Please Welcome to the Stage...

Ronin was covered in that sort of finish, though if you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you how he had got it or quite when he had fallen asleep in the backroom of the church. He remembered drinking - a lot of drinking - and Bastien must have forgotten he was there because when he came around with a blazing headache and a case of the giggles, he was beneath several layers of bright and filmy fabrics, effectively masking him from the barkeep. When he emerged to find Remi wearing a very revealing shirt indeed, and Bastien his usually shiny self, the guildmaster couldn't help the laughter that came bubbling from his throat. Ronin wasn't wearing a shirt. There was glitter in his ruffled hair and smudged stars all over his chest and arms and neck, and his trousers were unfastened and risked slipping from his hips at any moment. It was pretty obvious, too, that he wasn't wearing underwear. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. "What are we doing?" ronypony it's always nice to make an impression