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</div>Wiggling like a succubus (not that she believed in such mythical creatures), Red danced her way back to the bar. The lights and music lifted her mood and she ran the last few metres and leapt over the line of empty stools to land atop the bar in a handstand.<i>Durn. Shoulda worn a skirt and no undies... </i>That was always a crowd pleaser. She held the handstand for a few seconds then flipped over and landed on her feet behind the bar. Doing stuff like that always made her feel better.<br/><br/>"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind!" She said to the half-hearted applause that greeted her little display. "Stick around for the full show...!" She grinned and shook her chest making her boobs wobble inside the tank-top, a move that used to be called a<i>shimmy </i>a long time ago.<br/><br/>She paused to take a sip of water, not even realising that<i>the jackass with the computer </i>was no longer there. Not that it was any of her concern, seeing as he'd paid for his drink.<br/><br/>She shrugged, her ears dipping down and up again in the Mrinka version as well as her shoulders moving in the more universally recognised human gesture. "Any one wantin' a drink of any sort? I know a vast range o' cocktails from any number o' worlds...! Care ta try somethin' exotic, I c'n find you a drink that'll blow yer socks off. Or I mix the most amazin' vodka Martinis.<i>Shaken not shtirred!</i>" Her impression of a human actor from  centuries ago playing a totally forgotten fictional character was almost certainly waisted on her audience, but she didn't care. she grabbed three spirit bottles at random and began tossing them into the air. "I c'n also manage to mix a mean Mojito, Margaritas or Mai Tai. And if ya fancy a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Against a Wall, I have<i>all </i>the ingredients... So roll up, roll up, ladies, gents an' everythin' in between, t' the Greatest Show In Tha Galaxy... This is way better than the circus, 'cos ya get ta drink the result o' th' performance!"<br/><br/>She ad-libbed, hoping to attract a few customers into buying the more expensive cocktails on the bar list, all the while juggling the bottles.