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[right][b]Interactions:[/b] Loni & Vin [@Fernstone]
 [code]Thursday November 24th, The Hollow Tap[/code][/right][hr]

Paloma let out a little delighted squeal as Loni bumped the handshake to move in for a hug, throwing both arms around Vin’s sister and giving her a little shake. It was nice that Vin and Marco had firmly drawn the boundary line, because Paloma would’ve hated to have to hate her. She pulled back as Vin and Loni started bickering, her face jumping in shock as Loni suggested that Paloma and Vin were together before settling down into a coy little smile. Oh, she was definitely not going to help correct that assumption. Way too much fun to be had with that one. Paloma made a note to ask about what a [i]Syn-sisters[/i] was—a music store? She didn’t do much shopping in the North, even if she worked there too. 

Wait, they both worked in the North and they both liked pushing Vin’s buttons? Oh, they just had so much in common! Did Loni have a car? Paloma hoped that Loni had a car. Maybe, what was it called, Synthsisters was a nightclub and Loni worked late like her. That’d be perfect. Paloma would love to avoid public transportation. The bus always smelled like the bedpans she had to clean.

Wait, what were Vin and Marco doing in fifteen minutes? Before she could stick her nose in business that wasn’t her own, Paloma was intercepted by Loni.

[color=ff7360]"Don't worry, Vin's just shy about these things!"[/color]

[color=00FA9A]“Oh, I know!”[/color] Paloma whispered loudly back, putting a hand on Loni’s shoulder as if she was in need of support. [color=00FA9A]“Even when we walk home together, Vin’s always rushing forward, acting like we don’t know each other. It’s so adorable.”[/color]

Paloma aggressively nodded along as Loni explained the virtues of pink, so happy that they were getting back to the important matter at hand. Work long enough in a hospital and red stops being sexy fast. So Synthsisters was a store after all. Damn, probably no carpool then. Still, it made sense that Loni got more clients than the redshirts selling synthesizers, something about her was immediately charming. Maybe it was because she looked like Vi—nah, it had to be something else. Either way, if she’d asked, Paloma would definitely pay the extra hundred dollars to put her new Casio keyboard under that needless extended warranty. 

[color=ff7360]“...I work alotta evenin’ shifts, so I ain’t home till well past midnight…”[/color]

Yes, carpool! 

[color=ff7360]“...and I’m stayin’ at work right now cause’ve the—”[/color]

No, stinky bus. Shit!

Oh, wait, these were a lot of names Loni was throwing at Paloma. Kiki? Momo? Sisters? Okay, they’re the Synth Sisters, got it. Paloma just smiled and nodded. She couldn’t get a word in at all. Paloma lacked the self-awareness to realize that she talked almost exactly the same way. Sure, some of the hospital patients enjoyed her chattiness in the same way a person enjoys falling asleep to white noise or a television show, but some had definitely been held in a hostage situation forced to listen to her explain the different kinds of dragons. Even if Paloma knew she was like this, it wouldn’t matter. She thought it was nice that Loni could carry the conversation entirely by herself. 

[color=ff7360]“...Nobody knows Vin better than me. They’re real stingy ‘bout sharin’ things, but I ain’t…”[/color]

Paloma’s eyes widened and glistened as if Loni had just shown her the Holy Grail. A full, no holds barred, tell-all about Vin? How could she say no? How could she resist? She needed everything. Time, date, and place of birth just so she could see how compatible her minion was with their supreme leader. Favorite meal. Favorite sweet. Favorite color. Were they, perhaps, an actual psycho killer and if Paloma didn’t have a ghost keeping them away would Vin tie her to a chair, torture her, and kill her so they could make a cute skin suit? Should she be considering a name change and a cross country move to avoid any kind of repercussions? Oh, and yes, absolutely, all the embarrassing stories and baby photos. 

[color=00fa9a]“Ohmigosh, yes. Here, may I?”[/color] Paloma offered to hold Luciana to make life easier for Loni, ready to bounce the ever loving shit out of that cutie. [color=00fa9a]“Kids are so great. If you ever need somebody else to watch her, just give me a shout. I work in a hospital up North,"[/color] she added, casually, testing the waters for that offer to get a lift. [color=00fa9a]" But if I’m not working I'm always at home with nothing to do…”[/color] No, no, don’t sound like a loser in front of Vin’s sis. Paloma forced a bigger smile. [color=00fa9a]“...that can’t be put off, y’know, if your coworkers are ever too busy.”[/color]

Speaking of putting things off, didn’t she have an actual reason to be here today? What was that again? Eh, probably not important. As she bopped, either with or without the toddler, she leaned in closer to the phone, her eyes growing wide. Oh, no, she just couldn’t handle it. She exploded, but not before carefully cupping Luciana’s ears to protect her from hearing loss.
[h2][color=00fa9a]“AWW! YOU WERE JUST SO CUTE, TIGER! AHHH!”[/color][/h2]
[color=00fa9a]“What happened?”[/color] she asked Loni with a giggle before pointing at the phone and squealing across the bar at Vin. [color=00fa9a]“No way! Is that Stripes? I had the same Beanie Baby!”[/color] Paloma fanned her face as she turned back to Loni. [color=00fa9a]“Wow. This really must be fate. Let me give you my number. I need you to send those to me. It's definitely gonna be Vin's contact photo. The one I currently got is just not it.”[/color]

As if to prove her point, Paloma flashed Loni an image that was mostly just a hand blocking a camera, a turned head, and parts of an embarrassing sailor outfit.