And he found them near their equipment. Deacon was sitting on a box - dressed in his usual stage attire of leather pants and white singlet, cigarette dangling from his lips as he tuned his guitar.
Zack was sitting on one of the trunks as well, cross-legged in his torn jeans and apparently writing FATE on his fingers in black marker.
Jack was a little ways away - flirting with some groupies.