Grown Up Apple Juice

[Echo]

The neon Vacancies flickers, the No...might be lit. Or not. It was hard to tell. The sign was filthy. But still attracting moths, the bats would definitely be happy. Filling their bellies and screaming their joy into the night.

Which didn't interest the blond lioness skipping through the cracked asphalt parking lot, belting out a commercial jingle she heard once, but didn't remember the tune. Or the lyrics to.

Wearing a tight tanktop under an open plaid shirt, which covers most of her ass as it hangs out of her skinny jeans. Echo was not cutting a tail hole in her cloths. Like. No. So she would show some skin for comfort.

There was a bag wrapped in a squareish shape under her arm, white recite crinkled and pinned under her wrist.

With a hop and a stumbleskip she approaches a door, "I forgots ma keyss!" she whines against the wood. Hot breath making chipping paint peal. "Megara! Margret! Millicent! Marry! Merrrrrr-name!" she chuckles. "I don't gots more names!" she kicks the door. "Parker's favourite redhead who has a waaaay fab-uuuu-lasss do! MJ opens the doooooor!"

There might be a reason why the case of cider was squareish.

[Echo]

"Guuurl you takin' toooo long!" Comes a while within seconds of Maggie's voice sounding from the other side of the door. "'mm cold!" lips pressed against the wood, pealed paint sticks to her flecking lipstick.

"Oooooopeeeeeen sayses me!" she giggles, then hits the door with her forehead. "Owe."

The door opens suddenly, like the women leaning against the door hadn't been expecting it to open, and stumbles through the entry. Nearly falling to the clothes strewn floor. Echo curses as she kicks a sock away from her. Then blinks, one eye after the other, and holds up the box of cider.

"Yup! I gots the goods." she sashays "And the good stuff," slyly said as she smirks and pulled a ziplocked baggie of mushed brownies from a pocket. "Sorry for the wait." she says and leans over the bird-girl and plants her face in the crook of her neck, and rubs her face against feathers and skin. There is a feline chirp, from the lioness who is a darkling and shouldn't chirp like that or need animal moments of affection, but fuck it.

She pulls back and grins, "I hads ta give it time to-" she breaks of giggling, "-to bake."

[Echo]

"Yep,yep,yep!" she sing songed in an approximation of a beloved dino-Ducky. "Met a dude, and a dude who knew a chick, but not really. There was an ex sitch goin' on and like it wasn't pretty. Until it was. 'cause munchies. But whatever, I snuck away with my brownies, and I might have probablly...well. I need to get someone underwear." said with a serene smile, the halo nearly visible. (no. just no.)

The lioness huffs, a faux affronted look upon her features, "That, is the height of hilarity!" she crosses her arms and pouts, letting up the moment Maggie's giggles are heard. "I'm amazing! So yes, it's funny." she looks at the jaybird and grins, eyes shinning sliver.

"Yes. Lets!" she beams and throws a can to her birdy-buddy. Cracks one herself and opens the plastic, grabs a chocolate goodness wrapped in soon to be awesomeness, she tosses the baggie to Maggie. "...there's a vending machine here right?" Munchies. A serious problem.

[Echo]

"I'll try." she says, agreeing quickly. "They were just sooo preettty." she drools a little. "Aaaand we has edibles." she says with a smile before snorting, "Think I need to-to innnnnn-mer-vests. Ya. That in expensive pairs. 'cause then I'd be like, nope. Ma espensive fabrics. Mine!" she says making grabby hands in the air.

"We are totally gonna haveta. I mean. Come on!" it was obvious really.

The Lioness cracks her own can, gulping as much as she could before she felt her lungs screaming out for her to breathe. "So..." she huffs out between breaths, "We....gon...nna....gonna...do it?"

[Echo]

Kicking off the flip-flops she'd worn out this time, Echo shakes and wiggles her leonine toes, balancing on them is easy even if she's drunk off her ass. "Bee-caa-huu-zzzz!" she articulates, her argument sound.

Giggling she flings herself onto Maggie's bed. Tearing her plaid shirt off and flinging it onto the other bed. She shakes again and feels glass and sand settle. Glass clawed hands snake through her blond locks and shake them out. "So. I gets-" she stops, sliver sharp eyes cross for a second, "Gots the right cider. Like I was suuuuuper tempted to grab a pear-" she snickers, "But you was like, I needs the apples, and I was like. Yes. Got it. So, I gots it? Right?" she asks, suddenly serious. Fangs nibble on her lip before she distracts herself with another sip, then a frown because she needed a new can.

With a sigh she gets up, padding over to the case and picks up the whole thing so bring it to the bed.

"Okay. Okay. Cool. We're gonna do this. Cool. Yeah. Okay." she gets out nearly in one breath. "So. Hard nos?" she asks, because it was probably important.