shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-the frown intensifies. we are reaching frownception. the frownocalypse. frowngate-

 

I'M JUST A POLICE OFFICER, WE DON'T GET PAYED ENOUGH TO AFFORD A RIDICULOUS TAB LIKE THAT!

 

-ears lay flat against her head-

A cop.

 

Yup, Brad too! I carry my stun gun with me at all times!
[Max pulls a giant stun gun out of her sundress and fires it in a random direction as demonstration]

 

OWW MY SPINE

 

-barks loudly in shock and growls at the cop as she turns into her smaller form. now just a fox her tail is up. her fur on end. sounds like an engine trying to start. and by god are those little blue flames? lots of them all around her.-

 

What the fuck is happening?!?
[Max starts to run the fuck away]

 

-she watches the cop run off. she waits a bit before raising her ears again. the flames blink out of existence. damned lawmen-

 

It was an accident!

 

F-FUCKING S-SHITCURITY
*groans of pain*

 

Let's be a bit less clumsy. Hrmm.

-sits herself down-

 

Clumsiness is my middle name, unfortunately.

 

Shame.

 

[Dom smiles.]

 

Vic walks in, all butch today, black military-style shirt, black jeans, black shabby boots, black baseball cap worn backwards with FUCK OFF in white above the bill.

"German fucking engineering brilliance my ass," she grumbles. "I need a fucking drink."

One appears in her hand; it's a pink thing in a martini glass with a goddamn tiny umbrella in it.

"Not that."

A bottle of beer replaces it. She studies the label and exclaims "Fuck no, I'd need to be drunk to stand that shit."

A bottle of tequila replaces it.

"That's more like it. A glass too, please?"

One of those appears on a table that also appears. She grins, pours herself a shot, and then tastes it gingerly; passing muster, the rest vanishes quickly.

She then proceeds to get drunk, by herself, shot after shot. Just looking ahead.

 

Bianca drops her jaw in a threat yawn. She likes Reed and this is upsetting her.

She strongly considers biting Itch, but...Itch smells so bad, Bianca doesn't want to know what she would taste like.

 

Bianca stares. That is a strange noise coming from the mouth of a two-legged person. Only a fox should be making it.

 

You're an Itch, not an "anyone else," of course.

 

do the shuffle!

 

(Apostasia materializes sitting on a crate, with a mechanical something she's working on across her legs. She appears to be in a distinctly good mood, and is whistling.)