[h1]Ren White[/h1]
Ren was walking back to where Marlin and Kei was seated, both his and her drink in hand, when he stopped dead in his tracks as the stage was hijacked by three guys. 

[color=olive][i]“You dirty fuckin’ mutt. We three humble wisemen…we three great kings…"[/i][/color]

The fat guy's boisterous voice echoed loudly through the room. Ren stared at the stage in disbelief. [color=gray]Is this a practical joke?[/color] After a few minutes of trying his best to ignore the ridiculous monologue pouring out of the guys mouth, he walked closer up to the stage. If looks could kill, there'd be blood pouring from the stage right about now. A slender, blonde man grabbed the mic. His voice was slightly familiar, but Ren was sure he'd remember someone as flamboyant as that. 

[center][color=plum][i]"- It would not surprise me that there are diseased minds out that yearn for this city’s degeneration and I can only pity those poor philistines.” [/i][/color][/center]
Anger boiled in Ren's stomach. The tone and arrogance reminded him of his father. He hated the nerve of the men on stage. Without thinking, Ren walked right up to the stage and threw both of his drinks in the face of the blonde man. 

[color=lightsteelblue][i]"Shut your trap and get the fuck out of here. You're a joke."[/i][/color] Ren stared the man dead in the eye, not moving an inch. 

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