Jacee tossed her cards back on the table, smirking. The man in front of her seemed to wilt, but reluctantly pushed the majority of his coin (and several other people's) towards her. She winked cheerfully at him, "Thanks, mate. Since you didn't give me any trouble forkin' over, I s'pose it'd be polite to buy you a drink. Go on, don't be shy."<br/><br/>Once she was satisfied that her former opponents were placated or drunk enough to not try to rob her on her way out, the wayward captain settled back into her seat, taking a moment to relax before searching for parts to fix Hell's Gate. Or anyway, she tried to. A vein ticked in her forehead as she turned her gaze to the man who was attempting to play violin... It was atrocious, no mistake. She sighed slightly, watching as he danced about to dodge the items being thrown at him. As expected, his playing only got worse.<br/><br/>Jacee shook her head; This was a bad idea, for sure. She didn't usually like to draw attention to herself, but this lad's playing was going to get him killed, and anyway her fingers itched to play. She stood quickly, leaving the rest of her drink behind, and approached the man with the violin, "Oi."<br/><br/>"Trying to play here, missy, walk on."<br/>"Failing to play, more like. I've a bit of experience with the violin, care for a free lesson?"<br/>"I don't-"<br/>"PLEASE LET HER PLAY! HAVE MERCY ON OUR EARS!"<br/>"Hm. Seems like the majority would like to hear something else. Hand it over, lamb."<br/><br/>Scowling, the man handed the instrument over to a grinning Jacee.<br/>"Alright! Just lemme get warmed up here," She did a few quick scales, "What'll it be lads?"<br/>"Play something fast!"<br/>"Yeah, something with bounce!"<br/>Jacee snickered at them, "Don't tell me you plan on dancing?"<br/>"... ... ..."<br/>"Ha! You do, dontcha? Well, get ye movin'!" With a crooked smile she began to play a fast tune that she'd picked up in lower income dancing halls and heard replicated in a few pubs and taverns.  Her eyes never left the other patrons, and her grin turned wicked. Most of them were past three sheets drunk-- watching them dance would be better entertainment than anything she could have bought.