"I doubt the owner will mind. He... he died, health problems. He was with us only a short time," Savannah said, smiling sadly.
She turned to Sean and grinned. "Oh I'm sure when Mr. Musician there gets his fingers working properly again, we can do something about it. The concerts are over and we need a place to show off Brian's talents."
Brian snorted. "Not in some dump in the middle of nowhere. My talents are wasted here. Now, you want a real club, that I can do. Lights, loud music, good liquor, fine drugs and even finer asses. Let's not forget the backroom." He sighed happily at the memory. "We need a real club. We need men... god, we need lots and lots of men."
Savannah chuckled. "John could you please take him to your room and do something about this. You must have not have sex for the past hour."