[Poggio]

Drawing a huff, he looked around. "No sir, I do not believe in drinking before eating... I also do not have a desinated driver, and... " He could have kept going with excuses not to have anything but his wish. It made him miffed that he was not being taken seriously either that or the staff really wasn't sober. HIs eyes traveled in the darkened room until he found something of particular interest. If he could not get the answers he sought from the man at the bar, he would get them the only way he knew how. By show. Silently he slipped away from the bar and drifted towards the corner where a black baby grand sat collecting dust. Po abruptly pushed aside the stool and let himself fall in front of the keys. Gingerly he tested out the C, before playing a beautiful rift that turned into a piano version of Lady Gaga's paparazzi.