Tony was eyeing the bouncer, Will, when Parry's friend Riki gave Creeper an Olympic strength throw across the room. That display, coupled with Creeper's withering glare, left Tony watching Creeper get back up. Will made a move to grab Creeper and throw him out for good just to avoid an altercation that could interrupt the night's drinking any more than it already had.

Will, Tony, and everyone else in the bar stopped paying Creeper any mind when the lights went out, all except for the stage lights on the far platform. No self respecting performer would call it a stage, actually. The only thing that gave it a veneer of professionalism was the large curtain that hung over it.

The curtain did part after a pre-recorded drumroll, revealing a thoroughly transformed Parry Magnus.

His silk shirt and designer pants were gone. Instead, he was clad in an adult sized sailor-fufu from Japan, though blessedly he wore long black shorts underneath the skirt (a few drinkers shouted "TAKE 'EM OFF!" to which he blew a kiss), all topped off with a knee length faux cat's tail. His blond hair, usually done up in a semi-masculine ponytail, was flowing freely down his shoulders. And his fancy leather shoes were replaced with a set of black Mary-Janes.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the masculine voice of Ruby boomed from off stage, "returning to us for the first time since Pride, the house is pleased to present, Mister Parry Magnes!"

Que: Parry strutting across the stage, shaking his hips this way and that while he lip-synced Fergie's 'A Little Party Never Killed Nobody'.

Tony was left dumbfounded at the disconnect, and he rested both hands on the bar. Parry had lost his damn mind. A costume that had nothing to do with the song he was dancing to? Tony had seen Parry come to this dive for years, and that vain little peacock never did anything without thinking three steps ahead of the game and making it as flashy as could be.

Que: Parry grabbing his shirt in one hand, his skirt in the other, and ripping both off- leaving him in speedo shorts. And his routine suddenly became much less family friendly.

"Oh," Tony said, blushing as he watched Rikive's reaction. "I, um, think you should know... he's usually much more classy. He stays away from the pole. And- oh God, I'm gonna have to wash that. And that too. Aaaaaaaaand now those Mary Janes can go right in the trash. And the socks too. Jesus CHRIST!" Tony had to turn away from the stage, unable to watch any more antics. "More mead, miss?"

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Closing time came an hour later, and Parry had become thoroughly sloshed by that time. His performance only lasted a few minutes but people kept buying him drinks and passing phone numbers on napkins. Parry was far too interested in Rikive at this point, however.

"Who why's Himdall sending' his daughter to Migerd? What'chu do to end up down here with all us? Tony! More mead!"

Tony slashed his arm in a 'You're cut off' gesture. "We're out, Parry. You two drank all that stuff. I'll call you a cab, have it around the front in no time."

"Yer a saint, Tony," Parry said, closing his eyes as he smiled. Rikive would no doubt sense something going on as Parry glanced in, tapping in to the Celestial blood in his veins before opening his eyes again and saying, "Shame 'bout your mother."

Tony wrinkled his nose. "Mom's fine, Parry."

"Call her in the morning an' tell her you love her. You'll fell better for it. After you call our cab." Parry turned to Rikive, raising his empty glass to hers. "Here's to family, princess. I got mine all around me down here. What've you got?"