<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 | 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Destrian<br/><strong>Content:</strong> When you're the weird kid, hug it out</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Reese was sad. A sad girl, decked out in plaid and Velcro, on a fucking cool skateboard.<br/><br/>Not like ballin’ eyes out sad, or down right devastated, but <em>glum</em>. It had never dawned on the blonde mechanic that the Dragon Slayer’s might not <em>want</em> to share their magic with humans. Until just now, until just then at Catty-Wampus, they weren’t… concerned about the dragons at all. In fact, they had seemed so… <em>normal</em>, so un-humanly human. They wanted to talk to each other about social media, and new activities, and funny circumstances whereas Reese…<br/><br/>Out of all the questions Reese had, <em>none</em> were about everyday, Earthling life. Every single one was about how to save her city from utter and <em>absolute</em> <em>dragon</em> <em>destruction</em>. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the Dragon Slayers to save Raven City. It was more that she didn’t know <em>how</em> to ask for the aid of these incredible new superheroes without feeling… left out. It was her city, <em>her</em> problem, and all she could do was watch it burn from the sidelines.<br/><br/>Oh, and <em>find</em> Destrian. That was definitely <em>her</em> problem. All of Brett’s Dragon Slayers made it to dinner on time, and her’s did not. Like… she had failed without even trying, like she was on a different wavelength then everyone else at that table, and it… <em>The Dragon Slayer’s were safe now, that was what mattered, right?</em> There was a sharp sound within the air that the mechanic instantly recognized.<br/><br/>  “Fuck the universe…” Reese breathed into the Oriental District as a airplane flew overhead, too high in the setting sun to tell of its direction or its purpose. She wouldn’t be a pilot in this lifetime, and maybe not a hero either… But babysitter was even fucking worse than sidekick! Like ew, it even left a gnarly taste in her mouth. <em>Liaison, liaison, lia….</em>  Hold up. <em>Why did that group of kids have their phones out?</em> The mechanic twisted towards them on her skateboard, skating sideways down the street. <em>Were they filming her moping while she drifted on her wheels like a badass theme song to a retro television soap opera or was —  </em><br/><br/>“Holy motherfucking <em>shit</em>,” Reese hissed and then corrected herself, lifting her voice quite a few octaves so it squeaked like a valley girl, “Oh my gosh, Destrian, I’m totes glad to see you!” She leaned towards the Dragon Slayer as he ran at her from behind — from <em>behind</em>, with a facial covering, like in a mugging or assault or noir movie — barely keeping her feet on her skateboard. “Hey Destrian,” Reese wrinkled her pierced nose as he smelled burnt, just like a campfire, just like when he had murdered that motherfucking dragon who tried to eat her and the client’s Escalade, but wrapped her arms around his awkwardly taller torso all the same. “Hug me back, Dude, they think you’re attacking me,”  Reese breathed into him, side eyeing the cellphones that slowly dropped back into various pockets with relief. When they left — and thank <em>fuck</em> they did — Reese released the fiery dragon, and planted one foot on the pavement, next to her skateboard.<br/><br/>“Ya'll used your magic again.” The mechanic said in her normal voice, her pride rising to diminish her glumness. “I can smell it.” She flashed a wild grin at Destrian and raised her eyebrows knowingly. “Also…” <em>the other magical babysitter doesn’t like me much and his Dragon Slayers, although maybe more emotionally mature, are definitely super fucking secretive?</em> Now was not the time. Now was still in view of many cellphone cameras and… public transportation. Her grey eyes lit up with a different topic entirely. “Holy fuck dude, did you take the subway here? Bold choice after only bein’ in the city for two days. Took me a month before I even tried to ride that thing. Being underground is total <strong>mindfuckery</strong>. Respect.” Reese shoulder bumped him, as a form of recognition. Until she realized that Destrian looked… <em>scared</em>. Not in his face, he still had his motorcycle helmet on, but in his… everything else. His mannerisms, his fucking speed with which he ran at her, his burnt shoes. <em>Fuck</em>. Skateboard be dammed, that glittery sassy sexy hostess definitely wasn’t letting Destrian into Catty-Wampus without proper footwear. Although… “The rubber stayed.” The mechanic murmured, as her brain jumped around yet again. The rubber was important. She needed to remember that. She <em>would</em> remember that. The wide smile stayed on her face. “Your comrades can be… a lot, all at once. I should have brought us both a pair of headphones to meet them, huh?”<br/><br/>Reese was gonna have to fix Destrian's shoes first, but at least Tigger and Eeyore were together again.</span>