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[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee lights a much-needed cigarette as he totters into the bar. He realizes where he is only when the door closes behind him, shutting out the fading applause and laughter, the jangle of an old piano and the crash of cymbals. Exhaling smoke with a sigh, he sweeps the tails of his well-worn tuxedo jacket aside and slips slinkily into a shadowy

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[candied_rabbit]

Momiji is elsewhere in the Bar, reclinging on a stool and eying the rafters above him and a few of the nearby patrons - catching, in the process a glimpse of the man looking over the edges of his drink.

It takes him a second to remember exactly where he's seen him before, but, when he does, he decides he might as well scamper over and say hello - it's more fun than the math homework sitting unattended at the bar in front of him.

"Hi!" He declares, a few second later, as he comes to a stop beside the emcee's table.

"What'cha doing?"

[i_am_your_host]

He blinks slowly, a smoke trailing from the end of his cigarette when he wiggles his fingers at the boy in a little wave.

"Not very much at the moment, which is a bit of a relief," he replies. "And what have you been up to, dear?"

[candied_rabbit]

"Not a whole lot. Just stuff for school." The blonde shrugs chipperly, pulling a chair back from the table and turning it around, sitting on the thing with it pointing backwards.

"We have to do exams, so I don't have a lot of time back home, except for that."

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, exams -- something the world can do without, I think. I rather favor applying what you've learned instead of merely testing it. So what are you working on today? History? Literature?"

[walksthebounds]

"They listen to you," complains a boy who looks about thirteen, watching the rat scuttle obligingly off.

There is never gin for Jamie. It is tragic.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee quirks an eyebrow at the boy. He seems to be surrounded by young lads lately. Not that that's a bad thing.

"They listen to me because gin already runs through my veins, darling. I'm sure they only have your best interests at heart."

[walksthebounds]

"Did I ask for a full set of rat babysitters?"

Jamie heaves a tragic sigh. "You'd think a pub would be eager to sell, regardless. Age restrictions have got to be bad for business."

[i_am_your_host]

He utters a dry chuckle at that, and takes a drag off his cigarette. "I suppose some places still adhere to certain moral standards, i.e., not allowing children to get drunk."