Nightlife
Mike's hands drop in stages. They started high, like he was taught in that hand-to-hand combat class. Peekaboo style. Knuckles practically touching his cheeks, His chin tucked, his eyes barely visible over the the knotted, ground and healed and ground and healed and ground and healed calcified joints at the base of his digits.

'Wait, which one are you?'

His hands lower. Elbows still bent, his fists down around his chin level, which was no longer tucked. Confusion beginning to set in on his face.

'...You don't like the bleach and mohawk?'

Rock-em-sock-em robot. The bend on his elbows now only at about half-tense. His ability to throw a punch like this would be lazy, even by armchair-pugilists.

'lil sister Saddie?'

Fists still clench, his arms lose their strength, hands swinging like pendulums as he drops them, as they come to rest loose, at his sides.

'Who's the boy?'

His face turns into a sneer, again. His teeth bare, his breath a wheeze. He points a long, skinny finger at you. Accusatory

"Did you say 'Saddie'?

—Like 'Sad-y'?"

Head turning from MILLIE to Saddie. Saddie the Baddie.

I'm thinking I could use some. Might take my life in a facinating new direction.

"Awww. I love your avi too, Sis."

Smiles.

"Why do you ask?"

Querks her brow in return.

That's a really good avi of you btw Seven. Love it!

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I'm good sweetie. You still puffing the herb?

Querks an eyebrow and smiles

"Awww! Thank you for watering dear Frank! I mean, Fred."

Ahem.

Darn right, it's a bold decision! She breaks out the cuffs and smiles, putting them on herself for now.

"How are you, dear Sister?"

Smiles.

Goes over to Fred the tickle plant and waters him.

Makes a bold decision to hang out with you.

Hangs out in here for a few.

Nightlife

South Town
"How do... you know... her name?"

In between wheezing breaths, Mike talked with his eyes still shut.

"Her name is just like your—"

His eyes open, and he realizes that it is not MILLIE talking, but this Serving girl.

He hasn't been struck in the head, but right now his confusion has him running a hand up over his his skull to check for blood.

He rolls off of MILLIE, his breath still coming in a staccato gasp. Like he constantly can't believe what he is seeing. Onto his knees, Then one socked foot, and then the extension of his leg. The Cybernetic joins the other and he forces a harsh breath outward.

Putting his fists up again.

"I don't know who you are, but if you also know the Mox, could you get me into Lizzie's Gratis because their rates are insane."

You could consider that his 'I can do this all day.'

Nightlife

Nightlife
"Mike!" gasped MILLIE as the whirling tangle of bodies made it hard for her to try and pick out some way that she was going to contribute rather than become an additional liability.

…only to fail miserably as Mike came flying, ass-first and upside-down, into her suddenly-frozen posture, like she didn't know which way to get out of the way in, just utterly useless after a few drinks and a belly full of expensive Japanese fare.

She landed in a tangle, nose-blood all over both herself and her new beau, wheezing along with him on the floor.

South Town
Well, conventionally, Weight classes are a thing.

Mike, suddenly feeling pressure on his hips and stomach, fights to keep his dinner down as he suddenly feels the world turning upside down.

WHEEEZE

He remarks in disbelief as the serving girl, doing a different kind of serving, launches him over her head.
His eyes close to help his inner ear and his equilibrium from going completely cattywampus, And whether MILLIE was quick enough or too slow, Mike had no say in the matter.

He either slams into her ass-first, or finishes the Tomoe-Nage demonstration and lands hard on his back.

If there was any wind left in his chest, it was jettisoned in the same moment his spine aligned with the tatami-mats.

Wheeze!, Mike says, incredulously.

South Town
Well, conventionally, Weight classes are a thing.

Mike, suddenly feeling pressure on his hips and stomach, fights to keep his dinner down as he suddenly feels the world turning upside down.

WHEEEZE

He remarks in disbelief as the serving girl, doing a different kind of serving, launches him over her head.
His eyes close to help his inner ear and his equilibrium from going completely cattywampus, And whether MILLIE was quick enough or too slow, Mike had no say in the matter.

He either slams into her ass-first, or finishes the Tomoe-Nagai demonstration and lands hard on his back.

If there was any wind left in his chest, it was jettisoned in the same moment his spine aligned with the tatami-mats.

Wheeze!, Mike says, incredulously.

Mr. Ranger collared Boo-boo