"How about you let me take over for a while? You have nothing to do, but I have a ton of things to handle," Richard's voice suddenly echoed in Charles's mind.
After a moment's thought, Charles cheerfully relinquished control of his body. He was curious to see what his other self would do in this situation.
The confused look on Charles's face was instantly replaced by an expression of exaggerated ecstasy. He pushed off the ground with both feet to soar into the air, then used a nearby worker's shoulder as a springboard to leap directly onto a roof.
Bounding across rooftops and over several streets, Richard dashed into a neon-lit bar—the largest in the port district, "Carnival Night."
He danced his way to the bar, pulled out Black Blade, and gently tapped a small metal bell on the counter. DING!
Everyone in the bar looked up curiously. Every patron knew what that sound meant.
"Folks, all drinks are on me tonight! Let's get wild!"
