"Influences of LA? Are you certain?" He laughed a little, finally pulling his hand back and putting both hands on his glass. "I can certainly say it's no where near this nice. I would know I was just in LA before he woke up here." He spoke his answer and non-belief all in one. "The city of angels, more like the city of broken dreams." and yet he smiled as he said it. The irony, a smile does not always mean one is happy.