"You okay Judge?" He asked with a concerned tone. He'd noticed the sad, tired look on Lowell's face as he left the courtroom."Yeah Percy. Just feeling...sorry for myself," Lowell answered.Percy Jacobs was well over 6 ½ feet tall and his body was very large. At first glance he appeared fat but if you bumped up against him you quickly changed your mind. He was as hard as a granite boulder. Everyone called him P J except for Lowell. No one else was close enough or had the nerve to call the big man. .. guests. You may stay as long aseither of you wishes." But... but the Allthing," Olaf blurted. Realizing what he had said, he puthis hands to his mouth as if trying to push the words back down his throat."Hang the Allthing!" Ivar spat on the ground. "Those weak fools shouldnever have let in those damned Roman priests. Now half of them -- half thepeople here in Iceland -- have crosses on the backs of their Thor's hammers.They pray to that dead, pale godling of theirs as much as they do to. It didn't really matter, they weren't music, butthey could make the music happen again. The new owner, I was told. Icould barely concentrate to nod, I didn't care, but she was the one whoheld the keys to the music, so I had to please her.The bouncer, I think she said her name was Amile or something, gave meher amazing headphones, and I sank into a happy daze, watching them talkabout something, pausing briefly to kiss, then get back to business. Shehad a really good music collection, and her amp. She went and sat at the other end of the bar, as far from him as possible, it seemed. She raised her hand to attract the barman's attention, and another red-blooded male seized his chance to buy her a drink. This fellow was a bit younger than the other, and reasonably handsome. Again, another few minutes of conversation, before he decided it was time to try his luck on the dance floor.More jiving to brisk tempos, while occasionally brushing against each other. Her jiggling chest betrayed.