Post by Risa on Jun 28, 2020 20:36:52 GMT
Nines
A certain deranged femme stared up at the sunset yellow sign of the bar. This bar was situated in an odd location to say the least. It was on the outskirts of Iacon rather than the inner city where she had previously been searching. It was a modest building to say the least, a little rundown if you asked her. She had been to plenty of bars, and this one had to be the most reclusive yet. The Rusty Goblet, eh? She thought to herself as she hung around the entrance. How quaint.
Risa had been in a much as of late. Her thoughts had become overrun with old memories she had tried her hardest to forget. No matter how much high grade she chugged, or how much laughing gas she had accident,y spilled into the streets, nothing could get her mind of the memories. Oh, remember how they screamed? Remember that Jessie? Placing a servo on the side of her helm she violently shook, hopefully if she racked her helm enough her processor would stop working. No. No I need this. The femme’s grimace turned into a grin. A mind to pick apart and spit in. Taking a step inside she was greeted with the faint echo of music and stairs. She could practically smell the high grade from here. She watched with amusement as a mech stumbled past her, no doubt the poor sap had too much to drink. Tsk, tsk. Lightweights.
“Hehe, bartender I’ll have what he’s having!”
The interior was much nicer than the bar’s exterior. A dance floor that was shockingly large, though she noticed little contraptions along the sides for organics to toil around. She snickered at the the thought of organics sharing a dance floor with someone like her. Though her optics widened as they landed on a Familar mech.
“Long time no see Doc.” She greeted as she stood a good ways away. “I’m glad I finally found you, see, I think I’m coming down with somethin’. Figured you could help me with it, what do ya say?”
A certain deranged femme stared up at the sunset yellow sign of the bar. This bar was situated in an odd location to say the least. It was on the outskirts of Iacon rather than the inner city where she had previously been searching. It was a modest building to say the least, a little rundown if you asked her. She had been to plenty of bars, and this one had to be the most reclusive yet. The Rusty Goblet, eh? She thought to herself as she hung around the entrance. How quaint.
Risa had been in a much as of late. Her thoughts had become overrun with old memories she had tried her hardest to forget. No matter how much high grade she chugged, or how much laughing gas she had accident,y spilled into the streets, nothing could get her mind of the memories. Oh, remember how they screamed? Remember that Jessie? Placing a servo on the side of her helm she violently shook, hopefully if she racked her helm enough her processor would stop working. No. No I need this. The femme’s grimace turned into a grin. A mind to pick apart and spit in. Taking a step inside she was greeted with the faint echo of music and stairs. She could practically smell the high grade from here. She watched with amusement as a mech stumbled past her, no doubt the poor sap had too much to drink. Tsk, tsk. Lightweights.
“Hehe, bartender I’ll have what he’s having!”
The interior was much nicer than the bar’s exterior. A dance floor that was shockingly large, though she noticed little contraptions along the sides for organics to toil around. She snickered at the the thought of organics sharing a dance floor with someone like her. Though her optics widened as they landed on a Familar mech.
“Long time no see Doc.” She greeted as she stood a good ways away. “I’m glad I finally found you, see, I think I’m coming down with somethin’. Figured you could help me with it, what do ya say?”