The wolf sighed, rubbing his grey fur. "Sir, we don't sell hat polish here."
"Oh?" The robe leaned in. "And why ever not?"
"This is a Snack bar, sir." The wolf gestured. "And it's not even the primary establishment."
"Touche, my friend." The robe returned to his former position. "I did note the dance floor."
"Did you?"
"Indeed. Would you mind turning on the music?"
The wolf rolled his eyes. "Try asking the DJ."
"Oh, I would, but you see, he's not here."
The wolf glanced at the booth. It was indeed empty.
"Late again..." he growled. "I ought to start up the music myself-"
"Then why don't you?"
"What?" He laughed. "Right. Me, play music? I don't think so."
"What's so hard? I'm sure you'll pick it up easy." The robe began waving his sleeves in the air. "Bow chika wop wop wiki wiki fo schizzo!"
"...Okay, that was awful."
"Then it's a good thing I'm not up there!"
(OOC: Yes, it's an RP thread! Jump on board!)
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