The doors to one of the jazz lounges burst open and a tall, tan man wearing only a loincloth strode in. A few of the back audience members looked back to see what the commotion was, but most of the attention was still focused on Giana's admittedly lovely singing.

A chubby, out of shape guard named Larry followed him in, panting. "Excuse me, but you're not wearing enough clothing for lounge 2B. You'll have to come with me."

Tribalman's masked face snapped to look at him, the mask cocked at an inquisitive angle. Tribalman stepped uncomfortably close to Larry. The guard was considering going for his gun when Tribalman grabbed one of his hands with his own, wrapped the other around the guard's waste, and proceeded to tango into the middle of jazz lounge 2B. Tango music, but oddly stylized and played with tribal instruments, emanated from the dancing pair, and Larry found himself unable to consider breaking free. It was the first time in twelve years that he had ever felt...wanted. It was a nice feeling. He looked up warmly to Tribalman's mask, and Tribalman looked back at him in much the same way. At least, Larry assumed he was looking at him the same way; the whole mask thing made it a bit hard to tell.

Suddenly Larry came to his senses slightly, and he glanced around them. Tangoing pairs were all around them, all in perfect harmony. Tables had been pushed aside, and people in the audience were swaying with the music. Tribalman twirled him around, and he felt better than he had in years. It was almost like his paunch had vanished, almost like he was suddenly the healthy young man he'd been so long ago.

He looked back at Tribalman and was surprised to find a woman just slightly less obese than him tangoing with him instead of Tribalman. He was about to release himself sadly when all his newfound affection for Tribalman suddenly found itself latching onto her. He was absolutely enchanted. "Hey," he said quietly. "My name's Larry."

"Mine's Susan," she replied softly.

"Want to go out for dinner sometime?"