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Post by Conway on Nov 13, 2011 21:09:22 GMT -5
Road sat himself at the edge of the nosy bunch that tends to follow YellowJacket around. he hadn't lost anything to the speedster lately and he was in a good mood. It seemed like a good time to harass him. But he starts on the outskirts ordering himself a drink and listening in on what the conversation and boasts of then night are before he can find something to rag on the yellow bot about.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 14, 2011 0:39:12 GMT -5
Yellowjacket holds bright neon court that night, his cluster of friends and that lurking green shadow of his well into the swing of their drinks. Their conversation is bright and snappy, Jack laughing and then leaning in with a story. It seems he's boasting his latest attempt at a conquest, a sexy small bot with hips out to here, he says with his hands apart, and she'd been giving him eyes lately. He seemed rather pleased about getting her attention, as she was a busy femme who worked part of a local energon supply chain and made good credits doing it.
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Post by Conway on Nov 14, 2011 1:09:20 GMT -5
His lips curl up, catching something he can throw back at Jack. It's nothing really , but it'll get him started. Maybe he'll even wanna take it outside. So Roads voice lifts a little above the chatter. "S'tha matter, you need a girl makin credits for you. S'posed to be the other way around yanno?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 14, 2011 2:19:14 GMT -5
The chatter pauses, and Jack hauls himself up on the elbow he'd casually leaned against the bar to squint at the direction Road's comment came from. As the sound of the voice slowly matched the face his eyes latched on to, he scowled, hooking his thumbs into his pockets as he titled back his head. "Makin' credits for me? What do you take me for, huh?? I make enough money beating your sorry aft!"
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Post by Conway on Nov 14, 2011 2:24:44 GMT -5
"Then why care what she makes? and we've only raced once, you can't have made that much off it." He chuckles, his smile reaching his eyes. "You wouldn't be so lucky in a ring."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 14, 2011 5:00:03 GMT -5
"Well in my ring, I kick your aft!" Jack shouts back, easily riled. "She's a classy femme, so step off."
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Post by Conway on Nov 15, 2011 1:09:40 GMT -5
"I didn't say she wasn't." Road leans back on the bar, eyeing Jack up. "...you on the other hand."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 15, 2011 2:32:59 GMT -5
Jack leaned back and eyed Road right back up, gaze running up, down, and up again, and he humphed. "I'm classier than you. You couldn't get tail if you fell into a pile of desperate femmes."
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Post by Conway on Nov 16, 2011 1:53:52 GMT -5
Road smirks, he's never considered himself any form of classy to begin with. "I wouldn't I guess, I don't go for the desperates."
While they carry on someone new has entered the bar, all legs and curves in short boots, a short jacket and tight pants. She'll avoid the little gathering around them and lean forward onto the bar a little ways down to order a drink and ask the barkeep a question. Whatever answer she gets is accompanied by a nod of the head towards the grouping.
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 2, 2011 0:24:24 GMT -5
"You sayin' that the only femme'd look at me is one desperate? You really saying that??" Jack demanded, slamming his beer down on the counter next to him. The energon sloshed and threatened to leap out of theglass, but barely missed.
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Post by Conway on Dec 2, 2011 0:33:58 GMT -5
" Did I say that? I don't think I did. How should I know your tastes? " He wrinkles his nose as he turns away from Jack to knock back some of his own drink, as if the thought of what Jack must like in a girl was displeasing to him.
Meanwhile the new occupant of the bar was taking her time to assess the group, leaning on the bar, sipping her drink, and casting glances in their direction.
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 2, 2011 0:50:13 GMT -5
"Well good! Good, you better not be." He leaned back on te counter, kicking one foot out to hook it around his ankle and toss back his head. A haughty challenge. "'Sides, I bet I have better taste then you. Who are you to go sayin' anything about me when you haven't ever had any tail that I know about.... man, on second thought, I don't think I even wanna know."
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Post by Conway on Dec 2, 2011 0:57:32 GMT -5
Road give him an incredulous look, his beer set back down lightly on the counter to be tipped back and forth in his fingers. "Why the frag would I tell you something like that!?" He really can't believe this guy sometimes, but at least he makes him feel better about himself...
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 2, 2011 1:18:09 GMT -5
"I ain't even heard a rumour," Jack huffed. "That's what I call pathetic."
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Post by Conway on Dec 2, 2011 1:22:35 GMT -5
His bottle is released, wobbling a little but settling upright. "The hell, you think I would go around talking about it? Just cause I ain't Broadcasting doesn't mean I'm not getting any!"
Well it doesn't seem like they're going to settle down anytime soon, now'll be as good a time as any. her glass was lifted with delicate fingers to come along with her. Still giving the boys a look over as she came up on them. " Could I interrupt you boys?"
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