Malaquias looks at her and tries to work thing out, "Rosie please just take a moment to relax. Look your friends had a great night and none of them are freaking out about it but you. They ain't gonna say shit so please don't make a scene that will cause the whole town to find out about it. Let it be a secret that the ladies keep as a farewell gift to the one getting married."

   Rosezella looked at him and then at Qirmet who was still playing the beautiful melody on the piano. She thought about things for a bit but she was still pissed off as can be. However she didn't want to embarrass her friends by letting the town know that they are sluts.

   She started to walk away and told Malaquias, "Fine but I better not see him at the wedding tomorrow or else it's going to be your ass that gets to taste my flower sword with him." She storms out and Malaquias looks over to the bartender and orders to drinks. One for himself and the other was Qirmet's favorite. He walked over and handed his best friend a shot of White Roseblood. It was a very sweet type of tequila made from a Roseblood fruit and mixed with other types of alcohol to make a pretty strong but also damn tasty alcoholic beverage. Just a single shot was as strong as half a bottle of normal tequila.

   Malaquias being a Korgyn meant that he looked like a more elemental elf man. His skin was a bright pale purple with his hair being a darker purple with bright blue highlights on the ends that naturally shifted to that color. His hair was just past his shoulders but he like to keep it in a ponytail that way it wasn't too free-flowing and he looked presentable. He had lightning shaped birthmarks all over his body that pulsed with electrical currents going through them that you could see moving throughout his body just by looking at him. His eyes were a dark purple with a blue ring around the outer edge of his iris. You didn't want to see him when he got mad because that's when his eyes and hair turned into pure electricity and began arcing wildly.

   He waited standing there for a moment until Qirmet reached out and took the shot and drink it all. Qirmet stood up stretching for a moment as the alcohol woke him up a bit. Qirmet looked at him and smiled, "Hey Mally. Thanks for the drink. Where is Rosie? I could have sworn I heard her nagging when you both came in."

   Qirmet was unlike anybody else in town because he was the only Dugotta. His people are the frog-like beastfolk from the Most Serene Republic of Puhala. They look primarily like humans but their skin has a very smooth and glossy look and feel to it not to mention they have patterns similar to that of a poisonous tree frog or poisonous dart frog. Their eyes are similar to that of most frogs and toads as well however they are still very human in structural makeup as well including or rather especially in the face. However there more frog like fingertips and feet along with webbing between their fingers and toes and their little frog tails make them very distinct enough from humans; that if their skin and eyes didn't tell you they were a different race those bits would definitely get it across.

   Qirmet specifically was primarily green skinned with black stripes and spots across his body, but the green skin on his body faded into yellow and blue in places. He had long dark green dreadlocks that reached down to just passed his shoulder blades. His eyes were primarily blue but they faded into green along the edges of his iris. He was a man with a good build and body type he wasn't too muscular and he wasn't too skinny, but the muscle definition he had was enough to impress all of his admirers. He had two birthmarks on his body that were different from his skin pattern that most people mistook for tattoos. On his chest which was much more visible to others was a odd sun symbol birthmark. However the one most people didn't see was the one on the back of his neck which was a full moon with two crescent moons on the both sides of it.

   Malaquias told him while taking a sip of his wine, "I got her to leave without ripping you apart. You really pissed her off sleeping with 3 of her friends after the bachelorette party show that you performed for them, and one of them was the bride for tomorrow's wedding. What the fuck man? You promised me you would be on your best behavior. Look I don't mind you partying and having a good time, hell I'm there participating with you half of the time, but come on bro you got to do better." 

   Qirmet laughed a little and responded with a quip, "I can't help it if I'm sexy. The ladies love them some Daddy Moonlight. That's what a lot of them started to call me during by the way." 

   Malaquias looks at him very annoyed but not angry, "Look man all I can tell you is that you're no longer allowed to go to tomorrow's wedding. If you take one footstep into the cathedral tomorrow Rosie is going to skin you alive."

   Qirmet takes a seat at the bar and tells him with a carefree tone, "Hey no problem. It's all good my man. Beside this sexy singer has got something else I was going to do tomorrow anyway."

   Malaquias takes another sip of wine and asks with a tone like he doesn't believe Qirmet actually has anything planned to do tomorrow and is just making up shit, "Oh really? Well what is it?" Qirmet orders another shot and drinks it. 

   Then he turns to Malaquias and says with a smile of excitement, "I have been asked to perform in Bosterwick for the Grand Adventurers Guild. They are hosting an event for the entire guild and inviting people from the Warsong Royal Academy and the Merchant's Conclave. After that I get to perform at the Bardic College of Harbotford where my mom once learned to play music." 

   Malaquias seeing how Qirmet looked hopeful that he might get to impress his mother's old teachers and friends at the best musical entertainers school in the entire Grand Duchy; was shocked to see he was taking that seriously. Qirmet was a party animal but he was the best of the best. Malaquias new that when he took something seriously Qirmet became a force to be reckoned with and anyone who got in his way from achieving his goal wouldn't last long. 

   Malaquias placed a hand on Qirmet shoulder worried about his friend. Qirmet lost his mother a few years ago shortly after he had started finally getting his music played on the radio across the Grand Duchy. He took almost a year off from making music to mourn his mother but the first song he made when he finally started back making music was about her and his love for his mom. It was immediately on the top of all of the musical Billboards within hours of it being released for the public to hear. That song and every song he's made since then has all been hits; which is why he's starting to become so internationally famous and even getting invitations from some pretty important people in the Grand Duchy itself to perform for.

   Qirmet gently grabs his hand and gives a look that he will be just fine. Malaquias reminds him as his best friend, "You know that I got your back for forever. If you need me I'll always come running." 

   Qirmet ordered one last drink before saying, "I know that's why I want you to come with me. I know that you're going to be going to the wedding tomorrow, but after it's over meet up with me in the capital and we'll head to Harbotford together. I would like to have you there watching my back like always. You can let Rosie join us too since you both are always together. Tell her she won't have to pay for anything and that it's my way of apologizing for tonight."

   Malaquias hold his arms and says giving him a look of disbelief but not mistrust, "That's nice of you to do. Of course you know I would be there for you man you didn't even need to ask. Rosie on the other hand will probably take you up on that offer because it's a free vacation away from her shitty super religious parents. But you did say you would pay for everything which ain't like you, so what's the catch?"

   Qirmet takes his final shot for the night and replies, "No catch. I know I usually invite her along because I want to try and get more publicity, but this time I don't need it. I honestly just want you both there because whether I like it or not she's also my friend just like you are. After all I'm assuming the two of you are dating at this point, so I got to make sure that your girlfriend doesn't hate me."

   Malaquias rolls his eyes at the thought of her being considered his girlfriend especially because Qirmet knew that he was technically her bodyguard during the summer time each year. Qirmet gave him a fist bump before grabbing his suit jacket and tossing it over his shoulder. From there he headed out back to his house near the man made pond on the edge of town.

   Qirmet had a lovely home that he himself helped to build over 20 years. Once upon a time this house used to be a tiny one-bedroom one-bathroom small home on a small hill next to a big dip in the surrounding land. He made sure to spice things up as he became progressively more famous and wealthy. He wasn't as rich as the guy who owned this town but he was getting there. But money was not really the main thing he ever cared about in life. His main pursuit in life was music. 

   As he walked inside he the first thing he saw was the photo of him and his parents. The photo was an old one that he had gotten enlarged to be the size of a poster. It was originally taken when he was only a little boy around the age of 50, the equivalent of 10 years old for his longer lived race. He was 125 now, which makes him the equivalent of 25. As he closed the door behind him he placed his hand on the photo and thought of his mom.

   He was lucky that his father was still alive and that he was in Harbotford serving as the new harbor master. Once he had locked the door behind him he walked away from the photo and over to the living room where mounted on the wall was his first guitar. It was a gift from his father, and it was designed to have the same pattern as his skin so no one could ever mistake whose guitar it was. He remembered that is dad got it for him when Qirmet decided to leave the navy and his father told him to follow his dream.

   As he walked through the hallway leading to his bedroom he was surrounded by the photos of his family. The last photo before entering into his bedroom was one of the last performance he got to play for his mother; where she and his father had traveled all the way to Bosterwick to see him perform for the Winter Solstice Music Festival. They got to be on stage with him to sing one of his songs with him for the entire country on live TV. The photo was of all three of them singing and smiling together as one big family.

   Qirmet stared at that photo so many times and for so long ever since his mother passed. Even now he stops to look at it almost as if he's taking a moment of silence in her memory each time. He walked into his bedroom after and got a spare change of clothes to wear after he got out of the shower. He knew that he maybe had an hour before his tour bus driver comes to pick him up just start heading out to the capital for tomorrow's performance. 

   After taking a nice long deserve shower and changing into some clean clothes he grabbed his suitcase and his keys, then he made his way back to the living room where he will wait until his tour bus comes to pick him up. He does not end up waiting long before he hears the sound of the tour bus horn honking to tell him that it's time to go. He grabs the guitar off of the wall and takes it with him because there was no way he wasn't going to do this life changing performance without it. 

   After locking up his house, Qirmet got on the tour bus where he saw all of the people that work for him already on and already ready to go. He made his way to the back of the bus where his personal bedroom was and he put his things in there. After that he joined everybody else up front. As he sat down the drummer he hired asked him, "So boss you ready for this adventure?"