Crocodile walks in the bar, glancing at his surroundings from time to time while smoking his cigar. His steps gets faster as the rythm of the music does as well. The blue and purple lights are shining on his skin as he stands up and walks more intimidatingly when people recognise him around. He stops at a table in the corner and decides to sit here... He orders a drink, a simple whiskey with two ice cubes and once the waiter walks away and out of his sight, Crocodile's eyes widen when he spots you dancing on the stage. He recognises you immediately... All the people around the stage are throwing money at you, cheering, whistling... ...while he is in trance.