*doesn't immediately offer you any assistance* *looks a bit skeptical, in fact* You met those guys? Big and fire-ish? Not this guy. *swallows the answering throb in his throat, in his hands, and sighs*
try again
*shaking his head stubbornly* I stayed for the straw but I came for the music. *winces as the bassist hits a sour note* 'kay I'm good.
*manages to stand without your help this time, because he's Lord Redundant of the Fountain, okay? and anything else is uncivilized.* *pushes his sunglasses up on his forehead and gets a good look (or a look) at you* Huh. Twins.