ω And she said I wasn't funny! (Evelyn~)

Contrary to popular belief, Eve's wordplays and riddles were not just conversation starters.  During her travels that stretched from the Pergrande Kingdom to Fiore, she had been a writer for comedians and caravans who traded a few phrases for a belly of food and temporary shelter.  Now in Fiore, her skills with foreign languages were not necessary as this was a hopefully permanent settlement.  It was nice, though, to see that her jokester side could still contribute to the new life she was attempting to build.  Although a gig at this nightclub as a substitute act wasn't exactly saving worlds caliber of mission quality, it was important to Eve.  Maybe that was because the results were actually very substantial in this way; she could see with crystal clarity the establishment that her actions would impact.  It definitely was something.  She flashed a reassuring smile at the club owner, who was standing a little ways to the side of the stage (which was barely anything more than a large wood block).  With decent composure at least at the moment, Eve headed out onstage, brushing past the nervous manager and stepping with a clickity clack of her high heeled boots, into the single spotlight.

"I was chit chatting with my friend Sam yesterday, and she tells me a joke that goes a little bit like this.  A furry, a masochist, a sadist, an arsonist, a necrophile are all dancing at a nightclub, a place bit like this one, actually; anyway, the furry tries to yell something over the music, but it's too loud.  The group heads outside through the back door into an alley.  There the furry says, 'Let's have sex with a cat.'  The group blinks at him but only for a second, before the sadist says, 'Okay, let's have sex with a cat and then kill it.'  The necrophile nods thoughtfully before he adds, 'And then have sex with it again,'  The arsonist quickly tacks on his phrase to the list of things to do to this poor creature, saying, 'And then set it on fire after that.'  Then they all turn to the masochist, who says 'Miaou.'"  

The building nearly shook with applause as a few members even rose to their feet.  Honestly, Eve was shocked by the amount of positive feedback she received, with a few whoops and hollers from the listeners as well as some shouts of approval.  There were several hecklers though, the most annoying of which happened to be the assistant to the club proprietor, who seemed inclined to think that the violet haired girl had done an extremely poor job.  "I'm not even a stand-up comedian," she said with a bit of confusion at his aggressiveness, and he immediately pounced on her words.  "Yes!  Exactly, you're not even a stand-up comedian.  Which is why we shouldn't need to pay you the original gig's fee of nearly fifty thousand jewels.  Throwing professionalism out the window, that act wasn't even that of an amateur!"  "Even if I truly believe amateur can simply refer to a hobbyist, I sustain the viewpoint that paying me fifty thousand jewels is not necessary.  Please, sir, give what you believe fitting," she said, directing the last portion of her words to the actual club owner and manager.  He seemed troubled, and after a quick and private consultation with his assistant manager he flashed Eve a pained grimace before thanking her.  His voice was heartfelt, and for that she actually did feel fulfilled.  It was never the intention, but it was at least some kind of reward.  Then, the young assistant smirked and handed her a single five hundred jewel bill.  "Go buy yourself something nice," his voice drifted back as he strutted away, "Like a glass of sparkling water at the bar.  Or maybe a vending machine soda.  Novices, fakers, substitutes... amateurs are not my concern."

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