#wingsand--datapads

[snakehorns]

Go for a drink

wingsand--datapads

It had been weeks since Eros had been out where he had been found drunk in the park, ridiculed by younglings. Now however he was back in the saddle, where he felt most comfortable; except now he had a pair of wardens that were guarding him.

Serpent and Amadeus had come with him, Amadeus sitting with the heaviest drink he could find and Serpent with her low grade (and covered eye) then Eros, with a tiny, tiny little glass.

“Yo, can’t I get a bigger one?!” He muttered, holding up the miniscule glass.

“No, you need to learn to slow down.” His sister replied, looking over at the bar in interest, “this is a nice place.”

“PFFH, yeh right. No blackjack as far as the eye can see.” Eros downed his drink, putting his head down on the table in annoyance.

[schizo-scyphozoa]

❀ After finding a quiet spot at the dock, Freewire lowered herself down to sit at the edge, her feet just gracing the water. It scared some smaller fish, but the bigger ones were curious, simply swimming around and chasing after the vibrations she made.

Apex had been charged with babysitting duty, or was rather tricked into it by his older brother. Parvus, the turtle and the absolute youngest of the family, was building sand castles with Skiff. Skiff, however, wasn’t what he was supposed to be… The jellymech was supposed to be twenty-five feet tall, a teenager, a druggie artist with empty warehouses to paint over. Now, suddenly, he was a baby again.

One of Skiff’s friends had warned them about this. That there was a race of grey creatures that performed magic on people for no good reason. That was the only explanation to this: Apex’s little brother had been magicked by those freaks.

He was too distracted with his angered thoughts to notice that he was one kid short. Skiff had decided to wander off towards the dock, noticing something different was there. When he came close enough, he shouted up, “Hallo!”, waving an arm.

[saevusbellator]

❀ ❝ Sorry this place is packed fuller than a can of cyberfish. ❞ The femme apologized, approaching his booth from the thick crowd of patrons. Maybe it was just Freewire, but tonight seemed buisier than most nights. ❝ Can I get you anything? ❞

You can get your cute little aft away from here, so noone would be tempted to grab you and take you away all for themselves.

[[ I am so sorry, but your muse is so cute, I can’t hurt her! ]]

[snakehorns]

Out in the park [[wingsand--datapads]]

Another night out on the town and it had been quite a fun ride. Raided a few bars, few casinos and now he was out on his aft during the early morning in a park trying to gather himself.

It was not the first (and possibly not the last) time Eros had been sitting right here on the bench wasted with a dazed look, his optics having a hard time focusing on the passing bots. 

Now as the ray of light were thrown down upon the park, making the large mech groan. He guessed it was time to head home. if He could get up.

[iwillscanyounow-blog]

((Well excuse you anon. Looks like to me mr anon someone is a little green with envy. Or you're just too shy to talk to them or you're just an unpleasant person all together. Just delete the next message or click ignore on the anon Baymax-mun. While I haven't gotten to rp with you personally, your Baymax is incredibly adorable!))

OOC --;;

;A; ... thank you

[symphonicdemise]

wingsand--datapads replied to your photo “//somone needs to cut their post… ”

((Oh lordy noh the mobiles worst nightmare D: ))

//Some people just have no common courtesy. It's sad really.

[saevusbellator]

It was already pretty late at night, and Freewire really needed to head back to the apartment. After a night of clubbing she was exhausted, in the good way. She hoped her friend had a fantastic birthday party, after all they had known each other since they were younglings. Stretching the femme figured she'd take a shortcut home tonight, the sooner Freewire got home the better.

Lobe had spotted the femme the moment she went out of the doors. Clubs were good places to find a plaything for the night, and his huntings usually began at places like this. This young one seemed to be a good prey: sweet, pretty, innocent… maybe still selaed? Saevus smirked and walked closer to the femme:"Aren’t you afraid to walk alone, at this time of the night, young lady?" - he said, smiling kindly, like a gentlemech addressing to a femme he wanted to help.

[symphonicdemise]

Oh frag. He had no idea that the 'Con whom he had taken in six months prior was targeted by the DJD. Overspin didn't want to die, nor did he want to be thrown into the same group as that traitor. So what does he do? He runs. Very. Fast.

Tarn hated it when they ran. Of course it gave him an opportunity to transform, that was the only positive. And that is what he did. He sped up to the running bot. He transformed again when he was in range and placed a large hand on his shoulder then pulled him back and down to the ground. "Oh come now, if you've nothing to hide, why would you run?"