[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjhjOGM4Yy5WMmhsY21VZ2RHaGxJR2hsYkd3Z2FYTSwuMAAA/vtks-krueza.regular.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171115/1ca0efb1f72f7fc70f25e42bbe317f1b.png[/img][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjhjOGM4Yy5QdywsLjEAAAAA/mantop.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ixDWAgk.png?1[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/UTHsgCR.gif[/img] [color=0fc0fc][b]Location;[/b][/color] The streets. WHY. [color=0fc0fc][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Second half, text to [color=#A53C20][b]Fabian[/b][/color] [sup][@HushedWhispers][/sup] & [b][color=#006400]Jay[/color][/b] [sup][@Helo][/sup]; and his [color=e52b50][b]sister[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ixDWAgk.png?1[/img][/center] [indent][i][color=0fc0fc]I should've had her walk...[/color][/i] Sitting in New York traffic. One of the most congested cities in goddamn 'Merica. A procession of headlights, snacking down 8th Avenue and heading towards Time Square, caused Jax Duke, known as JD by nearly everyone who knew his face, to groan in annoyance. The city dewellers of the Big Apple were bathed in putrid fumes, the blaring, morning sun rays, and the inconvenience that the holidays brought to the outside world. [i][color=0fc0fc]Just kill me now.[/color][/i] If his sister didn't pack as much as she did, she could've taken the public transit. All anyone needs in order to stay at family's for a week is a backpack and a mission to wash your clothes whenever you can. But no, whenever she visited grams in Connecticut, taking the Metro to and from, she would leave with at least two suitcases and come back with double the amount of bags because Grams loved to shower her with gifts. Spoil the baby! Grandma's favorite. That being said, he wasn't entirely opposed with his sister getting gifts up the wazoo. Gifts meant food and food meant JD was going to eat good. Maybe, just maybe, this year they would have Grams' banana bread pudding or her contest-winning rhubarb meringue pie. Yes. This was his motivation. The sole reason he had the will to pick up little miss Honey. For food. Grandma's food. Just the thought of it made him lick his bottom lip, gliding over his lip ring in anticipation. Unfortunately, that didn't change that he was driving to Penn Station, on an empty stomach, and on THANKSGIVING. Driving in NYC was absolute hell and the real reason traffic was a nightmare here was because city officials purposely designed the streets so congestion was unavoidable and people would have no choice but to travel by bicycle or by foot. And here JD chose to ride his motorcycle whenever he could, because his bike was his baby. People better know he will ride it even if he lived in a busy ass city. In other cases, like now, when he had to play taxi driver for his sister or friends, yeah, yeah he'll drive the car. He isn't going to tell the people he cares about to call an Uber or whatever. He takes pride in his driving skills and he isn't going to let his fam waste their money when his sister has a workable car she never uses. That reminds him-- WHERE IS SHE!? [/indent] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tjKeH6W.png?2[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171203/cceacaab2c5db01d6586adfc1bdfe7a6.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/on2l2Xj.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/EVEmPOC.png?1[/img][/center] [indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0LI-w9NLSM][color=e52b50][b]Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey[/b][/color][/url] Reunited with her brother, Honey Duke was dancing in the driver seat of her car singing to Honey, from the Mamma Mia! Soundtrack. She might like it especially because it had her name in it. Why did her parents give her and her brother relatively odd names? They were probably high. She could believe it! Or maybe it was because of the fact that her mom really liked honey. The youthful blonde never really inquired about it. Brother said she had to drive, the more she was on the road, the less scared she'd be. Confidence was key. So, she demanded control over the music. The grimace on his face reflected the regret in his decision of being a good brother, trying to get his sister behind the wheel more (TO USE HER CAR MORE). Going at the speed of a snail, she focused on the song and what was in front of her while her brother ate her veggie chips and typed something quickly on his phone. He went to the group chat with his buds. [quote=JD]To: [color=006400][b]Jay[/b][/color], [color=#A53C20][b]Fabian[/b][/color] [color=0fc0fc][b][color=gray]text:[/color] Incoming. I come with cornbread, corn pudding, and Honey. [color=gray]text:[/color] Should I let ppl know I invited her? [color=gray]text:[/color] BTW: she's sleeping over.[/b][/color] [/quote] Classic JD. Last minute, as per usual. Not the best at preparing anyone! Not many people have actually met his sister face to face, they've simply heard her by name. There was a reason for that. There was always a reason for that. One being, at the time, he was still building close relations with his friends so he had yet confirmed if he trusted them enough to meet her. She was... naive, to say the least. In a sense, JD was the stereotypical, over protective, older sibling, but at the same time, he wanted her to pave her own path and make her own friends. The two that she found were... questionable. He wasn't sure if he approved of them or not. They were the reason she felt the need to get a job at Delirium... where he worked. Her first day had yet to start but he hopes to god she'll learn quick that working at a nightclub as a cocktail waitress, or at a club in general, is NOT her scene. Now here they were, in her car, heading back to his place so that she can hopefully make friends with his. People to help her get out of her shell, but not force her to change who she was. His bros don't seem to have a problem with her, or they haven't told him that they had a problem with her, so that was a start. Now to introduce her to the rest of the crew. [color=0fc0fc][b]"BREAK, BREAK!"[/b][/color] The car jolted to a halt as these rude pedestrians ran across the street, not at a cross walk. [color=e52b50][b]"DON'T YELL AT ME!"[/b][/color] Honey squealed in anxiety, tears welling up in her eyes. [color=0fc0fc][b]"Sorry... but, you gotta' pay attention. There's stupid people everywhere."[/b][/color] He paused for a second, taking in her expression - she was about to cry. [color=0fc0fc][b]"Breathe, Honey."[/b][/color] Jax sighed and rested his left hand on her shoulder to calm her down. [color=0fc0fc][b]"You're doing pretty damn good! Aside from the unpredictable assholes, but you should be proud! Look."[/b][/color] He pointed to a landmark she would remember that was near his place. The Outerworld Arcade and Bar. Was he helping? He had no idea. The road wasn't all that was on Honey's mind. However, she wasn't going to take her eyes off it. Pouting her lips, staying in complete silence but with obvious concern written all over her face, she looked at the arcade and nodded to her brother's comment. [color=0fc0fc][b]"What?"[/b][/color] JD brought his attention back to the chips and continued to chomp on 'em. Soon they'd be at his place, which meant a THANKSGIVING FEAST WAS NEAR. Priorities. [color=e52b50][b]"Mm, it's nothing."[/b][/color] [color=0fc0fc][b]"It's something."[/b][/color] [color=e52b50][b]"It really isn't..."[/b][/color] [color=0fc0fc][b]"Say it."[/b][/color] [color=e52b50][b]"Okay, okay. I'm really nervous. What if none of your friends like me? What if they exile me the moment I enter the building!? What if I embarrass myself and become the laughingstock of the party?! What if--"[/b][/color] There goes her motormouth. [color=0fc0fc][b]"Stop."[/b][/color] [color=e52b50][b]"But--"[/b][/color] No. [color=0fc0fc][b]"Like I said at the station, I'll say it again: My friends aren't like that. They'll love you. Trust me."[/b][/color] Man, veggie chips weren't his jam but at least it was something so he wasn't a grouch when he got back to the pad. [color=0fc0fc][b]"Left here. We're almost there."[/b][/color] [/indent]