"Hardly an empty gesture my friend." Vinny replies, watching with a renewed smirk on his face.
"Huh?" Karl looks down at himself to see his leather jacket and tshirt morph and melt together in a blur, much like the one that engulfed you earlier that day. The shirt tucks itself into his pants and a row buttons appear down the center, and the sleeves lengthen down his arms, turning into a crisp and freshly pressed dress shirt, complete with gold cufflinks. The jacket reforms into an exquisite looking dark three piece suit, complete with a golden colored necktie and matching pocket silk.
His pants and shoes are next to change, as his grungy looking shorts morph to fit his body more and lengthen into just as sharp dress slacks. His combat boots melt into a blur, reforming into a pair of two-toned wingtip shoes, much like the ones the jazz ensemble are wearing, except of a higher level.
"What the hell?? Why am I wearing a damn monkey suit now?" Karl spits angrily.
"Shhh, it'll all make sense in a jiffy. Jus' let the changes wash over you. Relax." Vinny says in a soothing voice.
Karl raises a fist to swing at Vinny, but stops as he notices his arm. It seems to be reshaping, filling out more, but with muscle instead of fat now. In fact, his entire body seems to be trimming down and being replaced with muscle. Nowhere near the level of your crew, but enough for people to notice he worked on his looks. In addition to this, his entire body seems to be aging backwards from his old age, regaining a more youthful sheen and tightness. You'd say that he looked to be in about his late 30s or early 40s, but still attractive. His height also shot up a couple feet, from his original 4ft to 6ft. His greyimg hair turn dark, and his bushy beard retracted into his face, leaving a bushy, yet clearly expertly trimmed moustache above his upper lip.
"Nice, but it could use a couple last things boss." Frank nods in approvement, giving the new man a quick look over.
As if on cue, the nametag affixed to Karl's lapel shimmered for a second, then stopped, revealing the new writing etched into it, reading "CLARENCE", underneath it reading "OWNER". A golden pocket watch appeared inside his vest pocket, the chain draping out and to the other side. Finally, a trillby adorned itself on top of Clarence's newly trimmed and slicked back head of hair.
"Clarence, how are you old chap?" Vinny chuckles, fixing his own tie with a gloved hand.
"Im not Clarence! My name's......" Karl's eyes glazed over for a second, then cleared up as his old life was replaced with his new identity as Clarence Mollins, the owner and subsequent manager of his jazz club. "...Clarence." He nods and smiles at Vinny as if theyve known each other for a good time. "Good to see you and your boys again Vincent my boy."
"Likewise Clarence. Your establishment is a personal favorite of ours."
Clarence bowed and claspes his hands together. "Anything for you Vincent. As my most valued customers, I'm more than happy to accomodate you and the boys here."
"All in a day's work." Vinny tips his hat and surveyed the scene, as if looking for his next subject to help out.