<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323156.msg15530221#msg15530221">Quote from: Idlewyld on 29-07-2020, 18:33:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ny2tFm2.png)</div>Name: Dana McQuarie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323155.msg15513548#msg15513548)<br/>Wearing: Little Black Dress<br/>Tagging: Desiree "Coyote" Kyota, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"You get used to it." Dana knocked down her cheap whiskey with one gulp, a happy exhalation full of fire, and slammed her shot glass down with one hard slam and two quick rebounds. "Next time, why don't you just get the address and follow the map on your phone?" She continued fiddling with her glass, a quick tap then a longer one, followed by another long and a short one. Then she shrugged and added, or just put a homing beacon on her. It works for mountain lions, so why not your friend?" The glass clicked again, keeping the long-short cadence for two more beats.<br/><br/>Putting down the glass with another quick tap, Dana then spun the bar stool a few times before unsteadily coming to a halt. "Ooh... Dizzy. Probably should have stopped before that. Anyway, besides going out on the town with bizarre rebus puzzles from your friend for directions, what do you usually do on a weekend Coyote?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><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.