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Doc walked in, he was dressed in a victorian-styled uniform with a baton strapped to his waist.
"Excuse me? Has anyone seen a tall, muscular panther around here?" Doc asked, "Someone informed me he was drinking alcohol in public, not in a bar."

"I was hoping he passed by here..." Doc looked around with an anxious look.

"I remember someone coming in and ordering a glass of Scotch, but I don't recall whether or not he was a panther, sir"

Doc raised a brow, "Could you tell me about him? What you remember?"
He quickly pulled out a notepad from his pocket, fumbling it for a few seconds before holding it firmly.

"He came here on a horse. He ordered a glass of scotch"

Doc wrote this down. "Ah, that wouldn't be him then... I don't think he has a horse."

"Thank you for the information, sir." Doc looked up from the notepad and nodded.

"You're quite welcome"


He turned on the music and played "Golgotha" by W.A.S.P.

The hissing sound of spray paint could be heard outside...

A young girl with brown, messy hair and a hat with goggles on it, was spray painting the front of the bar with neon blue spray paint, they were childish yet threatening looking doodles of smiles and a older girl with long blue hair in a braid.

Pyro notices the young girl spray painting outside of the bar, and sits down to stare at artwork.

Isha was busy with her work, and stopped to shake up the spray paint can. This is when she had noticed Pyro.
Her eyes widened and she stepped back with a soft noise of surprise. She stared, as if alert and worried Pyro would try to attack or capture her.

Pyro stares back at Isha for several minutes before speaking. "Ow dow how dow."*

*"Oh well hi there."

"Pyro! Welcome back! You up for lighting my pizza oven?"

"Mathius? I believe there's someone... changing the colors of the bar outside"

Isha looked at Pyro, and slowly dropped the half-empty spray paintcan, she looked ready to run if need be.
She didn't quite understand Pyro, but she held her hand up and gave a slow, awkward wave and took a step backwards.

He perp-walked the girl inside. "Why are you spraying my bar?" He said in his low, booming voice.

"Drael......she's five minutes older than Fumizuki. Go easy"

"Mathius....I have two daughters. I know what I'm doing g" He returned his gaze to the child.

He held out his hand for the spray paint.

Isha made a soft whine and looked up at Drael, frightened by him.
She put her hands on the other spray-can attached to her belt and shook her head no.

He knelt so he was closer. He saw the fear in her eyes and it stung him a bit. "hand it to me. Now"

He sounded less like a bouncer now and he seemed more like a father.

Isha took the spray-can off of her belt and fumbled it for a moment, and handed it out to Drael.
She still watched him like a hawk.

"Uh huh." Pyro pulls out a lighter, dons a cowboy hat, and does a fancy twirl with the lighter like it's a revolver and they're in the wild west. A tumbleweed even rolls past. Pyro lights up the pizza oven, then chases after the tumbleweed, trying to set it on fire.