[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/ac/d9/19acd955ae7bc51cf5448b9e62f6d9df.gif[/img][hr][b][color=white]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck: Table Main Room
[b][color=white]Skills:[/color][/b]Carouse, Social Science -> Psychology[hr][/center]
	Jahosafat leaned back in his chair. Observing those around him and mostly notably his dear friend and comrade the esteemed barber. Shaking his head he had to stifle the slightest of chuckles. The entire situation was very much amusing to him. Not funny in a ha ha sort of way but funny in an absurd sort of way. There was a vast difference between the two things when it came to tickling his proverbial funny bone and right now it was being tickled in the most non traditional of senses. Clearing his throat he righted himself in his chair and leaned forward before he spoke. 

	[color=gray]"I must drop my two cents into the barrel on this subject my buxom lady. My dear childhood friend here is not only a barber but the finest in his trade this end of the 'Verse. Tis not a finer stylist, barder, or mustacery artist that lives than one that is he who is known as Coiffeur.  Just as knights of old once squired young lads on the Earth that was, so does this fine line from Faraday. And while they are knowledged in their numerous skills and could never be pigeon holed into a singular line of employed detachment make no mistake that when you are in the hands of a Coiffeur you are being tended to by the very hands that the gods of old themselves would have called to Mount Olympus to tend to their gold fleece. I myself count few others as deserved, skilled, or learned enough to even be able to dare trim my bush,"[/color] he said with all seriousness but there was a glint of humor in his eyes at the last of his words. 

	Looking back down at his cards he tossed in a few more chips. [color=gray]"I will call,"[/color] he said before leaning back and waiting to see what else unfolded before him. [color=gray]"Just a singular moment if you please. Let me sheer this sheep and we can get to the toe tapping of titillation!"[/color]