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The Alpha had drawn the usual crowd that came before a show. Those who came so they could be here when the tables got pushed to the walls and space opened up to dance. Willy had come tonight not to perform but to support Hedge who had joined a new band. It wasn't common for the fae to live among mortals as mortals. In all of England Willy was really only aware of he and Hedge. Oh, there was that one woman in Scotland and he had no idea how many in Ireland...and he'd heard rumours of the Iron Court spending time between their realm and Silicon Valley in America, but for the most part it was a rare thing. So, as circumstance made friends of the oddest pairs, the massive Daoine prince was brothers in arms with the hairy man who stood only five feet high.

Willy nursed a pint as the band played and before he knew it it was closing time. He'd been sitting next to the same man all night and thought it only polite to give him a smile.

"They were good," he said, thinking it more than enough to strike up a conversation in the now-quiet bar.