<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"That's what happened to that keyboardist... Ptricia told you about that, didn't she, how I lost my last band for this gig. He figured he was the big bad tiger and challenged this panda, I think he'd missed lunch and fancied a Chinese. Only she was some kind of vore sumo wrestler, and swallowed him whole. Wasn't exactly what I had in mind as live entertainment, but people enjoyed it. Don't worry, I'll tell security to stop that kind of thing during your sets."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu slapped a palm to his forehead. "Well, I guess it's his own fault being cocky and full of himself. But other than that, I think you run a good place." The wolfeasel let out a small chuckle as his spine shivered from the sight of the grinning shark. But didn't she always grin? Reizu took his vodka and as it slid down his mouth, he held his throat. Reizu began to speak in a hoarse voice. "Bargain with Jones! What's in that stuff? See, Ptricia? I don't go well with vodka or mixers." He went into a whooping cough before regaining his posture.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The drinks arrived and Chris took a sip of his, setting it down on a chair. "Well, unless you have anything to add, I suppose we better go warm up."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu nodded fiercly as he straightened up. The vodka had cleared up and his voice had returned.