The sun was setting over Orchidia City, casting an orange glow over the bustling streets. Hyphen had taken on a seemingly simple quest from the ever-complaining Mitya Noran. With a grin on his face, Hyphen strolled towards Mitya's bar, eager to embrace the role of a troublemaker for a night.

Inside the dimly lit bar, Mitya sat at the counter, nursing a drink as he eagerly awaited the arrival of the self-proclaimed "bad publicity" specialist. Hyphen approached Mitya, who shot him a devious smile and wasted no time explaining his intentions.

"Enil's bar across the street has been stealing my customers for far too long," Mitya said, a hint of childish bitterness evident in his voice. "I want you to go over there and cause a ruckus, get his customers to flock to my bar for once."

Hyphen nodded, intrigued by the challenge. "Alright. Consider it done," he replied, already forming a plan in his mind. Which didn't involve Bepsiman this time - he was saving that for special moments.

Crossing the street to Enil's bar, Hyphen observed the lively scene inside. The place was packed with patrons enjoying their evening. Enil, the rival bar owner, stood behind the counter - his eyes scanning the crowd with a hint of pride.

Hyphen blended into the crowd, taking a moment to gauge the atmosphere before making his move. Spotting a group of people engrossed in a lively conversation, he decided to stir things up. He sauntered over, a playful glint in his eyes, and joined in on their discussion, quickly turning it into a loud debate.

As the minutes passed, Hyphen's antics escalated. He burst into an impromptu song, off-key but with plenty of enthusiasm, drawing both laughs and confused glances from the patrons. Next, he began to flirt shamelessly with anyone within earshot, much to the amusement of some and the annoyance of others.

Enil, behind the bar, looked more concerned than amused now. His eyes narrowed, realizing that this stranger was causing quite the stir, affecting his otherwise thriving business.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Hyphen continued his act until Enil approached him, a mix of irritation and curiosity on his face. "Alright, what's the meaning of all this?" Enil demanded.

Hyphen grinned cheekily. "Just thought I'd show your customers a bit of fun," he replied nonchalantly. "Maybe they'd like some change for a night."

Enil frowned - but the hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips. "You've had your fun. Now leave," he ordered, accepting defeat.

Hyphen shrugged and gave a theatrical bow. "As you wish, good sir," he said, feigning politeness before making his way back to Mitya's bar.

Back at Mitya's, he found the bar filled with laughter and chatter. The customers had indeed migrated from Enil's establishment, eager to continue the night's excitement. Mitya looked both satisfied and grateful as he approached Hyphen.

"Well done! You really know how to make an impact," Mitya praised, handing over the agreed-upon reward.

Hyphen chuckled. "It was a pleasure. Maybe next time, I can come up with something even better," he teased.

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