Leftovers

[Sonnie Wu]

"Just hungry. If I was high, I'd be jonesing for pizza," she nodded sagely to the Summer Queen.

To the Darkling, she smiled with her whole face, "Right, right, it's, ah, Johnny? Johnny! How you doing, Johnny? She looks that good in her undies, eh?"

Despite the hours at the coronation, Sonnie was still energetic, dancing a little in place as she stood and watched the other three fae for a rare moment of silence. The moment didn't last long.

"It might be Winter's reign right now, but Summer sure grew fast tonight, huh?" the monkey commented, referencing both Fawkes and Cole making their first appearances that very evening.

[Circe]

"Yeah sure," Circe nonchalantly writes down one of her contact numbers as if she'd not ignored Fawkes at all earlier, "If ya need ta brawl, just give me a call. I'll summon Sacramento's Summers one and all. And," Circe pauses with a smile, "When ya get the coin I'll tell ya my business line ta recognize when I tell ya the product is ready fer pickup. Unless Cole and I make some, he's another new Summer." Circe would mention Blink but was unsure where she was.

The elf nods to the monkey, "Yes we did, despite some pulling the disappearing act but that's pretty common in this town," the same shrug and smile came back. Circe didn't even fake pout as John played along. Instead the smile became proud. She'd trained him well, "If yer high I'll just be impressed ya snuck it at the party and very much not gonna lend ya keys or a gun. Neither of those are a good combo ta see up close," Circe shakes her head, sending white locks bouncing as she does so. "Ya thinkin' ya might like Johnny ta get ya a meat lovers Sonny?"

The Queen then looks at her newest Summer, "What about yerself Fawkes? Ya couldn't have been at the party long enough ta eat. Howsa 'bout a lil' pizza party ta welcome ya ta town? Oh and hey," blue fingers snap loudly "I can give ya the intro ta our lingo fer talkin' club," Circe makes air quotes, "business in public."

[Fawkes]

After taking the paper, Fawkes flicked the last of the cigarette into the ditch of the road. The Elemental blinked slowly at the invite, unable to detect a hint that the trio found his presence novel entertainment.

They're trying to be nice, idiot.

The lack of other contacts on the sheet and Sonnie's comment allowed the mannequin to slowly connect the dots on why Circe called herself the queen. Learning local slang was tactical, either way.

"Okay."

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie pouted when John refused to divulge details about whatever elven lingerie show he'd previously witnessed, but the offer of food turned that frown upside down. Getting to the monkey's heart was apparently not complicated. One simply journeyed through her stomach. At least, that seemed to be one option.

"Pizza? Like we go to a local joint? Sounds good! I do need to take these leftovers home first, but I can meet you guys wherever, if you want!" She held up her box of buffet food, and then wiggled her eyebrows. "Who doesn't enjoy it when a man brings you meat to love?"