Taking an anticipatory glance around the room, Moe still seemed to be searching for some sort of distraction; he felt that he was rushed for time, as the band on stage was still setting up and doing their sound check. He watched them with a feeling of restlessness— "[i]Amish Tech Support[/i]," Moe repeated, pointlessly attempting to discern something further. What was their theme? Their gimmick? Quite a few other people in the bar also seemed to be confused by them, though none of them seemed to possess the same amount of actual [i]interest[/i] that Moe had towards them.

 ...well, overall, they seemed to be very... avant-garde, in both music and instrumentation alike, but still, he didn't consider them to be [i]too[/i] out of place in the setting; granted, they were very strange, but the band seemed to complement the sort of vigorous energy that permeated the area. Had Moe not been more interested in them, or be more interested in something else (after all, they were pretty much the entire reason why he had decided to come here in the first place, given his initial doubts), perhaps they would lose their distinctness and blend back in with the rest of the background noise.

His attention drifted back to those few people he had singled out from among the crowd. Moe din't really know why he noticed them in particular; maybe they just didn't fit in with the energy of the rest of the place. After all, otherwise they didn't seem to be [i]that[/i] notable—the girl in black hadn't even been talking to anyone else. She seemed to be keeping mostly to herself, sipping from a curiously green drink, though she too was looking at the group sitting at the bar, the two men chatting. One of them seemed regular enough, though the other seemed a bit bothered by something. And... ah, yes, there was Moe's old friend from outside, the man he had spotted walking in prior to Moe's own arrival. Now he was sitting at the bar, glancing at his phone and subsequently downing his beer, apparently disgruntled by whatever he had just seen. Mentally extending his sympathy towards the man for... whatever it was that was bothering him, Moe then turned his own attention back to his own personal space.

Another quick check of his phone—[i]thirteen minutes[/i]—(the simple action was by now almost a compulsion) and then he was once again free to settle down. For a few seconds Moe stared at the ground, lost in nonexistent thought, and then slowly turned his head up to face the bar. Well, he might as well get something while he was here, if not alcohol. As he began his cautious trek towards the bar, he was faintly aware of the wail of the theremin, accompanied by, what, some sort of obscure percussion instrument? Whatever it was, it fell away, dissipating into the blanket of lively chatter that filled the rest of the room. 

Taking a seat at the bar, a seat away from the man he had seen walk into the bar, Moe mumbled some request for sparkling water to the bartender, who looked at him for a moment somewhat judgmentally, and then handed over the appropriate amount of money. At his work, he was supposed to carry his own money for transactions and making change, and he would probably lose some of his own money in the whole scheme of things, but what was the harm in that? 

The slight acidity of the soda water served to relax him slightly, leaving in its wake a cleaner feeling in his mouth, but still, Moe felt awkward and self-conscious sitting up here—people were probably judging him, all bundled up nicely, clad in his pristine white uniform. At least the guy in the checkered shirt appeared to be fairly casual, despite his whole outfit. What could Moe do? Roll up his sleeves? Unbutton his top button? Would it be socially acceptable to light up a cigarette in here? Admittedly, Moe didn't know the place and its regulars well enough to discern that sort of thing, so maybe it was best not to do anything for now.

A small sigh escaped his mouth as Moe attempted to relax further, having taken another sip of his drink. He turned his attention once more to the band, who seemed to be nearly ready to perform. Taking one more curious look around, outside, at those he had noticed before, and then back at his phone (still around twelve minutes, just like it was last time) Moe finally settled his attention back on the band.