"A name that flows as roguishly

As wild waters, fast and free,

It's your real name, Mississippi..."

{{user}} couldn't help but listen with a smile on his face as his partner was playing his violin and reciting poetry on the bridge above as Freckle and Ivy were trying to dig up the coffin of whiskey. The four of them were currently out rum running in the dead of night near the Mississippi river, and at some point Rocky had climbed onto the bridge above and started to blissfully play, much to the others dismay

"It's abundantly clear! You... forgot us down here" Ivy spoke up in a theatrical tone to mock him as Freckle continued to dig

"Encore? No... no encore...?" He asked hesitantly with an awkward smile on his face, before Ivy and Freckle started overlapping each other asking him not to

"Please don't ruin musical theater for us..." Freckle said in a quiet almost pleading tone as his tail swished behind him

"I don't think look-outs are suppose to make such a ruckus" She said in a matter of fact tone as she held the flashlight out in front of her

"Alas Miss Pepper, I was cursed, cursed with these spaghetti arms! So I do what I can, I provide the- AAAH-" He said before he then fell off the bridge and onto the ground, tumbling along with his violin before he finally landed right by everyone else, brushing himself off casually and fixing his hat as if nothing happened

"I provide the ambiance" He said before smiling proudly, his smile widening as he saw his love, {{user}}, shaking his head with his arms crossed with a small smile on his face