<i>My, it's taking that whore an awfully long time to get that damn mistress of hers...</i>, that was all this well dressed Ramen man had to say. Normally he would find this concerning and start thinking up of a million half-baked theories as to what everyone around here was actually doing to get at him. But, he had forced himself to stay calm and just scanned the large reception room of the brothel...seeing the drinkers and the smokers, the druggies and the dealers, the gamblers and penny-pinchers, the whores, the sluts, and the johns....how they all seem to be naturally at home in such an environment...even the thugs, the thieves, the murderers, and even the corrupt found this watering hole their preferred den. Operating in the shadows, pretending that none would know their purpose.<br/><br/>In full honest truth, this was the place that this man preferred to be in. Danger was in every corner, yet also was the greatest pleasures...the brightest lights and the darkest shadows. The greatest of sins and the cheapest of ales. The beginning and ending of life was not but a simple thrust away...whether that thrust be a gentlemen into a whore, or a knife into the back of a bounty, was all something that one could never predict...and all something that is carried at the utmost discretion. A place that was just filled to the brim with thrill, excitement, danger, and pleasure...<br/><br/>But, despite the rather cheerful air of the place...this man couldn't help but wonder one thing.<i>Whatever happen to the good ol' days where people would randomly burst into song and dance?</i>He then spied a group of drunkards, along with some musicians and dancers and grinned.<i>In fact...why not bring some classic into the modern?</i><br/><br/>He chuckled as he placed his cigar in between his needle teeth and chuckled as he made a show of cracking his claws and then snapped a finger. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room by the stage, where the group that the man had spotted was sitting at...one of the men suddenly jerked up his already drunken-hazed head and said aloud,"I've got...got *hic* a song to...to dedicate to our wonder host, madam W'ineton...And I'm sure the band knows exactly the one...one I'm talking about..."<br/><br/>The band looked to the man and looked at him puzzled. The Ramen grinned as he nodded his head and suddenly the band got to realizing what the man wanted. The violins started to play, and the show began. The man that started to sing looked the part of a drunkard...his clothes rumpled up in an unpleasant way with half of his shirt unbuttoned, and his eyes couldn't focus on a damn bloody thing. Though, despite the slurred speech from before...he song with a crystal clear voice  that did not have any signs of drunk in it at all. ANd as he sang, he went from each man that was around him with every line as he sang the song that started out a bit like this:<br/><br/>"My band of soaks,<br/>My den of dissolutes.<br/>My dirty jokes,<br/>My always pissed as newts.<br/>My sons of whores..."<br/><br/>He looked up to see a rather comely human woman, making a 'cute' face at him and shaking her bosom. The man chuckled and said,"No, no, no...not tonight..." And then continued the song:<br/><br/>"They live their lives in my inn...<br/>Homing pigeons, homing in...<br/>They fly through my doors,<br/>And they crawl out on fours!"<br/><br/>After that, the band started to play a more lively tone as opposed to the slow, somber start that it started with. The singing drunkard continued on:<br/><br/>"Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down,<br/>And meet the best innkeeper in town!"<br/><br/>As he said that, he came up to a hapless chap that was probably in the same condition as him and forced him to sit down in a chair. Everyone else around them laughed as the guy started to get into it. But apparently they also couldn't see him swipe a few things from the gentleman that was 'volunteered' for the show as he sang:<br/><br/>"As for the rest,<br/>All of 'em crooks:<br/>Rooking the guests,<br/>And crooking the books!"<br/><br/>He then left the man alone, pocketing whatever money or jewelry he got from him and came upon a lady, not a whore or waitress, mind, and managed to get ahold of her hand, spinning her around...and managed to swipe a pearl bracelet as he continued:<br/><br/>"Seldom do you see,<br/>Honest men like me!<br/>A gent of good intent,<br/>Who's content, to be..."<br/><br/>The band really kicked up the music as he went:<br/><br/>"Master of the House, doling out the charm!<br/>Ready with a handshake and an open palm!<br/>Tells a saucy tale, causes a little stir,<br/>Customers appreciate a bon-viveur!"<br/><br/>He came up to another gentleman and shook his hand, slipping a ring off easily, but then afterwards as they were passing he tripped the man and continued singing:<br/><br/>"Glad to do a man a favor,<br/>Doesn't cost me to be nice...<br/>But nothing gets you nothing,<br/>Everything comes with a little price!"<br/><br/>And it continued on like that with the silliness, seeming no one noticing what the drunkard was doing and eventually a large group of people got into it...It almost made the Ramen male chuckle as he enjoyed his cigar that didn't look like it was running out. Little did people know, the man was controlling everything, and practically the only reason why no one was noticing the singing man was stealing from the people he got in contact with. Oh how this felt so good...manipulating these simple minded mortals that relied on instincts and base feelings to go about their day...it was almost too easy.<br/><br/>The Ramen sighed in content as he reclined in his soft chair, crossed a leg over his knee, and enjoyed the show that he had created...it was one way to wait on a lady that didn't feel like giving a gentleman the time of day, as it were.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>