Kaz gave his hair a little tug to prove how real it was. "Well, so far so good at least. It's starting to go gray, but most of it's there. And luckily, everyone pretty much looked like a buncha queers up there. Mötley Crüe, Twisted Sister, Poison... the labels told us what sold and we did it. We were just happy to be actually getting paid for that stuff." He leaned in conspiratorially towards Sean. "And I've heard stories about Simon LeBon," he said with a laugh.
"Glad you were able to get something out of the press, at least. Me, the judge just chalked it up to 'Freedom of the press' and said that they never actually lied about anything. Still doesn't make it right." He sighed, trying to calm down. Thinking about it still made his blood boil. "But hey, I'm sure you don't wanna hear about the poor pitiful rich and famous, right?" he chuckled, making one last check of his cup for any remnants he might have missed.