Kaz hadn't been doing much today. He'd hung out by the pool for a bit and watched the girls (not nearly enough for his tastes), and after lunch he'd locked himself in his cabin for a while in an attempt to bang out the song he'd been working on, with no luck. His manager had called too, which was always so much fun. Apparently someone wanted to license some Inverted Culture songs for some video game where kids pretended to be rock stars or something. Kaz told him he'd think about it, although he knew that he'd probably end up saying yes. He'd never been one to turn down easy money.
He needed to loosen up a bit if he was going to play some cards later tonight. Exploring the ship, he'd ended up in Cult of Dionysus, which, he noted, might make a decent name for an album at some point. Geez, do they even call them albums anymore? Wandering in, he took in some of the architecture before sidling up to the bar and ordering a couple of beers.