Joey could only frown at the mention against juggling rocks. It was a fun pastime, and he always had a habit of keeping his hands busy. [i]"Well, there's always an alternative."[/i] He thought, before producing his sole gold coin. Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about looking like a mage. [i]"I'm positive me "dirty street rat" look won't gain any attention."[/i] Soon, the traveling party proceeded towards their destination. And upon entering the not-so-modest abode, the dusty rogue's eyes lit like a child on christmas morn. Alluring, sauntering, voluptuous females, all waiting tables and jiggling about in revealing attire. Joey would've got on all fours and started howling if he were any more of a horndog. Eventually they were guided to a table, and Joey managed to survey his surroundings, rather than just surveying waitress butts. 

He kept his hands preoccupied as usual, having his gold coin tumble about between his fingers. He was kind of lost in the scene, until the interesting trio of mages showed up. He didn't really pay attention to the trio, until a drunk went up in flames. Even then, he only made mention of the fourth individual. "Corr, lookit the shanks on that bloke! I'd like ta get me mitts on those twin beauties!" He whispered in excitement. In all honesty, the four looked like his kind of people. But, he had no intentions on pairing up with the strangers of the strange land. If anything, he hoped they would instigate something with the others. Would give him a good excuse to nick those weapons. He made his coin twirling a little more obvious in the meantime, wondering if one of them were petty enough to ask for it.