From the corner of the bar, a man watched over the top of his Virgin Mary. Ignoring the dirty looks from the other customers and the 'tender for his choice of drink, as much as his outfit, a greatcoat over a crisp business suit, outlandishly neat in a place of such discordant hedonism, he gave a tisk at the flagrant display of the object of his scrutiny.
"The Devilish Angel.... tss... What a douche....." He seemed a little twitchy, actually, twice he nearly shot to his feet in the five minutes of his sitting at the bar. Once, when an unidentified person shot across and tackled the Erstwhile Gambler, and again when that person- Sorry, that CHILD, was seized by the bouncer.
A loud thwack, and even his somewhat sere face cracked a slight grin.
"Well, perhaps not so bad.... Atty... d'you get that?"
No reply was forthcoming, though a few tables away, a man paid his tab, and stood to exit. Poison-green painted fingernails, baggy duffelcoat and bonafide bondage pants. This one stood out even more, for the disarray he so carefully cultivated in his style.
Well, that, and the pink and green glo-stik rings thickly worn around his wrists.
Having paid for his drink already, the first man stood, and brushed himself off, clearly displeased by the general vibe of this place, before stepping calmly towards the main entrance.
Atty flicked a cigarillo from his pack, covered in smiley-face stickers, and graffiti style doodles, seeing the two troublemakers on the steps, not a few metres away, out from under the architrave. He counted seven seconds, busying himself by finding his lighter.
Puffing away happily, with a little lick of the lips, he began to wander casually down the steps, regarding the clouds, quite pointedly ignoring the way he was going.
A stumble, and he bumped into the small girl who had been kicked out, his lighter skittering away to the ground between the feet of the Cello-playing man.
"Ah! Mmh, eh.
Sorry 'bout that, I wasn-
Heeeey..... you know what? You look like someone I used to know, ma'am.
Remember me? Spare a little change? Times are hard, c'mon.."
And on, doing a failr passable impersonation of some of the city's less respectable penny-beggars.
"... Okay, so maybe I don't know you, but lemme tell you, it's good kharma to give to the less fortunate! And no good turn goes unrewarded! I'll do you a reading! Genuine Gypsy Tarot! I get a good vibe from you! It's coming... yes!... Uh... Yep, got it....
So, how about a little change?"