>Ask your party if anyone could play the piano in the Saloon, while you play cards.

"Hey guys, whos good at playing the piano? you ask.
Peter lifts an eyebrow. "Wow, you sure are trying to look like the gambling barfly aren't you?"
"Well? It at least sets the mood." You say in a begging voice
"*Sigh* fine. I'll chew on the piano strings for a while." Peter grumbles as he heads over to the piano.

Hotshoe hiccups and burps at the same time the sound resonates through the bar.
Darryl starts a accusing match with the entire bar over who dismantled his chair. I think a barfight is about to happen...

You get back to your game. The betting squirrel slams his hands on the table

"NEWRULE!Thepersoncapibleofsingingyankeedoodleatthe highestpitchwinsthepot!"

Hoo boy. Maybe Rob can help you there. it seems like a easy way out...