Nit could not help but giggle when the man announced Axe's name the way he did. "Axe Murderer" did not necessarily have the most positive connotation, so the fact that it was declared so triumphantly was ironic  and hilarious. The giggle was short and sweet, like that of a child, for Nit did not want to seem too much like a douchebag. If anything, based on the events that transpired the past few days, acting like such would be suicide.<br/><br/>Nit settled on a seat right in front of the stage. Purposely, they chose one that was pretty isolated from those with people. They leaned on the seat as they stretched themselves upon it. For about twenty minutes, they dallied on their phone, bored out of their mind. Then they got pretty hungry. With luck, they found a twenty dollar bill in their pocket. Axe should not have to pay for their gluttony, after all. That would make them look bad. Anyway, they spent the remaining twenty minutes waiting for and eating a nice sirloin they ordered and chugging down a lemonade, being left eventually with three dollars. Those remaining three dollars they threw into the bowl without a second thought, going with their mental goal. Respect, Nit, respect the princess. Looking good, looking good, Nit. They stared up at the stage afterwards, awaiting the performance.