Panel 1: Darrell, still on the higher level by the bar, moves closer to the woman with the braids who was cheering loudly and talks to her over the railing: “Friend of the band?”

Panel 2: She looks over her shoulder at him with a grin: “Hell yeah!!”

Panel 3: A close up of the singer of the band, holding his microphone up as she continues off screen: “ That’s my brother up there, the big one singing!”

Panel 4: Darrell: “Awesome! He’s really good.”

The woman looks back over towards the stage: “Fuck yeah he is!”

Panel 5: At her table, the blonde woman sits back with an amused smile as the man says towards the woman with the braids: “Hey, language little miss!”

The woman with braids flips her middle finger at him: “Fuck off Blake, I’m an adult!”

Panel 6: Blake, apparently: “Not enough of one to sit in the bar.”

Woman with braids: “Nothing’s stopping you from walking over and buying your piss beer.”

Blake: “But then who’ll protect you from bar weirdos?”

Panel 7: Woman with braids, leaning back to talk to the blonde woman: “Who says we need protecting?”

Blonde woman, grinning back: “Who says we’re not the bar weirdos?”