Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Gabe leaned on Rafe, perhaps a touch too heavily, but the pain in his shoulder seemed more pronounced the moment he took his body back. He tried to focus on anything other than what was wrong with his shoulder; then, the sounds of sirens, tires screeching into the parking lot of Pax Letale gave him some semblance of reassurance that help had arrived.
He and Rafe steered themselves toward the lobby, and hopefully medical assistance.