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Den woke up, rubbing his head. Where was he again... a bar... a hotel... No, a casino... why was he in a casino again... food... money... No, a job. Den sat up and looked around, and he noticed lots of people. With a sleepy smile, Den pulled out his guitar and strumed a few notes at first. Three vines moved his backpack to the side of him, and then broke it up into five parts, one large Den Den Mushi, and four smaller ones.
Struming a few more notes, Den attacked a wire from the Den Den Mushis' into a slot on his guitar and then sat down, once more his foot picking up the tin cup he had. Soft notes first started to come from the speaker Den den mushis', and then they started to pick up and the beats started to create a tune, similar to a dance beat.
Den smiled softly again and strumed his guitar faster, the music really picking up into a head rocking beat. Although many people rocked their heads to the tune, no one dropped any coins into the cup, and soon Den was losing intreast in playing. A bouncer walked over and went to grab Den's guitar, but a few weak vines wrapped around his wrist. "No one touches the guitar..." He said, smiling up at the man. He pulled his hand back, and Den then said, "I work for the dude who owns this place... in that new thing he started..."
- "BARTEND'R ANOSHER ONE!" Once he heard this, the red-vested bartender winced as if he'd been smacked in the back of the head with a plank. "ANOTHER one? Haven't you passed out from alcohol poisoning yet?!" Faye laughed at the bartender as he turned and yelled at her. "Awww, c'mon honey... I'm nowhere near my limit! *hic* Jush gimme anosher drink." The bartender shook his head and reluctantly mixed the contents of a few bottles into a glass. "I know I'm going to regret this..." Right before the bartender could hand the glass to Faye, she leaned over the counter and rubbed the bartender's chin. "I hope you made that drink strong, cutie." The bartender cringed. "Miss, I really think you've had enough." Faye pouted. "Aww... you're no fun." She then swiped the glass away from him and downed it. "I'sh toldsh ya, Ah'm nowhere near my limit." Faye snickered and stood up from her stool at the end of the bar. She managed to get ten steps before a bleeding man in a burgundy suit was lying right in her path. Faye looked at the man, who had just lost a few teeth, and then looked at the row of slot machines he had just been tossed at. With sleepy eyes, she laughed, and stepped on the man's back to continue her little walk. "Where's the damn bathroom in this place?"