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[h1][color=78d15a]Pride & Podiatry[/color][/h1]
[hr][b]Event:[/b] Zarina's Soiree - [b]Character's:[/b] Magnifico Verde & Zarina [@YummyYummy][hr][/center]
A green shadow slunk between tables, no one could really remember who invited Cawuio-Zast to the party but he wasn't doing the best job of looking inconspicuous about it. The Cazanax currently sat underneath a table with a bottle of Ellermane Bleu, despite the party just starting he had made considerable progress. It was free drinks and what better way to spend the night than with your bestest of friends, a great big bottle of booze.

Later that night…

Pissed, drunk, absolutely slaughtered. Cawiuo-Zast stumbled upon the top of an inside table and started dancing to a tune that could only exist in his head.

Zarina, after losing the sense of time with her exchange with Marz, eventually excused herself to cater to her party. Things had gotten a little rowdy, and she had a job to do.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Oi.”[/color] The Virangish hostess was behind him, also on the table, and her arms crossed. She was tall, even for a human, and her look of disappointment was palpable. [color=#E5E4E2]“What are you doing here with those dirty feet, Habibi?”[/color]

Cawuio-Zast stumbled around to meet Zarina and put his hands on his hips in offence, puffing himself up to look taller. He washed his feet about thrice a week, there was no need for her comments.

[color=#78d15a]"Are you the bouncer or something? Because I have a special invite, I'll have you know. Let me fetch it..."[/color] He reached into the inner pocket on the left side of his jacket and pulled out a small roll of paper. It flowed open in his hand to reveal a message in immaculate cursive.

[color=#78d15a][i]'Cawuio-Zast is honourably invited as a guest of honour to this soiree.'[/i][/color] At the bottom of the invitation, it added: [color=#78d15a][i]'Thank you.'[/i][/color]

The corner of Zarina's lips creased as she took note of the Cazenax's behaviour and supposedly spotless feet. When presented with the invitation, she raised a brow before entertaining the childish machinations of an intoxicated little man. Although the existence of such a trick suggested premeditation. Definitely Cazenax shenanigans.

She peered over the sheet of people. [color=#E5E4E2]“Ah but of course.”[/color] She smirked behind the veil of paper she kept over before her visage. [color=#E5E4E2]“Right this way, Mister Green!”[/color] Her trip to An Zenui had some linguistic payoff. [color=#E5E4E2]“We've been [i]eagerly[/i] awaiting your show.”[/color] She hopped off the table and gestured invitingly for him to follow. 

They were to go to the yard, where a musical performance was reaching its end. [color=#E5E4E2]“I was told you were one of the best. If I may be so bold as to ask if you could dedicate your first show to me?”[/color] she smiled. [color=#E5E4E2]“The boss.”[/color]

One thing Zarina would have noticed after looking back from the crowd was that Zast was now standing on two oddly thick drink coasters; she was certain she didn't order or own those ugly things. But it did make him look just a little taller. [color=#78d15a]"Wait a second, how did you know my name?... Oh yeah [i]hiccup[/i] right."[/color]

Cawuio-Zast furrowed his brow as he got the invitation to perform. He was certain there was no such arrangement made, the invitation was a complete fabrication after all. But maybe this woman hadn't caught on, it wasn't time to blow his cover yet. Free booze was free booze. [color=#78d15a]"Well it[i]sss[/i] about time they quit hogging the stage."[/color] He adjusted his jacket and hopped down from the table to follow the bouncer lady. 

[color=#78d15a]"Maybe when I get my show done, [i]hiccup[/i] I can start getting some proper respect around here."[/color] Zast looked back to Zarina in response to her question. [color=#78d15a]"I didn't mean you by the way. I would be happy to dedicate it to you, you've been lovely."[/color] What did she call herself? The boss? A pretty grandiose title for a bouncer, Zast thought, but he didn't have the mental bandwidth to consider it further.

The Cazenax's stumbling didn't stop after climbing up onto the stage. Causing immense confusion to the band, this little green man clumsily made his way to centre stage and waved to address the audience to moderate success. He took a swig of the bottle while his audience turned their heads toward him. [color=#78d15a]"Right! For those who don't know me and for those who, do but shouldn't, you are blessed by the musical talents [i]hiccup[/i] of Cawuuuiiooooo-Zast. I'd like to dedicate this performance to the bouncer down the back."[/color] He pointed Zarina out. [color=#78d15a]"Someone give her a smooch because she's the reason I'm up on this stage today..."[/color]

Zast trailed off as he looked down and began rifling through his jacket. [color=#78d15a]"Now where was it?"[/color] He mumbled to himself as he reached into the same pocket that held the invitation only to pull out a fully sized trumpet of Perrench make triumphantly. [color=#78d15a]"Aha!"[/color] The size difference was absurd, it couldn't have sat concealed in his jacket, let alone one small inner pocket. Where the hell had it come from?

There was little to ponder that question because, without further delay, he began.


[hider=A Brilliant, Inspired Performance]
[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n2f8e7XCSs[/youtube][/center]
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Most of the invitees were curious to see a Cazenax, especially one without the whacky body paints of Technically Correct, take the stage. Many eyes turned toward Zarina when the 'bouncer' was given special dedication, prompting her to wave with a cheeky grin. The confusion quickly turned into a myriad of applause the moment air came out of that trumpet and the choreography came about. In fact, many took to dancing in the most non-traditional manner they could think of. Cheers and smiles were abundant, the soirée was reaching its peak for sure!

Zarina clapped to the rhythm, and eventually joined her 'guest' on stage to man some percussion instruments and dance along with the Magnificent Green.  

[centre][color=#E5E4E2]“Hey hey, here we go!
So he's finally here, performing for you!
If you know the words, you can join him too,
Put your feet together so you can't be wrong,
as we take you through this greenie song!

HUH! C-Z! Mag-Green!

He's the leader of the bunch,
you know him well he's finally back,
TO KICK SOME TAIL!”[/color][/centre]

After his song, Zast took a swig of a wine bottle then grabbed the trumpet with both hands and broke it over his knee. But instead of the trumpet bending or even a dent being made, the instrument shifted into a mass of liquid that fell to the ground making a puddle of, presumably, water. [color=#78d15a]"T-sh-hank you very much! You've been a wonderful bloody audience."[/color]

Leaning back, the Cazenax stumbled back a couple of steps before throwing his balance forward and running at full speed. With a very poorly performed leap, he threw himself into the masses for some crowd surfing. However, the alcohol caught up with him in the execution and he blacked out at some point in the chaos of it all.
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