<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323156.msg15523009#msg15523009">Quote from: Idlewyld on 24-07-2020, 21:22:44</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, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dana was expecting the peck but felt herself warm a little just the same. What she wasn't expecting was what went on inside. She had heard this place was supposed to be discreet. <br/><br/>The people here were definitely <em>not</em> being discreet right now. And that made Dana, for whom discretion was an art form and more, a bit skittish. "You know, Coyote, maybe we should check out some of the <em>other</em> places around here. They may be, you know, a bit... quieter.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><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>TAGGING:</strong> Dana McQuarie, Open<br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>"Whoa," Coyote said when she got an eyeful of what was going on inside the cafe.  Now<em>that's</em>a party.  She could practically feel the heat oozing from the storefront.  It penetrated her senses, flowing deep into her body, and spreading into her most intimate crevasses.  Yeah, okay,<em>that</em>wasn't normal.  She had run into a enough supernatural perversion to recognize paranormal activity when she saw it.  "Yeah, this is<em>definitely</em>not the place.  Let's go."<br/><br/>There was an immediate sense of relief as she left the aura hanging over the establishment mere feet later.  The tension had noticeably ebbed, but the effects still lingered like hunger from smelling the scent of food wafting from a kitchen.  Nothing that immediately demanded her attention, though.<br/><br/>A sudden, anguished scream (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FHw2aItRlw) from her skirt pocket made her stop in her tracks.  She pulled out her phone and opened the messaging app.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Text Conversation</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">Bitch were u at?</div><div style="text-align: right;">Kamurocho u?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bitch what u doin on the opposite side of town?</div><div style="text-align: right;">Following the the stupid map u gave me</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bitch aint nothing wrong w my map u have no sense of direction</div><div style="text-align: right;">My sense of direction is fine u suck at giving directions</div><div style="text-align: left;">Your mama sucks at directions</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>You are composing a message</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Your friend is composing a message</em></div></div></div></div><br/>Coyote's face turned beet red as her thumbs rapidly hammered away at the phone's screen, not even pausing as further messages were received.  She glared at the screen with vivid intensity, her hands gripping the phone so tightly she could have broken it in half.  Eventually, she just clapped her hands together, sandwiching the phone between them.  She pressed them together for a moment before putting the phone back in her pocket.  An interesting way to "Hang up" on someone.<br/><br/>She turned to Dana, her lips curling back and her eyes squinting in a way that may have meant to be friendly but failed to hide the twitching of her left eyebrow.  "Hey, Dana, how about we get a drink?"