Akechi paused, staring into the empty bottom of his cup. Damn. "That and audience reception. But the sort of crowd that comes to an open talent night isn't likely to be full of assholes, so there's that, at least. Plus, Emet-Selch owns the venue?" He quirked an eyebrow at the older man, questioning.
"So he can alway throw hecklers to the curb, if he's so inclined."
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"So he can alway throw hecklers to the curb, if he's so inclined."