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The Barbs
Everyone is celebrating. Everyone is happy. The drinks are flowing, many of them on the band's tab.
Hao-Lin:
The asian ones chuckles, standing tall to the left of the cat man as he takes a sip of whiskey. He's the guitarist, Hao-Lin Cheng, with his long black hair and striking manly features. He's a mountain of muscles, and so is the man on the right - the backup expert, Sirano Hama, who stands just as tall with the sleeves of his trucker jacket clinging tightly to his strong, thick arms. Running a hand through his brown hair, he grins.
Sirano:
Both of them soon enough separate from their spaces, going to mingle with the people. Gatito remains. He's almost as tall as them, but his slender body looks almost fragile between such massive Adoni. His whole body is covered in light grey fur, which in turn is covered by his elegant black suit. His tail swishes gently behind him as he leans against the counter. He's the lead singer. The voice everyone admires. Yet he hasn't said a word yet, in this night dedicated to his group. He just smiles to himself, like seeing everyone be so happy and lively is all he needs.
The Barbsjust finished their big tour, and it seems they can afford to pay a few rounds for everyone who came to the PayRock Pub today. Their songs are blaring from the jukebox, melding metal power beats with one of the most serene yet powerful voices the music business has heard in the last few years. Now, they're all here. The vocalist, the guitarist, the other guy and... well, that's it. The drummer's nowhere to be seen. Doesn't do public appearances, apparently. But those three certainly take up enough room.
Hao-Lin:
How droll. You pay a few little drinks for them, and that's enough to make them all cheer. Makes you wonder why we put so much effort into our stage performance.
The asian ones chuckles, standing tall to the left of the cat man as he takes a sip of whiskey. He's the guitarist, Hao-Lin Cheng, with his long black hair and striking manly features. He's a mountain of muscles, and so is the man on the right - the backup expert, Sirano Hama, who stands just as tall with the sleeves of his trucker jacket clinging tightly to his strong, thick arms. Running a hand through his brown hair, he grins.
Sirano:
We do it because we love it, my man! Nothing beats vibing with the crowd! Or vibing with these people right here! Who wants to DANCE with me?
Both of them soon enough separate from their spaces, going to mingle with the people. Gatito remains. He's almost as tall as them, but his slender body looks almost fragile between such massive Adoni. His whole body is covered in light grey fur, which in turn is covered by his elegant black suit. His tail swishes gently behind him as he leans against the counter. He's the lead singer. The voice everyone admires. Yet he hasn't said a word yet, in this night dedicated to his group. He just smiles to himself, like seeing everyone be so happy and lively is all he needs.
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