“I’m so down,” Max answered, returning the smile. From the other’s cockiness, he could only assume he’d get his ass kicked in a drum off with her, but he didn’t really care. While a small part of him was competitive at times, the other part of him was just willing to do it to make a musician friend out of it. She seemed to put a tough exterior, he noticed, but he had a feeling there was more to her than just that. He chuckled at her question. “Honestly? I think it’s just bad luck. I almost wish it was a head injury.” Perhaps a head injury was something else he’d forgotten, something that could explain it all, but he was sure that at least Dani would remember something like that. It also didn’t explain his ex’s bad memory, either. “Yeah, I do need a band to drum with. It’s been hard finding people to do it with since I moved to New Salem, though,” he shrugged. “What’s your band name? I’ll have to check you guys out.”
A smirk pulled at the side of her lips as she nodded a bit to herself. Dusk always loved the chance to outshine and show off her talents. It would also be nice to have someone hear her play isolated from the rest of the band, and appreciate the drums. “At least you know you’ll be below me.” She added with a small spark of competition already brewing in her eyes. Nodding a little she stepped forward and ordered her coffee. “That is pretty shitty luck if you just run around forgetting things. Guess I’ll count my lucky stars I’m not on that boat. Does music help? I mean most cases in shit like that there’s an outlet, or something that’s above the ordinary in people.” Paying for her drink she stepped aside for him. Dusk was actually enjoying the conversation with the other. “Set up some flyers. I’m sure this place is crawling with others like you. Hex Girls” She stated with a grin upon her face.