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

	Chupacabra came up to the window and stared at B.B's coins as if they were lying to her. Squinting at them, she placed a heavy hand atop the lot, then slid them into the window. [color=B3E300]"Chicken. Freakin'. Tacos,"[/color] she growled, eyeing the money. While Dani wanted to question where B.B. managed to get this kind of money from, she decided against it. Maybe the kid had finally learned how to beg properly? With a slight shrug, Dani disappeared within the warm confines of her truck and began to prepare the tacos. She considered food preparation a labor of love, because half of the time she really didn't want to feed these ungrateful sons-of-bitches. Whenever Dani made food, she did it more for herself, than anything else, which made her rather prideful about the ordeal. All of her ingredients had to be fresh, prepared with good intentions, and actual love. So as she made the tortillas, warmed up the chicken, then put together four chicken tacos, Dani needed to cast out all of the irritation that had built up from the day's work, or else the tacos wouldn't come out properly. To do this, she began singing. While she wasn't exactly an American Idol grand winner or whatever, Dani didn't sound particularly terrible either. 

	Well, Mothman didn't think so, at least. He hummed along to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJgjusUvPn0]the tune[/url] from his perch atop the mailbox. He had to be perfectly honest with himself-- he was glad someone had come along to distract Chupacabra from her apparently building rage. In combination with the liquor she was drinking, he knew that Good Things™ were not on the way. A heavy thunk upon the taco truck window-counter alerted him-- 
	
	[color=B3E300]"Mothshake ready!"[/color] Dani called out. 

	Mothman leapt from mailbox to the street before the truck, quickly swept the beverage up, then began chugging it in a display of... skill? While most probably would have gotten brain-freeze from chugging what was essentially a slushie, Mothman never did-- he may look human but a lot of his anatomy was [i]off[/i]. 

	[color=B3E300]"Four chicken tacos for wolf puppy,"[/color] Chupa called out, bringing a paper basket to the taco truck window. Dani placed the tacos, chicken still sizzling, upon the window, then stared at B.B. and swore that if she didn't hear a thank you, she was going to throw the remaining ice from the Mothshake preparation RIGHT at that stupid wolf's head. So there she stood, hand on the blender's handle, waiting very impatiently for B.B. to say something. Or not. She had to admit she was a little torn on which scenario she preferred. Sure, she noticed that Mothman crouched slightly to look into her face, but she tried not to pay him any attention.