<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Around halfway through the gig, at the end of one song, Chris placed his guitar on the stage, letting the feedback screech for a moment before killing the sound, to enthusiastic roars from the crowd. He grinned, wiping his sweaty hair out of his eyes, and went up to the mic. "Alright, hope you enjoyed th-*whumph*". Chris took the brightly-coloured and rather large bra off his muzzle and looked out with a faux-quizzical look. "You know, I think I should start throwing this back. Maybe I should throw my underwear at you guys instead, huh?" asked the wolf with a smirk, to the sound of lusty howls from the female portion of the audience. "Now, you all know that the drummer has the best seat in the house, right? Well how would one of you like the opportunity to have the <span style="font-style: italic">second</span> best seat in the house?" He turned back to grin at Ptricia. "That is, INSIDE the drummer?" He grinned at the approving yells. "Well we'll pick out a random ticket number, and if it's you..." He winked. "Then make yourself as delicious as possible."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: Who'll run the NPCs?<br/><br/>Ptricia rolled her eyes and exclaimed. "There goes my diet! In case you guys were wondering, reformation will be provided."