"He made them mad. Fuck... They've had a hard on for dissenters recently."

Hank rubs his mouth, wrinkling up his nose. There are words hiding behind that, a whole ramble, a desire to share how seriously the Heart fucked up. This wouldn't be happening if they had been honest with them. Their fucking performance, that effort to terrify them into taking them seriously as an emotional ploy to control their loyalty, now has had the added shit of scaring their malevolent dictator.

And, as predicted, they're hunting for it in all places.

"Hey, look. I think I'm gonna need a fuckin' drink later." He comes by Rick's often enough. He actually legit likes the bar; actual live music that isn't obedient shlock that caters to the system. It's not just that it's where some allys hang out, and he's been there often enough to see Erik around.

"I'll uh... be in later."