Bozo

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

you can go outside and put the broken shards back together.

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Nothing some rope and duck tape can't fix.

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Lol stole drink gg no re

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Blade nodded as Scott signed for his parcel, tucking the device into his frontmost pocket and turning away. He hoped that the man enjoyed his new mixer set, the titanium plating on that was much better than the glass he seemed to be using now. Regardless, Blade knew that he was no bartender, unskilled in the ways of mixology and alcohol. He just drank the stuff, after all.

Despite being offered a drink, Blade denied it, instead opting to snatch the drink that a certain blonde haired girl had been sipping on. Girls got free drinks all the time, and since he was having a bad night, it would make someone else's drink that much more delicious. He glanced at the tall individual standing next to her, a quick glance to their borderline feminine features giving him all the evidence he needed.

Girls loving girls, huh? City’s changed.

He stepped outside, flipping up his visor and downing the more or less drink in one fluid motion. It was watered down severely by all the ice, causing the Biker to grimace as he smashed the glass against the concrete, before climbing onto his bike and revving it up.

Next stop: Club LUSH.

The night air was filled with the sound of screeching tires as he pulled away, speeding down the avenue and into the late evening, alone by all means with nothing but the sound of the engine accompanying him.

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10:05 PM

The Club grew larger upon the horizon as he approached, all but drifting straight up to the front entrance before hitching his bike. He walked passed the red-haired bouncer guarding the front, slapping a twenty onto his chest as well as a receipt for the Shine City Courier Service.

Dance lights and suds greeted him as he entered the club, the air hot and humid with the moisture from all the spilled water and warm bodies inside.

I hate clubs.

Where was the manager for this place anyway? Perhaps he'd just leave it on the counter for the bartender to deal with last time. It was his last delivery for the night, after all. He couldn't care less at this point. After a while of searching, followed by some brief moments of shoving and kicking while keeping drunken kids from grinding on him, he managed to find the bar.

Once again, he slammed it down, reaching into his frontmost pocket and waiting for the signature. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice some miserable looking blue haired chick to his left.

Bad night to be wearing that dress, lady.

The Biker shook his head, taking a seat next to her and tapping the counter.

Pointing to what was on the tap, he silently asked for a cold pint, and waited as he fidgeted uncomfortably on the damp seat.

I can't wait to get home and hit the fuckin’ hay.

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

A man who posts twice without any replying to his actions, well, that's not exactly the way a proper game should go, right?

God help us all.

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Some one is gonna have to be 'That Guy.'

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Gah. I want to post >>

@sakurasan

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Amber light soared past in a blur against the darkened asphalt of Shine City Junction, street lights phasing through the night as the howl of a summer breeze was muffled underneath the roaring engine of his bike. It was a beautiful night for a ride, or at least that was what Micheal J. Blade thought as he weaved through traffic, navigating the twisted and convoluted highways of the City. The roads were full, as they often were in the evenings in which Club LUSH opened for it's nightly escapades of sex and suds, with a gratuitous amount of neon thrown into the mix for shits and giggles. He hate going there; the sort of individuals that lurked there were generally the unsavory, plus the manager was a total fucking prick.

Blade gripped the handles of his motorcycle tighter, the teal fingerless biking gloves enveloping his hands squeaking as he narrowed his eyes behind the tinted visor of his helmet. Nothing was going to interrupt this night of his; time was money, and that was no exception for the city's courier service. The hours were late, the job was thankless, but damn if he didn't love it regardless. It allowed him to get away from the nonsense and the noise; it allowed him time to clear his head and just think. Although it didn't really bother him much, it was a lonely drive as the evenings grew longer, with the dark sky, painted blue and blue, shifting into darker shades of night.

A dull ringing noise filled his helmet with the soft vibrations of the Bluetooth in his ear, the monotone voice of his phone alerting him where the next package had to be delivered.

Take a right at Frokane Street, then, make a sudden left at Diamond Avenue.

No later than the notification reach his ears, did the light connecting his turn shift to an angry crimson hue. Too far into the turn, the Biker couldn't do much more than shift his gears, the grit of the road kicking up underneath his wheels as he drifted into the other lane.

Fucking robot navigation system.

Revving up his bike, Martin jerked his grip back, the front end of the vehicle following suit as he now sped down the road on nothing but his rear wheel.

It continued like this for but a few moments before he pushed it back down; it wouldn't be good if he had gotten a ticket.

Glancing upwards, he pulled up to the side of the curb, his helmet vibrating as the voice droned it's message.

Arrived at destination.

Micheal hitched his bike, kicking up the stand as he gave the establishment a quick once over.

It was a bar of some sort, the sign out front declaring that it was opening night.

First round was free.

Good for the guy who owned the place.

Walking up to the doors, Blade practically shoved them open, a parcel in one hand as his other propped open the entrance; he didn't even bother flipping up his visor, despite the dimness.

There was quite the cast in here.

Namely the big guy(girl?) in the corner, the pair of white haired folks somewhere else, and plenty more.

Regardless, he wasn't here for pleasure, but he might as well grab a cold one while he was here.

Sauntering up to the counter, he all but tossed the package on to the counter, grunting at the red-haired bartender as he held out the electronic device for him to be signed.

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Time to write!

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Girls like big things. Trust me, I would know