Stoney watched Teja assess Blackjack's condition. The guy seemed to know his instruments. Whe the bartender set the instrument back on the bar Stoney left it there. His clothes had made small puddles around his stool and slinging the bass back on would not help it. "Thank you. I appreciate it." His fingers ran over the body gently. "The last thing I saw when the tornad- vortex hit was the stage rigging coming down on me. I think Blackjack here may have taken part of that."
He drank his beer slowly as he absorbed the guy's description of the state of Dethklok in this world. He had already seen enough to be convinced that he was indeed in a different reality.
"Questions? About a million. I'm not even sure where to start. So let me start with you and we can trade questions. You seem to kind of run things here anyway." He slid the now empty bottle over along with some Euros. "Let me get another. If you had that birth year in my... uh timeline? You would be about three or four years older than me. So that would make my birthday 1980 give or take. It sounds like the people I know have never happened here. In fact it sounds like most of what I know isn't here. So what do you do when you aren't tending bar? Play guitar?"