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There are eight others in the karaoke lounge, and you aren't sure how many people are behind the plastic bead curtain that leads to the cyber-cafe. There are ten loiterers in the main bar room, and a four armed drone attached to a rail on the ceiling handling drinks behind the counter. You recognize the loner on the far end. It looks like he's having a lucid night, too, what luck. Your nutjob buddy <span class="mu-s">Vincent Villard.</span>
A loud yellow Hawaiian shirt, scruffy goatee, messy, greasy brown hair, big sunglasses. That's his Mask, and about what he looked like before his captivity in Arcadia, allegedly. That's what everyone else sees when they catch a glimpse of him, and they do, under the mess he's a looker, like you. One of the <span class="mu-g">Fairest.</span> He even shares one of your two Kiths, that of the <span class="mu-g">Larcenist</span>. Back in your days of misbehaving together, it seemed there was nothing in any world the two of you couldn't simply take. Also like yourself, he is powerful enough to have a second, and it's there where the two of you begin to diverge. His is <span class="mu-g">Hunterheart</span>, a predatory big cat, a panther. When you first met, he merely has a dark frame, a muscular figure, but as his connection to the <span class="mu-g">Wyrd</span> of fae magic grew, he became more... Feline. He's practically anthropomorphic, now (decidedly not your thing, maybe if you lose as much of your mind as he has that would change, but you're no furry). But he's changed further. His mental decline over the past five or six years has spiraled out of control, and his fur has tinged pink. And now he's taken to white suits. Some kind of fae joke, you figure. Vince has become a fairytale Pink Panther.
He is staring into his glass, a blue Hawaiian it looks like, he was always obsessed with archaic craft cocktails from the olden days. His eyes are hypnotized by the little yellow umbrella he's spinning.
<span class="mu-s">What do you feel like doing?</span>
>Order a drink
>Go to the karaoke lounge and sign up for a song
>Go to the cyber-cafe to arrange for an informant you have in the undercity meet you near here
>Approach Vincent and order a pair of shots
>Ignore Vincent for now, harvest some glamour by pickpocketing patrons and drinking in their fear and frustration when their wallets are missing
>Ignore Vincent for now, harvest some glamour by flirting with the two women at the nearer end of the bar
>Write in
