[h2]Chicken and Waffles with a side of Aftermath [/h2] [h3]Herb’s Chicken, Waffles and Schwarma Hut, Early morning, Greenleaf Day 3[/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] [@Yule] [table] [row][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][/row] [row][cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url][/center] [/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url][/center][/cell][/row] [/table][hr] [hider= Waffles, Waffles, Waffles] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=932gLpxqK3A[/youtube] [/hider] Cyd absently picked at her food while leaning against the chair back. The humidity hadn’t been kind to the rave make up, or the siblings hair. Her once perky high-pony now was a tangled mop that stuck to her neck and face in dire need of a good brushing. At least the diner had cool, conditioned air. They mostly ate in silence, except Mathias, who was in the play-with-your-food stage of Rave. Mathias had outstretched his legs onto the bench- he’d lost one shoe somehow, somewhere with someone. Cyd managed to hold onto hers, and stretched hers own legs on top of her brothers. Isaac occupied the ‘booth’ part of the table, clad only in his boxers with a full sized Anaconda or Python draped around his torso and neck. Cyd disdainfully referred to it as some sort of constricting, slithering non-venomous nope-rope. At least she hoped it was non-venomous, seeing as it hissed and would give him ‘love bites’ on his neck and cheek now and again. He was holding it for the half-naked snake girl he’d met -seriously, there was one at every rave - when he straight up fainted from the heat.when he became the half naked fainting boy after passing out from the heat. Cyd never would have suspected it’d be Kari the IT tech. -Ding!- She glared at her younger brother as another wave dinged on her cortex. It’d literally been non stop since they left. Isaac groaned, barely wincing anymore from the attention being showered on him by a [i] pretty[/i] pissed off snake. "So loud" was all he could mutter as he regarded the happy little chimes from the cortex coming in at regular intervals, his one hand cradling his throbbing head while the other tried desperately to blindly find his mouth with a forkful of fried chicken finger. He briefly entertained the idea that maybe that's what the snake was after but quickly dismissed it. Mathias was … far and away. "Uh huh …" he answered and he played a game with his waffle where only he knew the rules. He shoved the bit that lost into his mouth with a dramatic 'bwaaaaahhhhh'. "These make me so happy …" he said taking a deep sigh as he chewed. Cyd chuckled lazily. “I’m glad, Yobo,” she said, her voice sounding strained from shouting over the loud music. She made a mental note to re-check Mathias’ hand when they got back to the shuttle. The brightly colored tape she’d used to wrap it had lost most of its stickiness in the damp air. -Ding!- went the cortex, prompting another glare. She’d ask Isaac about it, but the Skye’s had a pretty strict code about after-rave questions,. Mathias jammed a fork in a piece of waffle. "Oh no … don't eat me … nooooo!" Mathais said in a squeaky high voice. "You have lost! Feed your god!" Mathais said in an exaggerated deep voice, jamming it in his mouth. It was a shade less embarrassing than the choo-choo-train he’d made with his chicken earlier. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Isaac whined, his head pulsing and vibrating at every sound as he lazily waved his empty fork at the offending noise. His new reptilian bestie reared up and followed the utensil, considering another strike but then thought better of it. It seemed that out was losing about as much interest in biting the youngest Skye as he was being bit. Mathias chewed, staring at Isaac, swallowed, sipped some water, leaned in and whispered. “No.” Cyd giggled. “He means the snake, [i]Jimi[/i], ” she clarified, teasing him with the name he was stuck using for the rave. Isaac squinted as he raised his his head, his face twisted in a mixture of confusion, annoyance and pain. The snake didn't even bother reacting this time to his sudden movement. It was bored of him. "I was talking about [i] him[/i]!" He corrected his sister as he jutted his chin towards his brother. "Who the hell is Jimmy??" But without waiting for a response, his head dropped back down into chicken and waffle stuffing position once again. "She said Jimi not Jimmy … duh." Mathias rolled his eyes. He stopped looking around. "Wasn't there more of us?" Isaac lazily kicked the sleeping girl under the table and she groaned. "Present" he confirmed. "Oooooh … there she is!" Mathais snorted as he dribbled more syrup over his waffle. "Yeeeess blood for the blood god!" He chuckled. “Now you’re making it weird, ja nee?” Cyd complained, pushing her dish aside. -Ding!- [i]How many girls did he give this number to?[/i] she inwardly groused. "Oh what time is it? Cuz I'm pretty sure it's half past weird o'clock." Mathais said, trying to smother his giggles in fried chicken and waffles. “Time for you to smoke a little dagga, come back down,” Cyd chuckled, counting out a few credits for the table. The sun had already come up by the time they left Herb’s Chicken, Waffles & Shawarma hut. Outside in the parking lot, Mathias lit up as the ride-share service honked its horn. Isaac in his boxers helped Kari and her pit viper into the backseat. Kari drew Jim- Jams little brother into one final lip lock, the white of his sugar skull smearing against her face before the driver brought the raver bunny home. -Ding!- Mathias ticked his head, the thin cigarette hanging from his lip. Neon grease paint stained the back of Cyd’s hand as she rubbed it against her cheek. Isaac’s was a half-naked mess, and Mathias’ dark eye shadow gave him an eerie glow, his one shoe giving him a limp in his step.. With a slow gait, the weary party-goers started home. [hider= Music to walk home to] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Uc3ZrmhDN4[/youtube] [/hider] Isaac outstretched his hand as he trudged along to keep up with Mathias’ long gait in a crude attempt to snag the small blunt. Mathias easily blocked him with an elbow. He turned his head to avoid the grab which was when Cyd seized the opportunity and the dagga from her brother’s mouth. She ran ahead, turning to face her sibs while inhaling, then held the smoking paper out up to taunt them in a come-get-it-if-you-can sort of way. She laughed as they gave chase. [i]Lovin' is what I got I said, remember that[/i] -Ding!- [i]Lovin' is what I got I said, remember that[/i] Bad decisions. [i]Lovin' is what I got I said, remember that [/i] Great memories.