Ivan stared at the happy couple dancing in

Ivan stared at the happy couple dancing in the middle of the room. They were showered with red and pink lights. Ivan seethed his teeth and blinked when a green light flashed

in the corner of his eye. He swivelled wildly trying to spot the source, and was internally grateful that he was sitting on a bar stool. Ivan completed a few spins, but soon felt

the hands of Masha upon him. Ivan still spun a little within. He'd heard of Masha -- was this the one the bar had hired from The Zone? "Nyetu, Ivash, we try to stay on this side of

the customers." They had all heard that this was going to happen, but so soon. Brian was only just in the ground, and already the management had swooped in to replace him.

"This is Mick Taylor. He's Brian's replacement. Don't get too chummy with him, he won't be here for long. That right Mick?. Mick looked at his new bandmates & shrugged, "Whatever."

'I was always profound, it is you that have finally realized it', but being wise, he didn't say this out loud. Instead, Mick stroked his beard and tried to figure out how to get

the dandruff out of it. "Have you tried beard shampoo?" asked Mick's wife innocently. He growled, & huge flakes rolled from his insanely unkempt fuzz. His wife realized it was time

to get rid of Mick. She pulled out a sword. "First thing's first," she chopped off Mick's beard and then aimed for his chest, but Mick was prepared, and soon had her at gun point.

"You dare touch a hair on my chest? I came here for a trim and a shave - but I'll shoot ya if I gotta. My wife loves this fur. How about you drop the sword and continue this fade?"