With the little bit of time left for us, I helped abduct Megan and threw her to the ladies' fitting room—which for some reason, I was barred from entering, but since the clothes that I was supposed to wear were already prepared upstairs, I just put them on after fixing myself a little bit.
Luckily enough, it wasn't one of those clothes a certain Witcher needed to wear in one of those earlier quests but I did feel like I was about to attend a fancy ball or gala with the fancy-ass clothes I'm wearing.
'Even these white gloves cover my tattoo... Will I get to throw them at someone and start something? Heh...'
In any case, all hell just broke loose when I met up with the guys who looked so fucking uncomfortable—except for JP and Jesus, of course—and to be frickin' honest, they looked like they were made for this shit, and I don't fucking know where Jesus pulled out that fancy-ass cane he was carrying around.
Isaac nudged me while trying to scratch this certain part in his neck, "Dude! How're you pullin' this off?! I'm itchy as heck! And shouldn't we be carrying rapiers or something? I'm practically naked without my gear."
I chuckled as I leaned close, "I have four knives and two concealed guns on me... Shh..."
"Wha— A-Alright, bro... Dibs on one of those if shit goes down..."
"Sure..."
Then I suddenly felt two huge hands placed over my shoulders then a deep hoarse voice followed:
"We meet again! Fancy meetin' ya here, fuckface!" Mauro exclaimed as he let out a smile baring all of his teeth.
I gave him a strong handshake as I turned around, "What's up, Mauro? Marriage looks good on ya..."
"Heh. Thanks!"
"I heard you've been fuckin' ever since you came here—"
"HAH! I JUST FUCKING KNEW YOU'D SAY THAT! But yeah, don't tell anybody else but I've been trying to keep up with my wife! She looks pretty normal but she can— Whew~ I've never seen a chick ride so hard and long and keep up with my schlong—"
"That's what our 9-incher does for us—"
Sebastian suddenly cut in from behind, "Excuse me, gentlemen... But I do hope we choose our words wisely when the ladies arrive—"
Mauro rolled his eyes as he cut him off, "Piss off, man. Haven't you heard Sal talk?! She's worse than all of us combined! So cut it off, will you?!"
I waved them off as I nudged Sebastian playfully, "Sorry, man... We do talk like Irishmen sometimes but it's all love, alright? Don't worry, we usually stop when we're eating so~"
Sebastian forced out another smile before he excused himself, "Very well~ I'll leave you all to it, the ladies will come a little later..."
In any case, I began to introduce Mauro to those who don't know him but I made sure to rub in his face that I beat him along with Mr. Alvarez, and I'm 100% sure a brawl would've occurred if Ongkiko was present but it's funny enough to see Mauro hold it in while crushing several furniture into powder or bending nearby metals like they're fucking playdoh.
Mauro found Kuzma already partaking in alcohol but wasn't saying anything, "Who's that?"
"The one who traded the HuNovelFireee for Dave's ride—"
"He's the guy?! Hah! Yo, Kuzma! C'mere for a sec!"
"Huh?" Kuzma just realized we were talking about him.
"We got more alcohol over here! Talk to us for a bit—"
Let's just say they needed to get close and grab me by my crotch to see if they prompted the right reaction—and once they found what they were looking for, they just let out a smile before continuing where we left off. But yeah, these four beautiful ladies were chatting with me before Megan came in and nudged my sides with her elbow.
"You... You'll get it later—"
I chuckled as I pinched her cheek, "What? You look great, you should be thanking me—"
"Stop—"
Kaley and Edith added, "You do look great, Megan!/Right! You look really pretty!"
There was a visible blush on Megan's cheek, "I-I'll let it slide— W-Well, t-thanks... Y-You guys l-look pretty too..."
I never felt so betrayed, "Hey! What about me?!"
"I said you're ALL pretty! Just accept the compliment—"
Quinn cackled as she cut her off, "He probably wants to hear you say that he makes you wet."
Tatiana nodded as she chuckled, "That sounds about right. That's more of an actual compliment for me too!"
"R-Really?"
Megan was about to be dragged by these two's weird but brutally honest antics but I found this Steinway piano sitting by itself—and before anyone else asked, I couldn't read music but I could definitely watch other people do their thing, but it seemed like I garnered a small crowd asking me to play a little something because they assumed I could play just because I was standing in front of it.
But yeah, I was just about to decline when Edith excitedly sat me down before sitting right next to me, giving me more reason to just go with and somehow wing it for her sake.
She nudged me while playing a few keys, "So... What do you wanna play?"
I immediately confessed, "I actually don't know how to play—"
But she got the wrong impression, "Oh, you! Stop fibbing! I just know you do by looking at you! C'mon, anything else comes to mind?"
'Then fuck it, it is...'
I pulled out my phone and showed her a video from Sheet Music Boss, "Can we play this?"
"..."
"Edith—"
"D-Do we even have enough hands for this?! Are you crazy?!"
"A little, yes. But we crash and burn together, wanna give it a go?"
Edith was staring at me for a moment—trying to figure out whether I was serious—but she eventually relented as she tried to give it a few practice runs. And with how complicated this piece was, it obviously needed a minimum of three people but we decided to go along with it with passion and guts.
In any case, everyone else seemed to be waiting for us to actually play for real but as I said earlier, the goal wasn't to play well but to just have fun with it so the two of us downed a glass of wine before cracking our knuckled and letting out a silent but long exhale.
With the way everyone else was looking at us, they looked like they were expecting something from Bach or Mozart but the piece Edith and I will be playing was something these fucking normies haven't heard before.
I turned to everyone for a moment, "Everyone, this is Rush E."