Oðin gave a pleased smile. He could never be sure what was up to date and what was not, with technology constantly changing; how much it had already given, and how much it had yet to give. He would be interested to see where it could go yet.
He felt, for some reason, that Cedric was uncomfortable playing a tune or two for him - he was not sure why. He never pinned these straying thoughts, they flew out like words in a poetry book and could never be pushed back to an origin.
Walking through the club, Oðin felt at home once more; the pure pleasure that reminded him why he still ran this joint. It was low down, for him, there were so much better - and yet, it made him feel so worthless. Just another reminder that there's less of a God within me. As it was said, A God just watches us and kills us once we become boring... He looked around himself, hoping he did not speak out of turn, and turned his focus back to the music that was playing.
"I don't know much, but this is certainly a change from the last DJ we had..." He grinned, shaking his head softly. The old one was a mess, to be said nicely - always on a new drug, each time he came in.
Oðin found himself lost in the sound.
"Will that be enough?"
He looked up, slightly startled to be finding himself standing in the floor, and nodded. "Yes. That was more than acceptable. Forgive me, however, more important matters have come to mind... Preparation for tonight seems to be bigger every night. Please, feel free to make yourself at home, organize as you wish; and, should you so choose, the bar will be open for a while."
Oðin bowed - a surprise to himself! So much for this...godliness - to Cedric, and turned around, walking away swiftly. He had no matters he could think of. He only wanted to escape, feeling sick for reasons he could not imagine.