<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">The poor thing was nervous, well who wouldn't be right? He sat down and patted a seat. "Sit sit. We don't bite." Freddie said know it was more him then the other girl. "She needs a drink more then anything else. Don't you? You do. You have a drink, you loosen up and then you talk about a job." The man crossed his legs a moment and laughed. "Maybe she will give me a job while she is passing them out. Do you need a dish washier." He teased. <br/>
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"You don't need a guard? Or even security?" Freddie teased when he saw the size of the knife in her boot. "I think she could help you out with that. "Maybe if you had someone like her running around protecting things people like me would not be stealing pianos out of the bar." He joked speaking about when he tried to steal the piano from the bar right out from under the twins noses. Well he did not get away with the because the piano was back in the bar and there was  a piano up in his room which he hoped was still up there, well he had a feeling it was still there.<br/>
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"Tell us about yourself, or what you remember. If you don't like to tell us then drink. Either or is oik with me. I love chit chat." The singer said leaning into the bar waiting to listen to the stranger tell him anything interesting. </span></span>