After a while longer, Katie rises from her chair and makes her way to the bathroom. As they watch her disappear from view, Josh looks over at Scott. "She on your list then?" He enquires. "One of the pre Gia 628?" Scott shakes his head. She was always gay back then, he explained. She only went for the pussy. The further enquiry from Josh on whether Scott would have slept with a straight Katie is met with a stern look from the front man. He doesn't answer. Katie's return to the table is met with the same silence as when she left a few minutes before.

As Mark sits down, the barman sits looking confused. Chatter fills the air in TDB, only to be filled moments later by a loud wooshing noise. The windows are blown clean out and the doors fall from their hinges. All chatter is silenced and filled with nothing more than an eerie crackling.

An unknown figure walks into the Dirty Bastard. Tall and slim and with long blonde hair, Gabriel Lavigne is dressed in a zip up Drop Dead Clothing hooded sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, topped off with black and white checked Vans. He looks around the bar at all the faces he has never seen before and coughs a little. He pus down the hood on his sweater and walks slowly to the bar.

"Hey man, could I get a beer?" He shouts over. "Thanks dude."

Gabriel sits down at the bar when his drink comes and sips it. He looks up at the TVs behind the bar and looks at the sports round up. "Still no fucking hockey. Lockout? My ass," he rants. It had been a good day for Gabriel, signing with a label for the first time and getting back in with his best friends, but he felt a little tired and badly needed a beer. He pushed his hair back as he yawned and looked all around him.

Gabriel noticed some girl at the bar giving him the evil eye. He scowled a little as he watched the TV again, shaking his head.

Gabriel looks confused at her question. Why was she asking his name? He had never even seen this girl before and she wanted to know who he was.

"Why?" He asked, draining his beer.

Gabriel shakes his head.

"What's your deal?"

Gabriel shakes his head again.

"Why do you want to know my name?"

Gabriel narrows his eyes again.

"You're not from immigration or something are you? Seeking out sneaky Canadian singers..."

Gabriel shrugs. He takes a handful of peanuts and throws them in his mouth.

"I was just wondering why you wanted to know my name as soon as you sat down. Seemed like someone was gonna swoop in and arrest me. But, hey,so what. It's Gabriel, by the way."

He rubs his hands to get the salt off them.