The Hunters are just leaving the city of Gamblin after defeating Count Vegas, but they come upon a cheap Saloon, and they say, “Hey, why not?” and decide to take a breather, have a few beers, blah blah get drunk and have a hangover and stomach vinegar the next day blah. But something’s amiss here...

GATEAU ::finishes chugging a mug of ale...it’s his fourth:: Hmmm...Ssay...Where’da Chockolett go?

CARROT ::downs his third glass of beer:: Eh?....Mmmm...I dunno...

MARRON ::shakes his head as the bartender offers him a drink:: No thankyou. I don’t want to have to pay for the damages caused by my alchohol influenced fire spells.

TIRA ::takes a final sip of her own drink:: Mmm...Gaaaah...::collapses in an inebriated heap on the countertop::

Suddenly, the double doors swing open, and a figure comes striding through it, standing tall in stilletto heeled boots.

GATEAU ::waves at her lazily:: Oh there’sh the ole’ broad...heya Choccie!

CARROT ::eyes bug to the size of softballs:: Chocolate...what in the name of Mamu are you wearing???

CHOCOLATE ::smerk and heavy western accent:: Well, howdy, my lil’ Darlin’- Doll!

Chocolate steps into the bar wearing her battle-mode gear...except her boots have turquoise and red paisleys embroidered on them, her pants are leather with fringes down the sides, her biker vest has fringes and studs here and there, her hair hangs in a messy plait down her back, and her gestapo hat has been replaced by a cowboy hat.

CHOCOLATE ::hoists herself up so she can sit on the bar and ignores the bartender’s annoyed look. She retrieves a guiar seemingly out of nowhere, and strums it:: Made this lil’ baby myself. The strings are from my garrotte...

CARROT, MARRON, GATEAU ::all continue to stare:: ... ::Tira is still out cold, so she can’t stare, seeing as her face is on the countertop::

CHOCOLATE: Well, Evverone, I ain’t gonna do no stick up, so y’all can relax. I just wanna play for ya today coz I gotta scorned-ed heart an’ I want the world to know it... ::looks at Carrot and wiknks:: This’un’s for you Darling.

CARROT ::gulps as Chocolate starts to strum her guitar and sing::

“Oh where, oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and thought I found true love,
you met another and ::blows raspberry:: phbt! You was gone...

Down here in the church, the blashphemy’s brewing,
Got the hot drive, but there’s no one to shag,
all the guys here are androgynous ditzes,
bisexual brutes and delinquents in drag.

Oh where, oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and thought I found true love,
you met another and ::blows raspberry::phbt! You was gone...

I said to my Darling, “Your crop needs a choppin’,
mass hairgel required,” said me to my crush,
Of course he ignores me nad leaves his hair wily,
so now we use him as a makeshift grill brush.

Oh where, oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and thought I found true love,
you met another and ::blows raspberry:: phbt! You was gone...”