" What do you bloody mean you forgot the song Gregory?!" Came an Irish voice from outside the bar. " I pay you to remember my entrance theme. What do you mean you only exist inside me head?! Oh Screw off!" The door flung open and a 6 ft 5 Irishman stood in the doorway. The song he used as his theme was playing on his phone as he walked in. The Irishman drank from a flask he had on him and puffed from his tobacco filled pipe. This Irishman was Zachariah Holiday Welch, resident hand to hand combat specialist, lunatic, and smartass of the Black Orchids He walked behind Audrey and took out a Yankees hat from inside his leather jacket. He touched both of her shoulders with the brim before placing it on her head, making sure the brim covered her eyes " I knight thee...Queen, Dutchess, and Patron Saint of Badassery. Spent all day thinking of that one." he said with a smirk " Admit it mate, you didn't think I'd be bringing it back." He looked at the bartender " I'll be buying everyone their first round" he said sliding her a roll of bills " and I'll be having my usual." He took his Guinness and his shot of Jameson and looked at the TV showing the news" and that's it for sports. In other news,  a very odd skydiving incident. A man wearing nothing but a George Washington mask went skydiving with no clothing. When we asked the instructor he said the man wore only a trench coat on board the plan. When it came time to jump, he removed the trench coat and put on the mask before jumping. After landing the man was seen streaking all throughout the city before disappearing. Police were unable to arrest the man. If you see him, please call this number" the news anchor said flashing a picture of Zachariah and a number on screen." Zachariah tried looking innocent as he looked at Audrey " Well, how do you like that eh? I swear what is wrong with people? I mean who would do such a thing? What would possess a man to strip naked, tell the instructor he knows his wife is a five-cent hooker, flip him off, jump out of the plane, land and start streaking, terrorizing the fine people of New York by pressing pickle at restaurants, and just be a bad person? There be maniacs out there. People like that are the reason I sleep with a nightlight.”<br/><br/>Azusa Haruki walked the streets of New York smirking to herself. It had been a good night stealing from random people.<br/>The woman native from Japan typically raked in a couple grand stealing while manipulating.<span style="font-style: italic">All in a day's work. But cash wasn't all she got in her haul, she managed to snag things worth a pretty penny or two. [i]Idiots probably still don't realize they're a little light</span>she thought gleefully.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder how my partner in crime did</span>. On her way home she spotted a nice looking BMW.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmm, should I? or should I not? I know what the moral answer is, but that doesn't make it the right answer</span>. Within a few moments she was off laughing at the adrenaline rush she was experiencing as she drove her latest prize.