"He pretends he isn't." Torden started to laugh again. "I bet he's a freak behind closed doors."

Torden looked at that full glass and frowned. In a moment of boldness, he took the glass and shot it down, the whole thing. He hadn't drank much yet so he wouldn't be as affected by it. Torden understood there needed to be limits and destroyed property needed to be paid for. It must cost a fortune to clean up after the mayhem.

"It probably costs a hell of a lot to clean up after all of you." He was sure that the man was just trying to cut his, or rather all the bands', losses from destruction.