set 'em up Who: Danny and Keane (aw hell, grab hold of your asses) Where: the cult When: 7pm abouts
Res and Keane were not the sort of people to go to 90s night at the pop club. Res had told him so earlier. Which -- to be honest -- suited Keane perfectly well. If they had gone, Res would have doubtlessly dressed up, and in general that tended to mean bad things. So yes -- sweet, blissful, ignoring of the theme night. Res had gone off to the gym, and while he had been invited to join her, Keane had declined, and taken to wandering on his own.
His wandering took him to the Cult, which was already one of Keane's favorite places on the ship. The band had done much of their rehearsing here, and it was here that he felt most comfortable. Maybe the most in his element, hell if he knew. There were some places on the ship he simply didn't feel comfortable walking in wearing an old sex pistols t-shirt and torn jeans. This place worked for him.
Keane took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, though perhaps he wouldn't have if he realized who was sitting not so far away...