From the smell, someone found a way to get their hands on some creme de menthe. Maybe a little, maybe a lot. No bottle in sight, though, and no smudge on his lips from drinking. "I'm always happy to see you, dicknose. <3 You figure out how to get to your accounts? And. . . did you tell the guys that you replaced? I mean, you're just as talented, if not more so. . . mmm, even without your magic." He couldn't remember the last time he heard Ty play guitar, and. . . well, it was depressing. He refused to let the little twinge of sadness show, though. No sense in getting Ty all worried.