Phew.

( He mimes wiping off sweat from his forehead, immediately reaching for his drink to take several desperate gulps of it. It's not that he's unused to accidental trouble it's just that he's been trying really hard to avoid it lately and if he gets chased out of the club then all of his hard work will be for naught. He likes his winning streak. )

Okay, okay good. Because like, I spooked so many people. ( He did not. He has been very silly about it. The majority of his victims have just laughed. ) Anyway, hi. I'm Vash. Not actually a cowboy. Or a ghost.

( A pause when he remembers half the costume is missing. )

I had a sheet. I had to give it to a girl who spilled her drink though, so the ghost of the wild west lives no longer.