(OOC: Well post a link!)<br/><br/>Tamara gave a little gasp as Reizu did his whole shadow ninja shtick, and Ptricia shook her head and sighed. "Typically Reizu, powerful, skilled and about as subtle as a rhinoceros horn up the backside."<br/><br/>Babs giggled. "You have a basis for personal comparison?"<br/><br/>Ptricia gave her a Look, frowning from underneath furrowed eyebrows, but her mouth was twitching in an obvious attempt not to laugh.<br/><br/>"No, but the night is young. Besides you have other things to worry about. Your meal ticket... or rather the other way around, just left, and you need eating up before you can reform."<br/><br/>Babs looked worried. "Huh? Hey... Reizu! Ooo, that guy!"<br/><br/>"It's okay, much as I like him, I'll be the first one to say he isn't the sharpest throwing star in the box. I'll finish off if he doesn't come back." Ptricia finished packing her drums. She picked up the signed t-shirt and handed it to Tamara. "Here you go!"<br/><br/>The squirrel took the proffered t-shirt eagerly. "This has been such an awesome night!"<br/><br/>"Well let's get you back to your friends, so you can tell them, and show everyone you really did come back." Ptrica suited actions to words moving towards the regular tage door with her packaged drum kit slung over one shoulder.