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[color=gray][sub]Mention:[/sub][/color] 「 Tweedle Dee [@NachoBachoPacho] and Tweedle Dumb [@Ambra] 」[/center]
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[color=gray]The scene had been set by Joseppi’s altruistic notions of buying the whole bar a round of their beverage of choice. Not only one round, but a few had gone down the gullets of his compatriots as having a good time was better than having none at all. Even the bartender partook in the state of affairs and enjoyed his time upfront conversing with the great giant that towered over him even though he was seated on a bar stool.  The celebration was as lively as ever, one of the great things to have come from the race, just one of the very first in the long line of celebrations the further the race proceeded. Joseppi drained the remaining ichor from his glass letting the ice bounce against his lips before wiping his mouth and requesting another. Now even though his tolerance and bank account were high, he needed to keep his wits about him as to not forego his original missions of capturing bounties. By the looks of hit he hit the jackpot by entering this establishment. It was a gold mine of familiar faces that he had memorized in his head, the only difference was the numbers floating above their heads. 

Sighing in disappointment at his fun coming to an end he thanked the bartender for his one last drink and managed to slip him a generous amount of coin into his pocket. He chugged his final drink and turned to face his court to find which criminals’ day he was going to ruin. That was, until his eyes froze at the entrance of the bar. The doorway he had so gracefully kicked down had now been replaced by not only the one man he had been looking for since the race started, but the woman with the plume of feathers who he had not been able to properly give his flower to. Luckily for her, his seething rage for the spineless fraud who so rudely ran past him was prying his attention from connecting the last dots of this mistress being  J. Zeppeli. He grimaced in delight, slamming his cup into the ground shattering both the glass and the wood below, fracturing the peace in the room. The jovial faces and boisterous attitude from the voracious crowd dropped to a dead silence, to the point a pin could be heard falling. Faces became as limp as Simon’s as everyone turned to face their savior and then track his gaze back to Simon. 

If Joseppi didn’t make a move the crowd would have surely raised up their arms and pitchforks and skewered the gentle giant. However, Joseppi tipped his hat up and arose from his metaphorical throne. [color=black]“So, I see your back for round 2 yeah? Hopefully you have more to say for yourself this time before you scamper off so ill-manneredly”[/color] his steps were slow but methodical, drawing in closer step by step building suspense that would suffocate the room. [color=black]“And I can see you brought a friend this time, how’d you manage that huh? Seeing as you were the one that interrupted my whole parley, I’m gonna have to give you two strikes”[/color] at this point the patrons inside were on the edge of their seats, the sound of wood creaking as the seats shifted in weight. It was odd to see a man of Simon’s stature be dwarfed by anyone else, but here Joseppi stood looking down on him.  The leather in his boots squeaked to a stop along with the chirps of his spurs. His hands rested on his belt buckle while his face drew near, [color=black]“Well what do you have to say for yourself? [i]Pardner[/i]?”[/color] 
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