Jack held the elevator door for them to come in. "Rowdy, drunk, naked.. the punks, my hellhound, and Rekker sometimes brawl."

Jack shrugged since it was the norm both here, and often enough in Hunger City too. The big egos of Viktor, Damien and Rekker sometimes clashed in the wrong way and sometimes it was dangerous for others, though not the musicians. Once they were in he could head up to the floor with the communal lounge.

"This should be calmer than birthdays."