"I have incendiary rockets." Jack says with a laugh. He would definitely have to spend some time with the punk. "I'll talk to him when your singer's done on the floor."

As Jack watched the other two, he's more and more sure that this is something sexual on the floor among the debris. It's sort of like watching a trainwreck, the two obviously fighting for control on the floor. It's hard to look away.

"It's a little more than that but yes. Depending on the people involved it can end with sex or a blow." Jack felt no shame in talking openly about sex. "It's important to talk it out first with anything like this to makes sure everyone is comfortable and getting what they need."

His eye finally came back up the the drummer. "My oldest, Donya. They aren't old enough for me to get them into an American bar."