Bobby groaned to himself as he stirred to consciousness in the backseat of the station wagon as it cruised through the streets of the unfamiliar city. He had never been to LA before, but his band, Splintered, had a few gigs coming up in the city, which happened to be fairly coincidental. Apparently there was a lot going on in the supernatural underbelly, and that's not something Bobby and his band, who were also a tight nit pack of Garou, wanted to miss. "We there yet?" He mumbled, sitting up and looking at two sitting in the front. His band and packmates, Jake and Sammy. 

"Yeah man, there's a local Stomping Ground a couple of blocks away." Jake, the muscled young man behind the wheel replied, chucking a take away bag back to Bobby.

"Awesome." Bobby dug through the small take away bag, pulling out a cheeseburger, chomping it down rather quickly. "Is it close to the bar we're playing at tonight?"

"Thankfully, it is. Only walking distance." The lanky bassist in the passenger seat answered, poring over a map of the city. "We'll go see the local rabble and ask around, see if we can get any information about what's going on in the city, then go set up in the bar."