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[blueeyedjohnny]

One of the bar's numerous Johnnys comes down the stairs, glancing around the room. He settles at the bar and gets dinner.

Once finished, he lights up a cigarette and looks around at the crowd.

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[minstrel_show]

They walk in... erm... minstrelyness, quite unlike the night. Or rather, they creep as such. Quite... unlike the night. Being as it's day. Mostly. Probably, no definitely not in England, no, but that said, sort of day. So, er, unlike night. Besides, there's the minstrelyness anyway.

Right. Moving on now that we've destroyed the Byron...

That said, they creep up.

There is a breath.

A twang.

The sound of air rushing past the strings of an instrument well out of tune and yet perfect in this moment, this instant.

Wonders Johnny Private

[blueeyedjohnny]

Johnny initially draws his sword, then just staaaares.

"I'm a bloody corporal!" he yells after a moment, then goes back to his cigarette.

And the mun applauds, because that was just awesome.