And she'd brought company, or more precisely dragged it away from the bottom of the nearby canyon and through the streets of Dollet down to the wharf amid a stream of strangled complaints. By now these had largely dried up, but only because, even coming from Ed, nobody else in the middle of this unholy cacophony would have been able to catch most of them. That and the fact that his skulking around the fringes of the dance floor was making Rainbow look infinitely more at home here by comparison were about the best things you could have said about his disposition at the moment.

(Geez, he didn't even care about music and he could tell this wasn't it.)

The latter wasn't going to last much longer if he had any say in it, though. The instant he thought he'd noticed Rainbow turn her head, maybe to greet someone else or just to take in the atmosphere, he was already halfway out the door.