<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323156.msg15531337#msg15531337">Quote from: Avernale on 30-07-2020, 07:49:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cdb754f7-9296-44d1-866d-02a8ed5542db/ddz03tf-de0660ba-02ae-4245-adc4-0d12b4fa4b2c.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1150,q_80,strp/coyote_double_peace_signs_from_eleoyasha_by_avernale_ddz03tf-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMTUwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvY2RiNzU0ZjctOTI5Ni00NGQxLTg2NmQtMDJhOGVkNTU0MmRiXC9kZHowM3RmLWRlMDY2MGJhLTAyYWUtNDI0NS1hZGM0LTBkMTJiNGZhNGIyYy5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTAyNCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.EFkTJcuV-1JsDcRnoaBUWMP5XZcJyYBjtr43ma9MWvM)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Desiree "Coyote" Kyota (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323155.msg15513495#msg15513495)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured (credit to Eleoyasha on DeviantArt (https://www.deviantart.com/eleoyasha))<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Merry Goatherd (bar)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dana McQuarie, Open<br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>"Believe it or not, she forgot the address," Coyote explained.  "She's aces when it comes to finding places.  Never gets lost or anything.  So, naturally, she thinks she gives directions just as well.  And she's always wrong."  She leaned against the bar and sighed.  "We were actually supposed to meet up at her place so we could go together, but I had a thing that ran late.  When I got there, there was a map on the door and a note saying to meet her at the club. I was in a hurry, so I figured maybe she'd gotten better at it, but if anything this is the worst map she's ever drawn."<br/><br/>Coyote watched Dana spin.  Maybe it was the booze, but it made Coyote a little dizzy, too.  Meanwhile, another patron sitting nearby got up and walked over to the jukebox.<br/><br/>"Well..." Coyote propped her head up on one arm, playing with her glass with the other hand.  A big band swing number soon played over the bar's PA system.  "I've been hanging out in video arcades a lot lately, and I watch movies sometimes." The clinking of ice in the glass vaguely matched the cadence of the song. "Been reading a lot of manga, too."  She set down the glass and raised her head a little so the hand that was propping it up could start snapping to the beat.  "And, of course, sometimes we hit the clubs and go dancing."<br/><br/>Coyote stopped snapping and glanced over at the jukebox.  The patron that had fed it had been joined by another, and the two engaged in what was probably supposed to be dancing if they were sober and more coordinated.  She turned back to Dana with a mischievous smile.<br/><br/>"You wanna dance?" she asked.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ny2tFm2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dana McQuarie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323155.msg15513548#msg15513548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Little Black Dress<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Merry Goatherd (bar)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree "Coyote" Kyota, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Ah yes - people who think that knowing one thing means that they know everything else. I know the type well..." Too well. Dana had made it a point to run away from a set of jerks exactly like that - probably more like that than Coyote's friend. But that was a story for another night.<br/><br/>Which was good because it was then that the music started roaring up. And though she seemed surprised at the invitation, she was quick to take Coyote up on her offer. "OK, why not? Let's trip over the light fantastic." She took the silver-haired mystery by the hand, and soon they were box stepping to the beat.<br/><br/>Well sort of - remember that Dana was on her eighth drink by this time. So the box was more like a bizarre irregular umpteenoogiegon or some shape like that. And Coyote was her main source of support. "Sorry if I'm leaning a little on ya much here."<br/>