[b]Kavinsky[/b]

As soon as the explanations began, Kavinsky retrieved a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket, lit one up, and took a long drag from it. He was very glad he did, as the exposition from the gathering of freaks was enough to make him want to sit down and not get up for a very long time. Either he had been slipped a mickey, or this was some seriously deep shit that he was in. Groaning, he paced about, still listening to what was being explained to him, hands stuffed in his pockets and puffing away at his cigarette.

As the dude in robes, Ba'al, introduced himself, Kavinsky had the courtesy to introduce himself, as well. "M'pleasure, your Supremely-ness." He said, half sarcastically. "Y'can call me Vin, Vinko, Kavinsky, whatever." Seeing as he was getting a few stares, he rubbed the back of his head and tried to continue his introduction. "I, uh, drive around. Like to party. But, y'know, I'm from LA, and who doesn't, there right?" He tried to evoke a laugh out of the crowd, but getting nothing, he fell quiet. "I'm, ahh, just gonna go get some air."

Dropping and stamping his cigarette out on the floor, he mosied over to the door and emerged out into the city. This time he actually did sit down. Oh, hell. Oh, fucking hell. Did he actually die again? Was this some kind of batshit-crazy afterlife that he wound up in? This wasn't cool man. Joke's over, very funny. He wanted off whatever dumbass ride he was on. Though he knew that this was all a little too real to be a hallucination or a dream.

"I need a friggin' drink." He muttered weakly.