Enola was never too good at comedy but no one had ever taken the time to tell her that. More specifically, no one had the heart to break her dreams of being good with jokes. She was so awful at jokes, in fact, that you could compare her to that one person at the party who ruins the mood with a terrible joke. Frankly, her jokes were the kind that made people cringe for one reason or another. They were either too cheesy, too sexist, too racist, or too whatever. The worst part is, she never knew her jokes were too cheesy, too sexist, too racist, or too whatever. She had always heard those jokes from somewhere and just misunderstood the joke in one way or another and decided they were funny out of a context of ignorance. Thankfully, she didn’t tell to many jokes since she viewed humor as too humorous for a maid.
That day, however, a notice appeared on the guild’s job board. It was, of all chance, a job notice for someone needing help with a comedy club. They needed a good opening act and, sure enough, Enola felt she was just perfect for the job. Granted, it seemed out of the ordinary for a Lamia Scale mage to take such a job but the maid just knew it was an act from the divine that the job just happened to show up on Lamia Scale’s job board. She accepted it right away and thought against the idea of bringing Shohei with her, given that he was grumpier than Scrooge and the Grinch combined. She did, however, decide to bring Anguis with her to show her that she was indeed a funny person after all. Best of all, she could probably make Anguis burst out laughing and snort something through her nose, just how she dreamt of.
Of course, Anguis didn’t want to come. She was too afraid of seeing the train wreck that would be Enola’s joke-telling:
“Please, I promise you’ll have a great time.”
“Nope. Not going.”
“I’ll split the Jewels with you.”
“You already pay me anyway.”
“There’ll be alcohol there… and cute boys to buy you drinks.” Enola didn’t like setting Anguis up to be a complete scandal in public but she was out of options.
“Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I could come.”
With that, Enola equipped her limiter bracelet and the two took a train straight to Magnolia Town. Anguis, quite the partier, had already heard of the night club called the Midnight Star. Apparently, it wasn’t that good of a nightclub but it was more out of bad luck than anything else. It also had a plethora of shady characters, ranging from gangbangers and drug deals to the manager himself.
Enola hopped up on the stage when it was her turn to go.
“Evening, everyone! I’m so excited to be here tonight!”
The crowed waited in suspension.
“What did the injured cat say to the healthy cat? Me-ow!”
The crowd waited for something funnier to come up as Enola sweated a little.
“Wow. You people don’t have a lot of humor. You all must be from Pergrande, right?”
Crickets roared at the racist stereotype of people from Pergrande having no humor.
“Alright, alright. How about this: is your fridge running? If so, you better go catch it!”
Silence. More sweat went down Enola’s forehead as she felt the pressure going up.
“How about those people from Sabertooth? I wouldn’t trust them with my children, if you know what I mean.”
The crowd just stared at the tragedy. More pressure!
“Uh… how about airline food?”
“How about a funny joke!?”
Anguis’ interruption didn’t help. In fact, Enola froze. She actually froze! For a minute, there was no noise. Then, a small tiny noise could be heard coming off of Enola as a little liquid went down her leg. The pressure was just too strong.
The crowd roared at the site of the maid wetting herself on stage, some of them even crying. Anguis, of course, joined in on the laughter before finally slithering up onto the stage and getting her cousin off before she made a bigger fool of herself. The lamia decided to be a Saint today and handle getting Enola’s payment before abruptly sticking the cash into her own shirt pocket. Enola, poor Enola… she was so mortified that she didn’t even care about Anguis taking all the money. She just took the first train ride home and buried her face in a pillow.
WC: 760/750
PC: 1/1
