<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Basement</strong> - <em>Sitting in the back row and whispering with Lulu, Anthony, and Ronin</em></div><br/>Paul's attention was drawn to the man entering by Anthony's shocked stare, and he too found himself only able to watch as the guy stumbled in and found a seat.<em>That's the best portrayal of a drunk I've ever seen,</em>Paul thought to himself, before doing a double take.<em>Oh wait, he's not acting.</em>The man said something about whores, and Paul knew that he visibly winced. The comment wasn't clear, but it was loud, and Aline's sudden pause suggested that she'd heard it. His eyes darted to the front of the room, and part of him wondered how those on the stage with her managed to keep from freezing to death, based upon the looks she was shooting towards the now lounging figure.<br/><br/>"Who is that?" he whispered; it was meant more for Lulu, but he whispered it loudly enough for Ronin and Anthony to hear as well. "Dude likes to live dangerously, in more ways than one." The sharp click of heels on cement brought his attention to Aline as she stalked her way through the room, and suddenly Paul found the images in the brochure to be quite interesting, and studied one in particular closely. His eyes barely managed to keep from crawling to the side of his head, however, as he watched Aline effectively kick the guy's ass to the floor. He glanced at Ronin, Lulu, and Anthony, in that order, but shock seemed to be the shared reaction; Paul wondered if the guy on the floor would be alright.<br/><br/>For a second he thought Miss Myobi was going to call them over to dispose of the (<em>dead? nah, he's snoring</em>) body (<em>possibly before the police show up -- if she's not done with him yet, he may not survive the afternoon</em>), but she was distracted by yet another arrival, one she obviously knew well. There wasn't enough light for Paul to see the woman well; all he could really figure out was that she was smoking, and in more ways than one. He leaned over and nudged Lulu, gesturing in what he hoped was a non-obvious manner. "And who is<em>that</em>?"<br/><br/>He was distracted yet again as the drunk bounced hard on the floor, then proceeded to get up for more, saying something about "wearing pants<em>this</em>time". Paul had to wonder how the man could walk without serious chafing.