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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 booth, leaning languidly against the wall and propping one boot up on the seat.

A waitrat skitters up to deposit an ashtray on the table.

"Danke, mein Ratte. Do be so kind as to bring me some gin, bitte."

Once he has his drink in hand he settles back to people-watch, eyes peering darkly over the rim of his glass.

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