Some Like It Hot

[Erik Vrell]

As Erik waited for Jak, his train of thought was interrupted by a group nearby which quickly erupted into a musical number. As Erik watched in awe from a distance, he heard someone say the name Jack, or in this case, Jak. Could it be the man Erik was waiting for? Before the psychic could approach, there was yet another ear-splittingly loud performance. Once he was sure the dust had settled, Erik approached the group. 

He smiled nervously as eyes turned to him, suddenly aware that a slightly violent altercation was taking place before him. "Just ask if one of them is Jak," He thought to himself, "If he isn't here, get the hell out. If he is, then we'll just have to try to defuse the situation."

"Um, would any of you happen to be Jak Mar?" Erik mumbled sheepishly, desperately hoping he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire between the green skinned girl and the odd, hissing man whose hands were around her neck.