[center][img]http://s22.postimg.org/5fiv76vg1/146076339232787.png[/img] with [h1][color=Magenta]Ashton Griffone[/color][/h1] and [h2]Annabelle and Scott[/h2] featuring [h3]Eidel[/h3] [hr] [hr][h2]12:01 P.M.[/h2][/center] Sabine sighed as she leaned her head back onto the cool, smooth pillar of concrete. Today's work consisted of a lot more slapping than usual; the kids were getting bolder with wanting "free samples", most of which she had already handed out when she arrived not a half hour before. Though the aluminum trays were gutted of all their content, Sabine actually had hidden one last foam box with her own guilty pleasure : deep-fried pork cutlet and rice, courtesy of the Japanese-themed recipes made each and every Saturday. With some care so as to not tear or scuff her cardigan, she slowly slid down to the jutted-out base, and retrieved one of the last plastic forks to take a bite of that scrumptious cut... Buh duh da da dah! Ba da da dah! Ashton continued to dance with the rhythm of the beat, feeling the vibrations of the machines music seem to emit from the very metallic floor beneath her. Her steps missed a few times to the flying arrows on the screen but she really didn't mind. She was having fun and that's what counts. Who cares if a few steps were missed? So the tall blonde waved her arms in the air, pumping them up and down like in some rave while her feet sped about onto the arrows, body moving to the beat. That was until she missed a step. Slipping up as she took a bit too far backward, her rump hit the protective rest that was supposed to help keep players steady. Instead, she ended up waving her arms wildly to try and regain balance of body which was already almost horizontal from the top of the rest where her coat was hanging. Her flailing attempt failed and the firefighter just ended up flipping backwards and over the railing and bellyflopping the ground off the stage. A few onlookers stared and murmured, some snickered, though jumped as the giant sat herself up. Hands resting in front of her shit together knees while her legs spread out behind her. Face scrunching up in pain, nose twitching as she reached up to rub her scarred face with her right hand. After a moment of checking herself to be sure nothing was broken, she lowered her hand and gave a slightly embarrassed but carefree grin. Standing up, she hopped in place before nodding in satisfaction at the result of being functional before picking up her coat. Picking up some of the fallen coins that flew out of her pocket. Well that was fun! Hurt... But it was a fun time on the dance floor! Ashton put on her baggy coat, despite being hot and sweaty now. Wiping her forehead with the back of her left hand, the dirty blonde started walking through the arcade to find something else to do. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled in a large complaint. Blinking her amethyst gaze, Ash looked down at her stomach and reached her left hand up and started rubbing her belly. Listening it complain about needing a replenish of energy after that fun exercise. Scratching her right cheek with her right index finger, the tall woman flicked her eyes around for something to eat before spotting a woman leaning against a pillar. Eyes immediately set on the food in the cute girl's hand, Ashton didn't really think about it as her stomach practically led her over to the stranger. Ashton came up beside the woman, gingerly tapping the shoulder of the pretty girl. Eyes widening in a almost sparkly manner of that of a dog saying 'please feed me' manner. Lips in a slight between of a mutual line and a frowny pout of sheer awe. Sabine was genuinely smiling to herself at the impending reward, so when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she snapped her head back to give a lecture about the importance of being prepared for the next time she would come and suggesting to try the nearby restaurants, but... ...well, it was a bit hard when it was either a [b]very[/b] pretty boy or a hot, sweaty, [b]tall[/b], [b]positively-firm-in-the-legs[/b] girl already making the signature face of every freeloader ever. By instinct, her left eye already twitched a few times, but a few blinks and a cursory glance down the t-shi- [center][i]Sabine, that's pedophilia. No way. She couldn't be older than 20 at her age, right? Right?![/i][/center] "Oh, hey there honey! Are you hungry? Wanna bite?" [center][i]Okay Sabine, you're officially perving for boobs now. Embrace it while you can.[/i][/center] Ashton continued looking at the smaller woman in front of her. A very cute short-hair brunette with pretty light blue or grey eyes (actually a dark grey-green). She looked pretty young and the firefighter was unsure if this girl was a highschooler or maybe a college student. Was a pretty average height, reaching to about the taller woman's stomach and ribs. Nyaaaaaw such a cutie! Seemed pretty nice too! Lucky getting lost free day! As the woman responded with the question the dirty blonde was hoping for, a immediate bright smile appeared on her scarred though sweaty face and gave rapid session of nods in response. Loose locks of blonde hair bouncing with the movement that wasn't sticking to her skin from sweat. Feeling a bit overheated, Ashton removed the coat and wrapped the sleeves around her hips, tying a knot in the front. Revealing a bit more of her toned body, her shirt clinging against it and leaving her toned bare arms for all to see. Trained from years of use from the military with the sniper rifle and other basics and now constant use of the firehose. Oblivious to the brunette's glances, Ashton returned her amethyst gaze on the girl with what looked like Japanese food and raised her arms horizontally up to her face which bowed a bit. Clapping her palms a together in front of her, fingertips touching her cheerfully smiling lips. In a both 'Yes Please' and 'Thank you' manner of inaudible speaking. Before shaping her left hand to raise three fingers while the index and thumb moved more closely together. Meaning she just wanted a little bit. She'd feel bad if she had a lot of it, plus if her crewmates knew she'd surely be scolded for bugging the people around her minding their own business. Sure, the blonde could go through the trouble of finding her own food, but it was much more fun to share the experience with someone else. Who cares if you didn't know them? Just means another possibility to have a new lovely experience and a companion to make one feel a bit more warm inside. Perhaps that was a bit selfish of her... But it made sense in her mind. Or maybe she was just a dimwit like the Captain always says? Mhmm. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Annabelle finished out the song with 97% accuracy, though by the end she wasn't paying attention to the numbers on the screen. Part-way through the song, she'd heard Eidel singing, and upon turning to face her, had become permanently distracted. Eidel had been dancing. It was a strange dance, obviously not a popularly-established style, but it looked fun. It made the girl seem even cooler, even more unique. Not to mention it was outright hilarious! She'd been tempted to join her, at least in the singing part, but anxiety rose again just at the thought of it. Playing was enough for now. Besides, just watching the strange penguin dance was enough to make her start giggling. If she tried it herself, she'd probably completely lose it. Annabelle grinned as the song came to an end. "Nice dancing," She said softly. "Sure, you can call me Anna. I don't mind... uh..." She found herself looking for more words. Though she was admittedly more comfortable now, she still wasn't used to this whole conversation thing. "Food... yeah... food's good..." She turned toward the vendor that Eidel had spotted. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><<>< The two girls wandered off, much to Scott's dismay. His specialty was fighting games, and observing matches in other kinds of games didn't really interest him. Nevertheless he discreetly followed them, maintaining a safe distance and constantly shuffling over to other cabinets, pretending to be browsing to give him plausible deniability should they catch onto him. It was then when something else caught his attention, a gargantuan that was easily several heads taller than him, who was already respectably tall. He couldn't tear his gaze away as the person played, of all things, Dance Dance Revolution. The sight of the giant's long legs flailing about was rather amusing and utterly awe inspiring. At least until he/she flipped over the fucking railing "Jesus Christ" he said as loud involuntarily, before fighting off the urge to rush over and check if they were okay, the person was probably okay, it shouldn't have been That bad of a fall right? They, or rather judging by the facial features, she, got up and seemed.... amused? Regardless, Scott suddenly released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. The crisis over, he scanned the room he noticed a woman with a tray of what looked like Japanese food standing nearby, it was then that he realized that he hadn't had anything to eat today. Despite himself he made a beeline over to her, just behind the tall girl. The lady holding the tray wasn't wearing the uniform that the arcade workers did, which caused his mind to whirl at the possibilities. "Hello!" He called out as he approached, his brilliant mind hard at work with a moneymaking scheme. "Are you a caterer by any chance?" "Sorry, but..." Sabine started, before she took a quick bite of the cutlet. The tender, fatty pork danced with crisp panko crumbs as a satisfying crunch rang out to all that were paying attention. A few quick chews and a polite hand on her thin lips lengthened the audial torture, and then to Scott... "...I'm sold out, and I haven't eaten anything since the sun rose. Unless, if any of you want to order something Latino tomorrow..." Her fork had skewered another piece while she spoke, but as her hand pointed away from her face, the katsudon hung temptingly in front of Ashton... Ashton perked up a bit as her amethyst eyes glanced toward a few others who seemed to notice the girl. Honestly she hadn't meant to attract such attention to the cute girl. Still it was interesting to see these newcomers. A man a few heads shorter then her, but was pretty tall compared to standard. Asking if this girl was a caterer. Thought the dirty blonde turned her fixated gaze on the piece of very tempting food that was practically being held out before her. Her nose twitched and she could feel her stomach growl hungrily, egging her on to satisfy it. In the back of her mind she could hear one of her coworkers scold her for being a space head and a idiot but her stomach was winning the internal battle. So, without much thought of the consequences, Ashton leaned forward enveloped the piece of Japanese food with her mouth. Lips gingerly clamping down on the fork. The tall boyish woman's face melted into one of pure bliss so much that one could just imagine a purring cat that just had some catnip. Lips curled in a smile, eyes half lidded but shinning in utter peaceful joy. Uncaring that she just shared a utensil with a complete stranger. Releasing the fork and standing tall to her full height, Ashton gingerly chewed, savoring the taste before swallowing. Gingerly drawing her tongue across her upper lip before her smile brightened. Again without much thought, the giant of a woman gave a bit of a happy hop before wrapping her arms around her savior's shoulders in a gentle but friendly hug. A bit awkward since the woman reached about to the ribs but Ashton was used to it. Her way of showing thanks... though people tended to be weirded out by her friendly demeanor. Annabelle approached the cart, staying a respectable distance away from the growing crowd. She motioned for Eidel to follow. There was a boy standing there (or maybe it was a girl?) bowing beside the girl who was running the shop. As she came a little closer, the scene became more visible. The somewhat androgynous person was indeed female. Anna could see her face now- she was pretty, and strong by the look of her, though by far the most distinctive thing about her was her height. She was a giant compared to Annabelle, which she supposed wasn't saying much- Anna's small form had long been a source of insecurity for her. But seriously, this girl was tall. Also apparently very friendly... She'd just tackle-hugged the other girl. Such openness was a rare occurrence, at least in Anna's world. It was scary to think of herself like that. Still, it was an admirable trait. SAW approached from the other direction, calling out to the vendor. He was asking about catering for some reason. She looked at him for a moment, wondering what it was. A party of some sort? Well, whatever it was, it really wasn't any of her business. Realizing her error, she quickly looked away. Years of people-watching had made her a bit more nosy than she would have liked to be. At least, she thought she might be. Was there a socially acceptable amount of nosiness for a person to have? She honestly didn't know. Then again, social acceptance was not her forte. Unfortunately, it seemed the food had run out. She turned back toward where she and Eidel had been playing a moment before. She was closer to the group than she was quite comfortable with now, and if there was no food, she had no reason to stay by the cart. Too bad, she thought. Judging by the blonde girl's face, the meat had been very good. The girl running the place had mentioned returning tomorrow though. She'd have to try it then, even if the food was of a different type. Unless she got called in to work for some event, she'd probably be here anyway. There weren't a lot of places she frequented. Besides, Anna had high scores to beat. "Anyways, let me pull out my phone so I can give you my number so yoomph camph orpher..." Sabine was halfway through pulling out her cellphone when her entire vision went dark, causing her to pause in place as she tried to make sense of the situation. Everything felt cozy and soft, like a pillow, but she was still very well sitting on the cold, hard concrete. She was still very well awake, and if she looked up, she'd see a [i]very[/i] happy woman smiling down at her. And then it hit her. The scent and warmth of a woman, to withhold any more graphic description. [hider=For those wanting said graphic description...]Bewbs. .u.[/hider] Her eyes widened as she tried to pull away, but her hands could do little; Ashton was just too tall to touch even her shoulders, and she wasn't sure if she'd be called out on public indecency to touch a girl's bust in the middle of an arcade frequented by children. Especially if that girl was possibly a minor. So slowly, but surely, Sabine could feel her face redden as her hands clasped the phone close to her own chest. "Ephcuse me?" she pleaded with her eyes looking up at the giant Ashton. The tall dirty blonde smiled brightly, either unhindered or oblivious to her victim's possible discomfort. As the stranger managed to speak up in a muffled voice, Ashton's eyes blinked and gave a friendly innocent smile before releasing the girl with the delicious Japanese food. Freeing her from the confinement and able to talk properly once more. Her left hand raised up to her cheek, index finger gingerly scratching it as she gave a slightly shy smile. Blinking a bit and smile fading into a thin line as her expression changed to one of minor surprise as a familiar ringtone rang out in her pocket, she pulled out her phone and answered it. Holding it up to her ear before pulling it away as sudden yelling came from it. [color=gold]"Where in the ever living [i][b]fuck[/b][/i] are you dimwit?! Gah nevermind you won't answer! Get your skinny ass back to the station! We finally get a day off so we got to go party! Mingle! Do little dance and get down tonight! And by that I mean we are going to a mixer at the Cornerstone and you're coming along cause I need another girl with me! Which means we are going shopping! Meet me in thirty minutes or I'm kicking your ass!"[/color] a feminine roughish voice verbally shouted at top volume before promptly hanging up. Blinking a few more times, Ashton brought her phone closer and examined it, trying to hold back a chuckle. She could of just texted. Turning her gaze to the woman her gave her a bite, the blonde brightly smiled and waved cheerfully with her left hand in farewell. Before doing the same to the man who had come over. Despite him not really talking to her, and also stretched her arm upward to wave toward the retreating woman who had seemed interested as well. Quickly, her long rough fingers gingerly tapped against the screen of her phone as she headed out. Pulling up the GPS to assist in leading her back to the Firehouse. The woman seemed to be about to give Scott her number, when she was suddenly glomped by the giant. Scott suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable as the scene unfolded in front of him. An inner debate raged as he tried to figure out what to do. He didn't quite want to leave with his idea unfulfilled, but he didn't quite want to stay either, he did after all need to wash up and get to the bar before it was time to open it. Finally he awkwardly pulled a business card out if his wallet and placed it on the tray in the woman's arms. "I run a bar that's opening tonight, perhaps we could do some business sometime? Anyways if you're free later or whenever call me or show up and we can talk shop" he innocently offered while taking a few steps back and finally disappearing into the crowd and finally the city streets. "Sure, that'd be great!" she called out to Scott once she freed herself. Only, there wasn't much of a Scott anymore; he had decided to leave, though he did leave the business card. Even though she had been to the Arcade at least 20 times in span of her half-year's stay, this particular visit was quite...different. Different, in the sense that she had been offered to talk shop. Maybe she could run deliveries to him, or... ...a glance at the card had her put into curiosity. Would he hire her as a cook at the bar? A good offer, but her time at The Little Snowflake had shown her that she couldn't have the freedom to cook whatever, whenever. And if the customers wanted something different, she could change up her menu on the spot. After all, anything can become boring if eaten too often. Except onions and garlic, but that's besides the point. The sky took on a warm, toasty myriad of fiery colors; the gold and orange hues stirred within her a fleeting memory, the crepuscular brilliance of a woman. Nori would probably be wanting to get a quick bite to eat in the middle of the foam party, and she'd be catering under the nose of the club's owner. Sounds adventurous. [hr] [center][h2]8:29 P.M.[/h2][/center] [hider=Something with shoes would do, right?][img]https://i.warosu.org/data/jp/img/0107/53/1366100286407.jpg[/img][/hider] Sabine darted around her apartment; tonight, she had resigned herself to once again visiting Club LUSH, damn the consequences of bringing food into the premises. From the times she had visited the venue before and through the occasional conversation with Nori, Sabine knew that Arty was a bouncer, but could be bribed for very little if done so in the right way. The heart and the stomach were inextricably bound together, so the small loaf of barmbrack would have to do. Irish mead and sultanas hastily folded in the dough meant that the bread was a little closer to the consistency of cake than actual bread, but for a on-the-spot recipe, it'd pass. As for Nori and Dangermouse, she'd have to consider their weight. How convenient that every Sunday was a Latino cuisine day; she would be bringing red velvet and ChOreo flavored churros for the both of them, as well as two bottles of horchata. Why Dangermouse? For one, he liked to freeload off of the blonde beauty (okay, okay, the beauty part is relative), and for another, he worked just as hard as her in the club. Hopping for several hours straight was a workout for younger people with drugs and drinks running through their systems; Sabine was almost finished by drugs a little less than half a year ago. Even then, she found it easier back in the old days to lift near twice her weight on a barbell than torture her ankles to psychedelic music. But maybe you'd have to [b]be[/b] feeling psychedelic to do that.