"OH such deadness, and too much new age music!" He said as he jimmied the Jukebox with a swing with the hip, it whirred and started playing a well known tune. Instruments blared from the jukebox's newly upgraded speakers, which were set everywhere in the club, "Let's get some spice into this palace!" He snapped his fingers and went on the dance floor, he grabbed a mic and started singing. "Papa loves mambo, Mama loves mambo," He said swaying his hips, he smiled devilishly and grabbed a garbo hat off the coat rack, the lights following him while he did so, "Look at 'em sway with it, Gettin' so gay with it, Shoutin' olay with it, wow!" Some people suddenly got up and danced along side him, they say the secodn person word sto the song. "huh"

"Papa loves mambo!" "Papa loves mambo" Mama loves mambo, "Mama loves mambo!" "Papa does great with it
Swings like a gate with it He loses weight with it, now He goes to, she goes fro He goes fast, she goes slow He goes left 'n' she goes right" "Papa's lookin' for Mama, But mama is nowhere in sight huh"


"Come on, JOIN ALONG!" he said over the mic to invite others to dacne to the rest of the song.

Folds one of his fans up and slings it at Leon as it bounces off the side of his skull and flys back to Gary. "You freaking Idiot ... you're gonna scare away the customers with your singing ..."
Grumbles as he snatches his fan back when it flies towards him and flicks it open to resume his dancing.

Quickly flips a couple of switches and kills the mic. Shaking her head she re-programs the lights and shuts down the jukebox, playing some better dance music.

(isn't there something against double posting) walks into the bar after a long vacation and hears silence as she enters "hello. how's everyone doing?"

Star streaches and yawns, getting up from the spot on the floor she had fallen to.
"Well I must say... That was unusual, even for me!" She said softly, laughing quietly to herself and dusting off her dress.
"Not many people just fall to the floor anymore..."

Leon blinked his eyes repeatedly and shot up quickly, "Where am i? Oh i'm at the club.. must have been a bad dream.." He spoke as he went to the bar to make something with caffeine.

Yawns and emerges from the coffin propped up in the corner behind the DJ booth. "Who knew those things were that comfy to sleep in." Wanders over to the bar to see what kind of caffeinated thing Leon comes up with.

"... what." He said rudely at wulfwynn. "It's just coffee.. I'm sorry Wulfwynn, i just had the worst of time. I dreamt i was stuck in a city where it turns into some hellish playground with sirens going, freaking nurse zombies attacking me, flying bloody pterodactyls." He drank the ice cold coffee quickly and sighed heavily. "Another reason i don't sleep anymore, i dream about my hometown.. Si..nt H..l" He yawned while saying it, not saying it completely.

Comes around behind the bar to heat up a cup and adds some Baileys to it. Enjoying the warmth and aroma she looks up at Leon. "Nightmares are understandable though yours are definitely the most unusual I've heard of."

"Everytime time i fall asleep i return back to my hometown. It is not a dream, its an obligation."

Sits on the bar, her tail gently sweeps the surface. "hmm...I can understand why you wouldn't want to sleep then."

" but the thing is rarely, i dream about puppies for sme odd reason.. me and a field full of puppies, and grass to run on.." He drank more coffee, but slower.

"I love dreams like that!" Rochiel said, looking up from where she had fallen asleep next to her plate of what were now bread crusts, but quickly grabbed her head and moaned, "Ugh...what did you put in that Jack, antifreeze?! Good lord...do you have any aspirin?" She laid her head back on the bar.

Places a fingertip to his cheek as he thinks for a moment. "You know the only thing I ever dream about is taking over the world or sex."

Grins as his tail wags "ninty nine percent of the time it's sex though."

"Well that's good to know, let's hope they include me." He laughed a bit, then turned his attention toward rochiel, "no sweety, it wasn't antifreeze, you just didn't hold your liqour right." XD

She opened a single eye to glare at him and raised her middle finger, " Regardless, how about those painkillers? I wouldn't want to show you what else Colmillo turns into..."

"Well.. I don't have Aspirin, but i do have Uspirin, same thing but more effective." He said and pulled out the bottle holding the pills, a umbrella insignia on the cover. "How many Rochiel? I'm like a bloody pharmacy" And laughed in his own head.

"Two should fix me up I think." She held out her hand and smiled a half smile. She took the pills and swallowed them down with a swig of water from her flask. "Thanks, I'm feeling better already." Her voice held a slight note of sarcasm, but she smiled anyway.

"That and sleep would do you good actually." he cleaned a glass in the sink and dried it off with a clean rag, "Sleep is good for a lot of things."

She streached and yawned, "But a just woke up! I remember a lot of colors and music...maybe some trees..." She licked her lips and made a face, "Anyone have a breath mint, I taste like old booze..."

"Oh really, i would have thought you tasted like steak." And gave her a hungry smile.

"Nope, old booze. Rotten to the core, that's me!" She laughed, "That's my story and I'm sticking to it." She paused for a moment and gave him a thoughtful once-over, " You on the other hand, probably taste like apples."

"Apples?!" He said biting into his arm, then let go, the wound he itself perfectly. "No.. i taste pretty much like.. iron? Well thats the blood."

She raised an eyebrow, and chuckled a little, "Gross. I suppose we both probably taste like steak then. But about that breath mint...I'm choking on my own tongue."

"I have Nihilist mints only at the moment, will those do?" he said pulling out the case and slid them toward her, "they should do just fine. Though i don't know if you taste like steak you know."