The loud slurping sound from the empty slushie filled the room as Vitek finished his frozen treat. He had punkers on his hands, he'd dealt with there kind before back in his days. He could handle punk but much preferred death metal. Admittedly Punk had it's high points of very fun songs and a rare few bands held his interest for longer than a month or two but those were few and far between. They had originated the mosh, he'd give them that though.

He walked up to the two. "Witaj, I'm Vitek. I heard yous might be musically interested..."

Vitek still held strong to his polish accent after all these years here. Ever so often he misprounocned a word or used the wrong pretence but he thought it made him what he was. Stubborn as a mule he was.

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