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[angelshot]

WHOSE SHITTY-ASS PET LIZARD IS THIS?!

[ Well jeez, Panty. Nice to see you too.
There's no fanfare in this particular Anarchy-brand PSA, just shrill indignation and a lovely view of the disorganized pink chaos that is Panty's room. Which is fine and all... except for the very small, very feisty dragon curled up on her mattress and expensive af sheets, coiled up like a cobra and hissing in obvious displeasure at having someone invade its nice new nest.
Where did it come from? No idea. Don't care. But she clearly wants it gone. ]

How the hell am I supposed to tap ass if this thing is gonna bite a dude's dick off, huh? Is this a prank? Who DOES that?! What is wrong with you people?

You know what, fuck it. Peel your stupid iguana off the pavement for all I care.

[ And by 'fuck it' she means she'll solve this whole issue in a very practical fashion.
As in lunging forwards, grabbing the very unhappy dragon by the scruff (judging from the puffs of smoke and a few sparks, it's still just a youngster), and straight up yeets the unfortunate beastie straight out the open window. Problem solved, right?
HA HA... well. No.
Unfortunately for Panty, dragons can fly. There's a brief blur of scales sailing right back in like an oversized boomerang, a meaty 'SMACK' of something colliding squarely with her face, and the feed promptly cuts off.

She might have to sleep on the couch for a while. The new tenant isn't going anywhere. ]

Comments

[angelshot]

Girlfriend, don't you worry about lil' old me, got it covered already. Thanks anyways though.

[ As in, she'll be bouncing from bootycall to bootycall for a couple days at the very least. Couch surfing with benefits ayyyyy. ]

Shit, I mean... didn't even know I left! It's kind of messing with my head.

[amemoryorus]

I can imagine it would be strange. Like you're missing time.

[At least that's what she assumes it would feel like.]

If you'd like to know what's been happening while you're gone, I can try to recap for you. Catch you up. Maybe over a drink?

[angelshot]

Kinda like going to take a nap and getting told you were in a coma once you wake up. It's fucking weird.

[ And all her Chroma's gone up in smoke, so it's kind of like getting mugged in your sleep. Bummer. ]

As long as you're paying, sure. I'm broke.

[amemoryorus]

I can manage that.

Do you have a bar preference? Or should I send you an address and surprise you?

[She has a couple of places she frequents, but is more than willing to let Panty take the lead if she has a place in mind.]

[angelshot]

Anywhere with cute bartenders that don't skimp on the alcohol is fine with me.

[ Her standards are... pretty low. Don't let Panty pick the bar or Tifa might regret it. ]

[amemoryorus]

Alright then. I think I know just the place.

Have you been to the Sunset Host Club before?

[angelshot]

Heard of it, never been there. Aren't host clubs like... reverse titty bars?

[ If it's anything like the Macho Cafe in Japan, she'll immediately be a repeat customer. ]

[amemoryorus]

...Yes. That's one way of putting it.

They have a good selection of alcohol and cute guys. So it matches your preferences.

[angelshot]

I'm so down for that.

[ As in: she's gonna try and pick up as many hapless men as she can fit in her bed. Poor Tifa. ]

Party a bit, pick up some cute eyecandy... it'll be a proper girl's night.

[amemoryorus]

[Should she mention the hosts aren't supposed to sleep with their customers? Eh, well, it wouldn't be the first time.]

Exactly. Are you free tonight? It's my night off.

[angelshot]

For beer and beefcake? Fuck yeah, I can make time.

[ Like rrrrrrrrrules have ever stopped Panty from doing whatever she wants in the moment. Good luck, Host Club boys. ]