Axe rolls her eyes and smiles slightly. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">I wasn't always... and I'm only lucky because of my big bro. He got me this job here. I guess also because of my mother. My real mother. She used to work here too and the boss hired me because he recognized Scarlet.</span>" She explains quickly as she heads backstage. She pokes her head back. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Just sit at the table and order something. You can put it on my tab. If you gorge on meat all night I'm going to have Coup come over and put you in a leg lock again.</span>" She says with a pout. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Just get something small to much on and a drink. The sirloin tips are good.</span>" She soon disappears behind the stage.<br/><br/>A few minuets later an announcement plays over the speakers. "We apologize for the delay tonight folks. We were having some minor difficulties." It sounds like someone's boss overhead. Not like a sleazy nightclub owner, but someone who probably is a little overweight and balding who goes home to a loving wife and kids. "But our performer tonight is none other than theeeee Axe Murderer!" The moderately sized crowd cheers when Axe's name is announced. There seems to be about forty or so people there. The place isn't packed by any means, but it's far from empty. "The show will begin in fourty five minuets from now. Make sure you get a good seat! Not that it'll matter. We all know the Axe Murderer has a voice so powerful it can be heard from that sleaze hole Nightclub on the other side of town." He says, exuding a bit of charm. The crowd gives a collective and sparse small chuckle. There's ample time for Nit to get a good seat at the front of the stage. Up front he can see what looks like the tip jar. It's a large orange bowl (as in a bowl that is literally an orange) and it seems to be empty. It sits right off the side of the stage with what looks like it's own spotlight over it.