A thin man walked onto the stage, his sticklike frame enveloped in a burgundy suit that seemed two sizes too big. He reached into a gold embroidered jacket pocket and plucked a fat cigar out. The man lifted it to his mouth, paused, and put it back into his pocket.

“Poor bastard’s got no light,” Lament heard somebody behind her say. She felt like rushing the stage and ripping this twig boy apart. He wasn’t the reason she was here! The man took to the center of the stage and cleared his throat to silence the crowd.

“First of all,” he began, his voice dry and sounding older than he looked, “I’d like to thank you all for coming. This show was a raging success, and I hope you all go home satisfied. There is one final feat the alchemist is to perform, and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”

The crowd cheered and clapped. In the frenzy Lament felt something touch her butt. She shrugged it off and continued to glare at the thin man. If he wasn’t replaced by Kric in two minutes there’d be trouble. Thankfully, the man turned and walked off stage to go check on the Diamond Alchemist.

Lament felt something touch her butt again and waved her arm behind her. She couldn’t let anything distract her when he was so close. As soon as her arm returned to her side she felt whatever it was grab her butt. That, she couldn’t ignore. She spun around and found herself glaring at a bearded drunk.

“Heys,” the man said, revealing all six of his yellowed teeth to the disgusted homunculus. “I saws you leave the pub, and wanted te know if ya would like te go back a ma housh, and then we could do somethin’. How musch do you cosht?”

“Excuse me?” Lament replied, scowling at the man and grinding her teeth. She would’ve killed him right there, but that would have caused a panic. It would be harder to find and kill Kric if there were a bunch of people screaming and running every which way.

“Ah. You can’t do anysthing without you’s pimp,” the man bemoaned, his bloodshot eyes drifting down to her breasts. “Tha’s a pity. You’ve got a cutie face. Nice boobies too. Your ass is a bit tense though.”

He reached around and gave her butt a quick pat. That was her breaking point. She clenched her fist, took a step back, reared her arm back…

“Dave!” A dark-haired man slipped between Lament and the drunk. He grabbed the drunk and started to pull him away. “What were you thinking? She’s too modestly dressed to be a hooker!”

She heard the drunk mumble a few apologies to his friend as he was dragged away, and turned back to the stage. Her fist was still clenched tightly, and she could feel her palm starting to get wet with her own blood. He better show up soon.

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Originally Posted by Ciroton Ciroton (3:30:08 PM): D'aww aiko called me intellegant. xD

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