As Vinny is surveying the room, you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your jaw and your head recoils back. As you rub your face, you look forward and notice a young caucasian man wearing skinny jeans, brown loafers, a button down shirt with loosened brown necktie and black sweater vest over the shirt and tie. He has a slightly more grown 5 o'clock shadow on his face and his hair geled to the side. He most likely came from work you assume. He's probably in his mid 20s, and has an angry scowl on his face. He is already in the process of being restrained by Tony, who looks ready to brawl if he needs to.
You look over and see Vinny with a firey glint in his eyes, before calming down and a smirk crossing his face. He comes over to you and caresses you cheek.
"You alright Marco? That was one mean slug he gave you."
You nod in response. "I'll be al-" You wince as it stings to talk, the guy having clocked you quite hard.
Vinny's demeanor changes slightly as he sees how much pain you're in. That guy is about to have one hell of a time now you guess.
Vinny spins around effortlessly on his heels and walks straight over to the man, who's look of anger hasn't diminished yet.
"Do you know who I am young man?" Vinny asks him.
"No, and I dont give a damn who you are, you preppy suit boy. Those were my friends up on that stage, and Aimi was my girlfriend! I dont know what kind of voodoo you did to them, but change them back right now!" He demands with a sneer.
Vinny raises an eyebrow at this, but keeps the smirk. He looks around at your group. "See boys? This was part of my plan. While alot of the audience's memories were altered wi th the band's upgrade, I did leave some with the original memories. I figured it'd be more fun this way." He glances back at the man again. "Im Vincent Fontano, but call my Vinny. What's your name young man?"
"Beau. Beau Bayerl you slimeball. And Im not afraid of you."
"Oh but you should be. You see," Vinny leans in close to Beau's face. "I can be reeaal persuasive when I want." He stands back up straight and plays with the keys in his hands. "Well boys, what do we do with our young friend Mr. Beau here?" Vinny asks. As he talks, Beau's face seems to be mixed with more fear than anger now as he looks around nervously.