<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323156.msg15524044#msg15524044">Quote from: Idlewyld on 25-07-2020, 18:13:08</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/>Dana fairly jumped at the ringtone, and observed Coyote's obvious distress at the exchange, though she did not have the vantage point to read what were written in the texts themselves. But she could hazard some guesses given the sudden disappearance of the silver-haired eccentric's happy-go-lucky attitude. And why she thought company and alcohol may be the cure to her current worries.<br/><br/>"Yeah - drinks - I like those." As if that wasn't apparent given Dana's already heavy state of current inebriation. Then again, had Coyote suggested skydiving, Dana probably would have given it serious consideration.<br/><br/>Bars were plentiful around here, so it was just a matter of pick and choose. "How about that one?" The Monstrosity of Madison avenue pointed to a blinking neon sign indicating, <em>The Merry Goatherd.</em> "It looks promising."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><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>TAGGING:</strong> Dana McQuarie, Open<br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>"That'll do," Coyote said as she attempted to grab Dana's hand and lead her across the street.  Well, she'd be leading in either case, given the determined pace she's going at.  Her grip is firm, but her hands are soft, with long, slender fingers.  If Dana got a potent enough whiff o the pheromones lingering around the cafe, it might be enough to distract her from all the cars coming to an abrupt stop to avoid hitting them as they crossed.  The way she plowed across the street, it wouldn't be surprising if she'd simply knock the car out of the way if it did.  Nothing short of a locked door or a smiling hostess was going to keep her from barging in and plopping right down on the nearest empty seat at the bar.