[The Cave, Rooftop, July 14th, 11:02pm]
One67 walks up in the joint like a celebrity, stopping only briefly to kiss the two heavy elf ladies on the cheek. Neither he, the pink mohawk sporting human woman on his left, or the fuzzy bearded little red eyed dwarf coming up behind them are charged admission. At least a quarter of the people on this rooftop recognize him and are happy to see him, giving hand slaps and fist pounds left and right. The woman with him is under six foot, wearing a tank top with a peace sign on it and a synthleather skirt with leggings beneath. She covers the whole thing up with a trenchcoat, and there's probably some hardware of some sort hidden inside. One is wearing a torn and paint stained oversized yellow t-shirt over some teal and yellow basketball shorts along with a pair of flip flops. He's clearly unarmed, unarmored, and has no jewelry, chain, or anything obvious of value. What the hell kinda rapper is this guy supposed to be anyway?
He and the dwarf exchange a few quick words with each other before they split up. One and the mohawk weave through the throng of club goers over toward the bar, while the dwarf heads over toward the DJ booth.
@Johnny
You were considering getting into it with the little ork rich boy for a moment, but his senses must have finally got the better of him. Once he heads back to his chummer on the couch, you take another look around the rooftop and notice a familiar shape at the entrance. FINALLY! Fuckin ONE! You're about to make your way toward him, when he sees you and waves. "JOHNNAY!" He and his lady friend make a beeline straight for you. As soon as he gets in arms reach, he slaps hands with you, quietly passing you 2 pills in the process. Leaning his head down close to your ear, he says "Sorry I took so long, homie. That's on me, right there. Like, as an apology, cool?"
After slapping his hand again, you open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off before you can. "This my girl, Slap right here." He motions toward mohawk next to him. "Play the same sorta game YOU play, word? Now, you can get movin' if you want. I know i done kept ya out late and all, BUT- I got a lead on a job, like, tonight, if you need some jing. Jus follow me if you're down, otherwise, holler at me tomorrow and we can do some bidness, word?" A quick exchange, then back into the whirlwind of people.
@Slackjaw and Francis
You two are catching up on old times, having a drink or two, and generally starting to wonder if One is gonna show up. Slackjaw is contemplating whether he should have another shot or lay off it for a minute when he feels a large hand come down on his left shoulder. One, with is goofy white boy fro, shaved down the center stands at about 6 ft 4 behind him with that big silly grin on his face. Cocking his head to the side before speaking, he says "Yall two know eachother?" He shakes his head. "Dun matter. Yall down to work?" He's got the broken horned troll and the pink mohawk woman with him.
"Good. Slack, see that mug over there?" He points out the human you saw getting off the dirtbike earlier. Currently, he's dancing with an ork woman in baggy blue jeans and a red tank top. "That's my homie, Sam. Go get that dude, and bring him to those two girls at the door. I'll meetchyall in a minute. You three," he motions to Slap, Francis, and Johnny. "come with me."
Sam turns and starts leading the three of you through the crowd, slapping hands with people, saying hi, pounding fists, and just generally letting the party know he's here and things are about to get started for real. After a few minutes of mingling, he finally heads back toward the entrance, to meet up with the rest of the group.
@Samuel
At first, you weren't really into this whole thing, but the longer you've been here, the more people you recognize and the more fun you start to have. There's a LOT of riverside locals here. In fact, you'd guess that about a third of the heads on this rooftop live within 20 blocks of you. Needless to say, most of the people are friendly once they realize you belong there, even if you dont exactly dress the part. About half an hour ago, an ork woman bought you a drink and started flirting with you. At least you think she was flirting. You're not sure how it works with orks. After a few minutes of talking with her, you realize that she's the same ork woman you made the drop off with earlier in the day! She must have thought you were cute and remembered you. By now, the two of you are dancing, and things have started to look like they might actually get serious. That's when the the young ork in the expensive jacket taps you on the shoulder with his shiny chrome cyber-hand. Uh oh. Boyfriend?
