Well, a few do, but they have the look of regulars who would be here for their evening drink even if the place were on fire.
When the band comes on stage, you watch their faces fall. Barry's eyes search the non-existent crowd and find you. He scowls in your direction.
"Well, we're screwed," Diego says.
"Maybe we should leave," Kirill suggests. "Before Barry has a chance to come after us."
"We can't give up yet," you say. "We'll convince him to talk somehow."
It doesn't help that a few people leave the show after just two songs. After the show is over, he waltzes right up to you in front of everyone, granted "everyone" isn't a huge number of people.
"What was that? Nobody was here!" he shouts in your face.
"We did our best, but it wasn't really much notice, was it?" you say.
"Guess we don't have a deal. Don't come bugging me on my boat again," he says, marching off to grab his guitar and amp. "Or anywhere else for that matter!"
"Should I go after him?" you ask the others.
"I guess, but people are staring," Addy points out, and it's true.
A few of the patrons at the bar are laughing at this interaction. You recognize a couple of them as lobstermen local to Arbor Isle.
"Now they know we're mixed up with Barry," Addy sighs.
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