[color=B3E300][h3]Chupacabra[/h3][/color]&[color=8BA2DB][h3]Mothman[/h3][/color][sup]Location: Outside Nevermore Central Park #7[/sup][hr]

	[color=B3E300]"Don't you give me that frickin' look,"[/color] Dani, the Chupacabra, shouted with a snort, [color=B3E300]"I been gettin' plenty of looks today and I don't need no look from you."[/color] Shaking her head, Dani leaned heavily back against her taco truck-- that's right [i]HER[/i] taco truck. Dani continued the rant, which had been interrupted by her insistence that Mothman not give her [i]that look[/i], by saying, [color=B3E300]"A lot of people don't get it-- I ain't the one who does stuff, man."[/color] She shook her head and gestured to Mothman with her 40oz of cheap beer, "concealed" with a brown paper bag, before telling him, [color=B3E300]"I bet some shit's happened cause folks been givin' me looks all day-- 'ey man, who spreadin' rumors?"[/color] Mothman stared at Dani with concern. He was crouched atop a mailbox, watching Dani guzzle down beer, and had been for around a half hour already. In a placating manner, Mothman gestured toward Dani with both his hands, trying to remind her to calm herself, but she snorted at him then looked away.

	[color=B3E300]"You say that Mothy,"[/color] replied Dani as if he'd said anything, [color=B3E300]"But last time I got all these looks was when that shit happened-- You remember? They was all over me like I was like the frickin', like, I dunno, the frickin' Chupacabra or somethin'... Shut up,"[/color] Dani snapped that last bit. Mothman had began laughing at her latter comment without missing a beat. [color=B3E300]"Figure of speech, man,"[/color] Dani scoffed but, she couldn't stifle a slight chuckle. How else was she supposed to describe other Tales' behavior toward her whenever a body turned up? 
	
	[color=B3E300]"Honestly, they always have the wrong person, especially when they [i]had the wrong frickin' person[/i]-- which has been a hundred percent of the frickin' time-- Mothy, look man,"[/color] Dani told Mothman before taking a long gulp of her beer, [color=B3E300]"I was stressed today-- you see what this is?"[/color] She gestured to her liquor then told Mothman, [color=B3E300]"It's stress relief and okay, I know. I know. You gonna gimmie that look but man-- man I. I needed it."[/color] Dani sucked her teeth then began angrily, [color=B3E300]"Shit! I was about to lose my frickin' mind on that cabrón that claimed he got a frickin' chicken taco when he ordered a beef taco-- I mean-- How can he even tell the difference? It's all ground meat? All frickin--"[/color]
	Mothman held a finger to his lips and gestured for Dani to lower her voice.
	[color=B3E300]"--I ain't yellin',"[/color] Dani yelled in response.
	Mothman pinched the bridge of his nose.
	[color=B3E300]"You act like anybody care 'round here look--"[/color] Dani slid off of the back bumper of her taco truck, then gestured toward the Nevermore Central Park. [color=B3E300]"Look look look,"[/color] she insisted, pointing as she named incidents, [color=B3E300]"Some hobo's crappin' in a bag, that dog's eatin' a frickin' styrofoam cup, them two hobo's is fightin' over a bench, and what else--"[/color] Dani whipped around [color=B3E300]"--Don' nobody care if I yell out that I frickin' murdered a dude in the last week or if I reach up my frickin' ass and pull out a pot of gold-- Moths, I can yell all I want. They just want some food."[/color] With a deep sigh, Dani settled back onto her taco truck bumper, repeating more somberly, [color=B3E300]"They just want some food, man."[/color]

	Silence settled between the two. Dani could see Mothman, giving her a pitying expression, out of the corner of her eye, so she turned her head toward the park. Sometimes she really liked the attention he gave her but, it was times like these, that Dani wished he would just flutter off somewhere. Yes, she was drinking. Yes, she wasn't supposed to. Whatever. It didn't matter and she was in control now-- Dani knew that she only needed a little bit. Mothman's pity and his fear for her needed go away at the moment, but then again...

	Dani looked over her shoulder toward Mothman. His arms were above his head and he was stretching, a slight yawn coming out of him-- oh, that's right. Dani perked up, [color=B3E300]"You wan'a breakfast shake?"[/color] Tilting his head to the side, Mothman looked off at nothing in particular as he considered her offer. Quietly he nodded, a smile on his face. [color=B3E300]"Right then,"[/color] Dani set her beer down on the bumper, as she fished around her apron pockets for keys. Eventually she opened up her food truck. [color=B3E300]"I'll getcha somethin' in a bit-- it's gettin' close to your gym time ain't it?"[/color] Dani asked the question without waiting for an answer-- she knew his schedule well enough. As she stepped within the truck, she called out, [color=B3E300]"I'll make the one with the extra stuff so you can bench press my frickin' hopes n' dreams, man!"[/color] While Chupacabra disappeared within the truck, Mothman remained crouched atop the mailbox. While he waited, he decided to begin his workout with something simple-- a few handstand push-ups to pass the time.