Meanwhile, back at the Booze filled non-alcoholic bar

(OOC: he he... rouge hologram... Cannon isn't bright red is he?)
Where: The Non-alcoholic bar
When: whenever
Who: Canazza
All that time being sober had had some strange effects on Canazza, none so strange though as the effect of the Drinking ban being lifted.
He stood in the middle of the dance floor, staring at what he thought was the wall, but he couldn't tell because to him the floor looked just like the wall and vice versa.
His cloudy head swirrled, pretty green and orange patterns whizzed accross his vision. He could hear music, he was unsure what track was playing, all he knew was he wanted to dance. But he was afraid that he'd dance to the wrong track, so he waited.
The dancefloor was empty except for Canazza. Everyone was at their seats, either too drunk to stand, or on the floor, too drunk to get up.
The skutters whizzed to and from the bar serving everyones orders.
And Canazza began to dance.
He recognised the tune instantly as it began, even through his groggy head, as this one was unmistakeable.
He started off drawing a wonky line with his outstreched arm, then with the other.
As the beat changed for the chorus he straightened and prepared.
He began to sing along
"It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A."
"It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A."
"you can something something, something something good meal, you can do something something else"
And just as he started to do the Y of the next Y.M.C.A. he knocked a skutter back that ventured too close to the flailing madman and was sent skidding accross the dancefloor, whacking into the bar, while the drinks went skywards and landed ontop of a man, a man who seemed out of place on a mining ship. He was 6 foot tall, atleast 300lbs, and tattooed.
Canazza continued dancing even when he was being held aloft by this burly gentleman.
"You soaked my favourite leather Jacket"
"Sorry," Canazza continued dancing, and kicked the man in the crotch during one of the letters, and landed on his arse as the man dropped him.
"You little smeg, you're going to die"
Strangly, this didn't seem to bother Canazza,
"Where's Timmy" he thought, "Last I saw he was being thrown about behind that bar"
he rolled over to try and stand up again just at the man swung his fist hard towards Canazza's face, missing, and carrying on, impacting with the same skutter who had previously been sent flying by Canazza, and was sent once again towards the stainless steel bar-stool, which oddly, was covered with some unidentifyable stain.
Canazza stood and staggered out of the bar, with the burly man in slow pursuit.
Canazza looked over his shoulder and noticed the blurry outline of the man lumbering after him.
Canazza got mad, he turned to the man
"What you got against me anyway?"
"You ruined my Jacket."
"Well - " Canazza was lost for words, "Well - Sorry"
"Sorry ain't good enough, I'm from Birmingham and I ain't taking no sorry"
"Well, I'm from Glasgow, and I - I -  I'm slightly drunk"
"AAH!" The man's eyes grew large
"Heh, afraid of Glaswegiens are we?"
The man turned and fled, Canazza's eyes suddenly balloned, he let out a yelp as he registered pain in his groin.
The skutter who had previously been catapulted now held a piece of glass from one of the drinks in his claw and had stabbed it into both the men's groin
A chain of explitives came out of Canazza's mouth as the skutter removed the shard and discarded it.
"You sod" He kicked the skutter, who promtly flew off again, tripping the man up.
Both of them righted themselves and stared at Canazza who was now running pell-mell towards the promenade.Name: Dave Canazza
Status: Pain in your groin? Kick a skutter