[He has one job here. One job, and he needs to not fuck it up.]
[Funnily enough, that means acting like a fuck up, but hey, what else is new? With a few things set up, colored fog suddenly starts spewing into the party, and there's a neon-stick-covered monstrosity leaping onto the bar with a high pitched grating cackle. Oh look, it's Artolo 'trainwreck' Apemis.]
Come on, you boring vodka guzzling fucks! Our last night in Moscow, and this is the best afterparty!?
[Watch out- you might be getting beaned in the head with either glowsticks, or.... Is that a fireworks box of some sort? Welp.]
Come on! We're not coming around here again anytime soon, soOOOAH-
[Did he just slip off of the bar he was storming along? Yes. That sound you heard was his bony body smacking into the floor behind the bar. Someone make sure he hasn't died by accident.]
B - Fireworks and weed
[It takes a lot of work to get everyone out, to build up that hype with liberal amounts of booze and drugs encouraging the exodus into the street. With all that work and Artolo's public persona, you'd think he'd be in the thick of it tearing it up.]
[Actually, he's to the side away from the main stage where Terry and Aramat are performing. In his hands are simple sparklers. Well, one hand has sparklers that he's tracing lazy shapes in the air with. The other hand is holding a joint.]
[If he sees anyone staring for too long, he glances at them from behind his shades.]
Want one?
[Whether he's talking about weed or the sparklers is anyone's guess.]
Artolo Apemis - ota
[He has one job here. One job, and he needs to not fuck it up.]
[Funnily enough, that means acting like a fuck up, but hey, what else is new? With a few things set up, colored fog suddenly starts spewing into the party, and there's a neon-stick-covered monstrosity leaping onto the bar with a high pitched grating cackle. Oh look, it's Artolo 'trainwreck' Apemis.]
Come on, you boring vodka guzzling fucks! Our last night in Moscow, and this is the best afterparty!?
[Watch out- you might be getting beaned in the head with either glowsticks, or.... Is that a fireworks box of some sort? Welp.]
Come on! We're not coming around here again anytime soon, soOOOAH-
[Did he just slip off of the bar he was storming along? Yes. That sound you heard was his bony body smacking into the floor behind the bar. Someone make sure he hasn't died by accident.]
B - Fireworks and weed
[It takes a lot of work to get everyone out, to build up that hype with liberal amounts of booze and drugs encouraging the exodus into the street. With all that work and Artolo's public persona, you'd think he'd be in the thick of it tearing it up.]
[Actually, he's to the side away from the main stage where Terry and Aramat are performing. In his hands are simple sparklers. Well, one hand has sparklers that he's tracing lazy shapes in the air with. The other hand is holding a joint.]
[If he sees anyone staring for too long, he glances at them from behind his shades.]
Want one?
[Whether he's talking about weed or the sparklers is anyone's guess.]
C - Wildcard
[Harass him at any point in time]