No one in the whole audience can take their eyes off of him. Getting low and swaying this way and that, as he waves his arms as though they had a mind of their own. King Dice decided to tease them with a little dance.
Then band slowly join in with the singing. Some customers came in and sat down near the stage when they heard the singing. Cuphead was trying to hold back a giggle himself. Even the boys smiled from the nostalgia.īut Minnie had a heart as big as a whale~Įven the devil couldn't help but smile. “Hey folks, here's a story ‘bout Minnie the Moocher~”Įveryone knew that song.
When he makes it to the center of the stage, he clears out his throat and hope for the best. He still remembers some of his pop's songs. But he himself never actually sung before his ol pop was a jazz singer himself but.that was a long time ago. Of course it was, he did lead the band after all. It was an instant smash hit with the customers. The stage is for the casino’s own jazz band. I haven't had an audience in ‘while.” He stands up and straightens himself before heading to the stage. There's fire in the Devil's eyes and looks like he's gonna blow. “Please…” Mugman barely says above a whisper as he shrank back. If he doesn't stop everyone knows that all hell will break loose. “Yeah! Sing for us, I'm getting tired of winning to ol’ furball here” Cuphead snickers. “If ya like it so much how ‘bout you sing?” the Devil suggest with a mischievous smile. He hums to himself, hums while gambling, hums while working on paperwork… He honestly never really thought about it before. “Eh I just like the sound of my own voice.” He responded nonchalantly. Everyone already quieted down to listen to the humming. “Hey Dice….why do ya always hum?” Mugman spoke up trying to distract the two from fighting. King Dice just ignores their immature bickering and starts shuffling up the cards. “Ah don't blame me for having actual skills.” Cuphead smugly said leaning back in his chair.Ĭuphead and the Devil then went back and forth in a heated fight about what are “actual skills” and poor Mugman was trying to break it up. “I swear if I hear you made a deal with another demon…” the Devil growled. That was the 21st time in a row and that can't just be pure luck. “Again? Really?!” King Dice slams his cards down. “Way to go bro!” his brother Mugman cheers. Customers come around night so there wasn't really anyone hanging out at the casino, so usually around this time the employees had free time to play a couple games themselves.
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