[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://goodwillwatching.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/A-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png[/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck (Floor, Main Room)
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] Carouse, Perception [hr][/center]

	At the mention of cards being used as a punishment for a toe-crunching misstep, and rectally no less, Foy's eyebrow again arched skyward. This act was followed by a quiet chuckle and the amused baring of pearly teeth. [color=f9ad81]"Why Miss Croix, I was given the distinct impression just seconds ago that you weren't interested in such extracurriculars."[/color] His smile turned into a devious grin, accented by eyes that glinted mischief, [color=f9ad81]"And here I merely desired a dance."[/color] It was unclear as to whether or not the foppish Farradayan was joking. He too took note of Atticus approaching the table in a state of scandalous undress, and gave him the most gentlemanly of nods as if nothing was amiss and he was greeting an old friend from across the room. Nevertheless, his stride did not break as he made his way to the slightly raised stage, slipping the vocalist a rectangle of paper currency. 

	He whispered a quick exchange, and turned to Jacqueline. [color=f9ad81]"I have taken it upon myself to request something with a touch of combustion to begin the festivities, if you are still inclined, Miss Croix."[/color] He did need to get in the singles dance, and if fact had intended to first; his polite request for anyone else to join him hung on the likelihood that Jahosafat would be otherwise engaged with the cards for a hand or two. After he gave his word that he would wait for him to take to floor as well, the events were set. To deviate for the sake of favoritism (a thing which only bothered him if he was accused of it, and accurately so most of the time) would be seen as most impolite. Foy was ever polite. Rarely nice, but ever polite. 

	In the end of his thought process, he rationalized that this peppy introduction for the evening's musical session would serve to warm him up for the Farradayan Dance-Off which was to follow. Oh yes, stretch those legs, remind himself that he was not merely an Independent Contractor and Barber Extraordinaire, but he was one spiffy operator on a dance floor. Then challenge the best of them. Maybe second best. The title seemed to change hands every time he and Jahosafat had the opportunity to duel upon the polished wooden planking of their own nonlethal Field of Honor. 

	But right at this moment, he had a lovely and sarcastic lady(?) with whom he owed his time. It would be frighteningly impolite to not give her the attention that the moment deserved, platonic though it was. Besides, he had to make sure he still had his wallet afterward. As the music began to key up and the first notes flew off of the house band's fiddle strings, Foy began tapping his foot in perfect synchronization. He looped his hand around Jacqueline's waist in an assertive but gentlemanly manner and took her hand into his, suddenly sweeping the pair of them away as if caught in a rushing river current of Contemporary Frontier music. 

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