After J-Man disappeared, Jester and Tristessa were almost in a mourning state. While Jester literally lost his brother, Tristessa felt as if she had lost a brother as well. The two had nearly drank the pub dry of all its stock, desperate to drown their sorrows. But when Jester caught sight of Tristessa crying while nursing her mixed drink du jour, he decided that he had enough.
"Tristessa, we need to quit this boo-hoo shit," he said.
"But how?" Tristessa said, looking up from her drink. Her eyes were swollen and red. Her gorgeous red hair was matted and dull. Her skin was dirty. She looked terrible.
"I say we open this place back up and run it ourselves," Jester began. "And we should have entertainment, and parties, and, and..."
"Whoa, Jest. You're getting a little carried away."
"I'm serious. When and if J-Man comes back and see what we've done, I'm sure he'll be proud."
"Hmm..."
"But the thing is, we're rather broke. We don't even have enough money for one keg, let alone multiple kegs and entertainment."
Tristessa smiled. "You think I let people stay at La Maison for free?"
"Oh yeah!" Jester laughed, slapping his forehead.
"Tell ya what," Tristesa said. "Knowing your craftsmanship and my communication skills, I'm going to spread the word while you fix this place up. I know you'll make it look as if all of Falgerus will want to come here!"
"Damn straight!" Jester cheered as he hopped over the bar counter.
"Now, when you're in need of money, you know where the safe is," Tristessa removed a key from her bodice. "Don't be afraid to use the money." And with that, Tristessa floated off to La Maison to rid herself of the filth tainting her impeccable beauty.
Before Jester began refurbishing the rather run-down and shabby pub, he quickly jotted down on a sheet of paper SEEKING TALENTED INDIVIDUALS TO PROVIDE LIVE ENTERTAINMENT. WILL PAY. He nailed the paper to the front of the pub before returning inside to make orders and repairs.
Immediately after Tristessa finished her beautification rituals, she set to work with P.R. affairs. Using the town's printing press, she designed and printed out dozens of flyers announcing the reopening and the revamping of the pub. She returned to La Maison, walked up to the front desk, and slammed the stack of flyers in front of Violet, her hired desk clerk.
"What are those?" Violet asked.
Tristessa smiled victoriously. "Promo flyers. J-Man's old pub is getting a facelift and all of Falgerus is going to know about it!"
Violet smirked. "Aaaaaaaand...you need my help, don't you?"
"But of course. Make sure these get distributed properly. I'm sure you know what to do."
"I'm all over it!" Violet said, beaming.
Jester sat on the floor of the pub, polishing a stool to it's original condition. As he buffed, a voice came from behind him.
"I hear you're looking for entertainers."
Jester turned around to see a young man standing there. He was average in size and wearing black leather pants with a plain button-down black collared shirt underneath an ankle-length black coat. He wore black boots and dark blue glasses that hid his dark blue eyes. His skin was lightly tanned, obviously from outside labor. His black hair came down to his earlobes, and his black facial hair was impeccably groomed. Overall, a very attractive individual.
Jester nodded. "Yes, we are. Please, tell me what you do."
"I play acoustic guitar and I sing."
Jester seemed pleased at this. "Say no more. You're hired. I need you here tomorrow at seven pm. Can you do it?"
"Yes, I can. I'll be there."
"Excellent. We look forward to you being here." As the gentleman began to exit, Jester called out to him. "Oh yeah, what's your name, ese?"
The man turned around, lowered his glasses, and stared at Jester. "Fox."