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“So, China…huh?” Eric said, half questioning Scott from the back office of The Hub.

“Yeah, China.” Scott confirmed. Scott had told Eric about the confrontation with the powerful newcomer as well as the sudden attack from the stranger’s companion, and how he had suddenly been teleported halfway around the world.

“Huh.” Eric grunted, almost seeming perturbed.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.

“You went all the way to China, and didn’t think to bring me back an order of authentic Crab Rangoons?” Eric said in a manner that suggested he wasn’t entirely joking.

“You do realize those aren’t really from….” Scott began, then paused as Eric looked up at him with a look that he imagined Eric gave his father when he was told that Santa wasn’t real. “Nevermind.” He finished.

”I’m glad you’re back, We’ve got business to attend to.” Eric said in that deadpan tone of his that made it nearly impossible to tell whether he was joking or serious. 

“We do?” Scott asked, unsure of what Eric was talking about.

“We do.” Eric said with a grin. “We’re auditioning house bands.” 

Scott felt his spirits dampening. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of auditioning house bands, in fact, he was fully on board with the idea. It was just that he wasn’t sure that he was up to it tonight. That was until Eric lead him from the back office to the dance floor, where one of the bands was in the process of setting up their equipment on what would have passed as a stage in The Hub, a elevated section of the floor that was more or less the height of a single step, and something that Scott knew that they would probably have to address if they were going to start having live bands play the club. He found himself watching, almost staring as a beautiful brunette plugged an amp into the power source. She was tall and slender, and moved with a certain grace that he found irresistible. 

“Careful Cute guy, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were checking out my lead singer.” A sultry voice called in a sing song tone from behind him. 

Scott turned to and saw another pretty young brunette carrying a bass guitar, smiling at him teasingly. 
“Clara Mynought, “ She said as she stuck her hand out to shake his. “We’re your new band.”