[Rem]

The catman grinned wide at the piano player's question, taking an exaggerated little bow. "I'm nobody darlin -- just the owner've the place." He chuckled at his own hilarity and leaned his elbow on the piano, tapping it with a finger. "And you just made me remember I bought this damn thing for a reason -- how would you like t'do that some more?" He gestured at the piano keys. "Say, every night from 6pm t'an hour before closin'?" He paused and then waved a hand. "Which...doesn't actually exist but we c'n negotiate."

He jumped when he heard the commotion at the door, seeing a possible patron actually -fall- into the establishment; he groaned, wincing at the thought of lawsuit but the guy seemed okay, he just limped his way to the bar and Rem relaxed, turning back to the piano player. Honey would take care of the new arrival.