As it turned out, Dempsey had absolutely no idea what he was doing with the stains either. Ahn-Bo waved away the offer with a grin. He didn't have any plans to take the man up on the offer. The sentiment itself was appreciated. Besides, there were plenty of shirts just like it back in the wardrobe at the manor, all with an equally miserable amount of buttons. It did leave him with a more immediate predicament, however. It wasn't as if the club had a shop of ready-made replacement shirts he could browse through.

"If I stay like this for the evening," he rang his shirt out and grinned at Dempsey, "Will they have me up on stage thinking I'm one of the acts?" Not that it sounded like a particularly terrible time, but there were far better options available. He held the shirt up to inspect his work. Somehow, he'd made it even worse. Now the green was everywhere in strange splotches, rather than just near the front.