Post by lvsphinx on May 19, 2024 12:11:33 GMT
"Bwahaha, this shit is the best!"
Kristine laughed aloud to herself as she danced in the middle of a large living room in a sprawling estate, the impromptu dance floor crowded with dancers. She did her best mirroring a dancing Sudowoodo's movements as a rap song played, a spiked energy drink in her hand and a marijuana joint between her lips. She didn't use, or need, anything other than alcohol and weed to unwind, reserving the rest of her chems for clients only. After all, she followed a golden rule: Don't high off your own supply. Kristine drew in a deep drag of her joint, closing her eyes as smoke filled her lungs. Seconds later, twin plumes of smoke left her nostrils, temporarily obscuring the view between her and her Pokémon dance partner.
Once the song ended, Kristine clapped the Sudowoodo on the back before heading upstairs to find a balcony, almost deciding to take a bathroom break until walking into a bathroom to find an Inkling puking her guts out into a toilet, her friend holding back her tentacles. Sighing to herself, she simply moved on and headed out onto a balcony, ignoring a couple already there and having a conversation to the side.
Kristine drew in another deep drag of her joint, feeling her mind accelerate a little bit faster than she would like. She drained the last of her drink and crushed the can, tossing it into a nearby bin. With her other hand, she rustled her pocket, feeling the fistful of coins Roy the Koopaling gave her earlier that night for a small Jet deal. Kristine wasn't doing bulk deals or sales tonight; she was merely selling party goodies for tonight and making connections for the future. For some reason, something told her that fostering a relationship with one of "Bowser's Koopalings" was a good investment of time.
Her gaze drifted downwards to the backyard below, a large expanse of grass with a large pool and wide garden maze. Near the pool, a large circle of people had gathered around two figures, both circling the other in the midst of the crowd. One of them was a muscular blond man with broken handcuffs. The other was more distinctive, wearing a chicken head and letterman jacket, armed with a baseball bat. The blond sidestepped slowly, until darting forward with a raised guard. The chicken-headed stranger swung his bat, which the blond evaded by ducking under the swing, delivering a solid straight punch into this opponent's solar plexus. The man in the jacket staggered after the powerful blow, but recovered almost immediately with a furious overhead swing.
"Fuck yeah, this fight is as good as a Pokémon battle," she commented, smirking to herself as she puffed more smoke.
