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IT'S CL-OVER

Who: Clover (and friends??)
What: What indeed
When: TBD

[GATHER AT THE FOUNTAIN ONCE YOUR PREPS ARE MADE AND TO BE SENT SOMEWHERE YOU'VE BEEN]

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[a growl and straightens up, jabbing a finger at his chest]

That ain't none of your business! You may smell like that place but my memory ain't THAT fuzzy! Who the hell are you? There's no way that flock is still around. . .!

[ snarls a bit, leaning in and angling his body so only the stranger can see when he tugs the neck of his hoodie down a bit, showing his collar. ]

Read it an' weep, buttball.

Wha--

[his eyes go wide and his hood falls. He's some sort of furry, but it's hard to tell, though one of his eyes look like it got gashed all nasty like. And despite the fur, he's going pale.

But that doesn't stop him from tossing the shot glass at him and trying to make a break for it!!]

[ WOW. the glass barely misses his head and he laughs. ]

Yer up, bro.

Edited 2024-07-27 01:47 (UTC)

[he runs right into Nue, he stops him with a hand to his chest, followed by him grabbing his shirt.

He leans down and rumbles out]

Sit yer ass back down or I make ya.

Gkk! You smell just like them, who the hell are you guys?!

[they're starting to draw attention, the other patrons looking over like . . .?

He tries to just. Heckin bite at his hands lol.]

[ coming up from behind to close off any escape routes. ]

We better get movin'.

[ and then raises his voice, laughing as he pats at the guy's shoulder. ]

Man, oh man! Ya've had one too many, haven't ya? Hoowhee!

[wow why are you trying to bite him he's trying to be NICE.

He just jerks on his shirt to shake him a lil so he can't do that]

[shook!! He's surprising light for his size. plan b, just starts YELLING]

--these guys ain't right, they're tryin' to shake me down!!

[but. also probably, he is in fact drunk. just surly about it. Though a few wolves do start to make their way over like, dude yall okay--]

Edited 2024-07-27 02:22 (UTC)

[ spreads his arms all theatrical, spinning on his heels. ]

Sorry, folks! We'll get 'im outta yer fur. Don't mind us, heh heh. But hey, have a lil' treat on me.

[ and then, he reaches into his hoodie and takes out a few grapes.

and throws them into the air.

as they fall, he does look around to see if there's something cool he can swipe, because he told Lyra he would. what shit can he steal amidst this chaos. ]

--are those fucking GRAPES?!

[THE WOLVES NO LONGER CARE WHAT'S GOING ON

IT'S A MAD SCRAMBLE

FOR GRAPES!!!!!

also it's just standard stuff you can find in a casino! Any small knicknack is fair game, or like. steal a gun. gun for grapes.]

Edited 2024-07-27 02:32 (UTC)

[ looks at the gun briefly.

then makes a face and goes for some poker chips, pocketing a bunch as well as some dice before turning back to Nue. ]

Right. Let's grab the kid an' get the hell outta here 'fore this all dies down.

[makin' sure he's got a good grip on their new friend and tugging him along towards the exit]

[ just sort of humming like a lunatic.

throws another grape to add to the mayhem.

grabs, idk, whatever random thing he passes by next and pockets it. casino shit. ]

[kleptos the lot of you.

But hey, is there a shadow growing under you? And a familiar laugh?

whups]

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