"I think they're all inside fucking," grumbles Aon, already starting to slur his words. "I hope they all aren't..."

"Why?" Lane laughs, spotting the DJ table and decks.

"My date is in there..." Aon pouts a little, trying not to stare at Lane's rack.

"I'll save you, Mestre," Lane giggles, "I've got some irresistable beats!"