Rattle had been in the middle of a sentence when a series of events drilled him all at once- First, the falling of a helm from the ceiling. The armored headpiece landed solidly on his shoulders with a metallic clank, barely kept on by a bit of his spine as it slid forward- The interruption did nothing to the man, who simply rolled with it in the generally infamous Rattle'von'clatter manner. Just as -his- skull reached the bottom of the juggling ring, he shrugged his shoulders and the helm rolled from his neck, landing right on his head! Skills. The now armored head continued in its story for several seconds before another pair of interruptions arrived.

First, a young-looking woman on the bar top, sending a rather drab comment about finding a new story at him. Rattle huffed, suddenly dipping down into a bow to the woman. The items he'd just been juggling, one would assume, were liable to smash into the ground with quite the obnoxious sound. This assumption would be wrong. With some artful wiggling around on the skeleton's part, they all landed balanced over his back and arms, spread out at his side- Even his head landed back in its place on his spine, helm and all! Skelly-skills.

"Why, finding a new story? What a brilliant idea, my young-looking friend! Why don't you join me up here and help me cook up a new tale to tell?"

As he spoke, the grumpy gremlin he'd been juggling straightened up on his back, promptly dropping to the floor and viciously kicking Rattle in the shin- Obviously to no effect, given Rattle's lack of nerves, and thus immunity to feeling, well, anything. Still, he cast an irritated glance at the zombie pygmy as it wandered off- Or at least it could be assumed to be irritated. No face to show emotion, and all. He straightened, going through a few more comical motions to disperse some of the juggled objects- The extra skull and femur thrown back to the skeleton they'd been borrowed from. Most of the drinks tossed back to their original owners. The pygmy zombie had already gone off on his own- He even punted the helmet that had been dropped onto his shoulders back to Trist! Rattle misses a lot less than he lets on...

However, he kept a pair of drinks. One, likely his own, and the other the one he had conveniently stolen from Kitty. That, he held out to her.

"Join me on stage!"

Throughout all of this, the Dullahan's hadn't even stopped playing. Though, Rattle's attention was quickly snatched by the sigh of a ghost cat sitting on one of the band-member's laps. He set his drink down, extending a hand to pet the undead-beast.

"KITTY CAT! Hello little one. Who's an adorable floaty ghost cat? You are! Yes you are!"

And, quite briefly as Lin Wei entered the bar, apparently lost, he pointed a foot to Khaemtir.

"Lost lady at the door! He's a mummy. Mummy's know everything. Ask him."

His attention then returned to flicking between the ghost cat Casper, and Kitty.