On any given night Steele preferred to be the one being wrangled rather than the wrangler but he begrudgingly fill the roll after Elizabeth nearly tore out the bartender's throat. Things were more serious than Steele had thought (and hoped) but in spite of the raised stakes, Steele was still more than willing to help though he hope none of those stakes found their way near his chest. Keeping a long leash on Elizabeth, Steele decided to be a little less confrontational with his approach. 

Buying a beer and promptly dumping half of it, Steele began chatting a group's collective ear off, using his minor star power and [i]dashing[/i] good looks to win them over. A couple of funny stories from the road (time periods changed, of course) and the group was all too willing to share any insights with the Def Leopard reject. His approach took a lot more time to set up but now he had a captive audience to interrogate.

"Any of you hear about that fella going missing recently?.. [i]More[/i] recently I should say. Older guy, well put together? You'd think he'd stick out like fetch in a doorway but I can't seem to find anyone else who's seen him around! Make's me feel like I'm going nuts!" Steele half yelled over the music from his booth seat, surrounded by his new entourage.