<div class="floatleft">(https://www.reservoir-media.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/SWFT-3-jpg-version-sq.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Orange plaid button-up, jeans, dirty cream converse. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/aa/20/31aa20a56318fe7521c4b3520bd5e9bf.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050 | 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill | Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cool and The Gang<br/><strong>Content:</strong> All the cool girls skateboard ya'll</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The yellow wheels of her skateboard <em>whirled</em> down the glowing, evening side-streets of the Oriental District as Reese rode it to Catty-Wampus. She’d been to their food truck before, as it was <em>uno</em>, fucking delicious, and <em>duo</em>, it hopped around the city as much as she did. But she’d never been to the actual restaurant. The skateboard, while (hopefully) cool, was also a solution to many of her problems.<br/><br/>If she got drunk, she didn’t have to leave a vehicle behind. <br/><br/>If she ran into trouble, she could… bargain with it, somehow.<br/><br/>And if the other Dragon Slayer’s weren’t apt for conversation and wanted to learn a new trick, she could break the ice with an ollie. Though Reese had many things she wanted to converse about. Fuck, she probably shoulda made a list. Or two. <br/><br/><em>Magnets.</em> Were the Dragon Slayers as magnetic as she suspected? Magical portals could hypothetically go anywhere, at least according to Hollywood and yet they all ended up here, in the same city, on the same Earth, in the same timeline. And she had met three of them within twenty-four hours, within blocks of her loft. That seemed… to matter. Like there was some magical, inner workings that she didn’t quite get yet. But she would, eventually. She was determined to. If she had to deal with motherfucking dragons, she at least wanted to learn something useful… Like, now that the Dragon Slayers were together again, were they gonna stay in Raven City? Or was another mystical portal gonna open up? And if it did, would she go inside of it too?<br/><br/>Reese skidded through the doors of the Catty-Wampus restaurant on her skateboard a bit too fast, tripped over the lip of the door, and almost ended up on her ass in front of the hostess. “Fuck, sorry, <em>so</em> sorry, really shoulda gotten off before I went through the doorway, huh?” One hand ran over the back of her neck awkwardly, while the other caught her skateboard in one hand and hide it behind her back like a <em>proper</em> adult lady. The hostess eyed her with glittering makeup and flawless fake eyelashes that made Reese fucking blush. God damn it. “Yeah, sorry, again, but I’m the one who called ahead for a more secluded table for a strange group of folks…”<br/><br/>  There were <em>eight</em> people in Reese’s family growing up. You always called ahead, for two reasons. One, you would never get one table for <em>eight</em>, and two, eight people never got outta the house at the same time. Though, Reese really thought tonight’s meal would just end up bein’ her, Dekado, Olena and Destrian. But then again… <em>magnets</em>. Strange forces in the universe. <br/><br/>  And <em>there</em> was the look of familiar annoyance, this time from the hostess. <em>Obviously, Reese should not have brought a skateboard into a nice restaurant.</em> She also probably shoulda dressed up rather than jeans and a plaid shirt, but hey, if a dragon appeared she wanted to be able to run, or hide, or fucking do something. The admittedly cute hostess didn’t appear to care about Dragons. Weird times, man, weird times. “Oh <em>good</em>." <br/><br/>The mechanic <em>beamed</em> with glee as the table was not only big, and in the quieter back, but also full of other… people. And some she didn’t even <em>recognize</em> — which meant <em>magnets</em>, and magic, and multitudes  of possibilities. “Yo, uh, <em>everyone</em>, I’m Reese,” her name was interrupted by the sound of Velcro as she removed her elbow pads, “and oh, a round of sparkling water please, and a tequila shot for me.” Reese collapsed in a chair next to Brett, swinging her skateboard into her lap.<br/><br/>  “Dudes,” the mechanic then wasted no fucking time, resting her hands on the big table and leaning in close, her many ear piercings glinting in the lights of Catty-Wampus, “just gotta say up front, I didn’t see a single motherfucking dragon on the way here, so we should be cool for a little bit.” Her eyebrows arched with a knowing nod.</span>