Smugglers, Rock and Roll and the rise of the PLF

[Erasmas]

Gea: *looks at the glass, then at the box, then at the bartender... then her mouth opens* Oh, is that so... ah well, why not. It'll be good for a laugh.

Gea readjusts the strap of the bass on her shoulder, takes the two glasses and heads for the table where ther poor corporate was trying in vain to avoid drawing attention.
She puts the two glasses on the table, placing the "right" one in front of him, and adjusting her glasses she raises a big smile and starts talking in an exagerately excited tone.

Gea: HEY! IT'S REALLY YOU! I can't believe my luck! I saw you from there and I just HAD to come here and offer you a drink! I am SOOOO much your biggest fan! *grabs his hand as he is still trying to figure out what the hell is happening, and while shaking it she carries on* I can't believe I'm talking with the biggest producer of the month! I am so excited! Oh I wish me and my friends could work for you, we have sooo many great ideas, wanna hear one?
Trader: But... I'm sorry miss, I, uh, work for Age-
Gea: AGEIRA! Of course, what else? It's perfect! We have sooo many ideas for advertisement jingles! *sits on the chair next to him, getting as close as possible without actually jumping on his lap, then turns her head to call for the rest of the band* Hey Leo! Paula! Over here! It's THAT man! *then stops her glance on Domingo* Oh hey Dom, you're here. A guy asked about you earlier, down at the hangars. *grins, then turns back to the overwhelmed trader, stopping another faint attempt of protest* I called the other guys, you'll see, we're PERFECT for that job!

The poor man, shaking his head, tries to raise from his chair, but at that precise moment Leo's wheelchair blocks his seat from a side, while the silver haired Paula puts a hand on his shoulder and emits an overly girlish squeal with the full power of her lungs.

Paula: OHMYGOSH IT'S HIM! This is TOTALLY the best day onf my life! I can't believe we could have the chance to work with...
Gea: Ageira, yeah! Can you believe it?
Leo: Hell yeah! We rock! *starts making a hell of a noise with his battery sticks on the table*
Trader: Listen, guys... I- I'm trying to tell you...
Gea: Yeah we know, of course! You'll have to hear what we're made of before you can say anything! We can show you something right away!

At this point, the poor man is to the brink of mental collapse, and takes a big gulp from the glass in front of him in an attempt to recollect himself. To no avail, because the malefic trio continues stunning and interrupting him with void talk until he finally collapses from exaustion and pharma-induced sleep.

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