𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡. 𝐈'𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

"Not as far as you think." Safe to say, Gibbous had a tendency to wander just a bit if she knew her Dah was near. The moment she came beside his leg, she sat back on her haunches and raised her arms to be picked up. The pup was more than happy to settle in against him and show the candy she'd been given.

It only went into her mouth after she was given a nod. A gentle nudge was given to the hand holding his shirt before gesturing to the fox.

"Hm." His ears give an irritated flicker as he looks the other fox over. Guess, it was good that he wasn't far-- but that didn't mean he approved of a little girl being by herself. In a world where Eggman's killer bots roamed the city & country side in literal PACKS, just a few minutes could spell disaster. ...He knows from experience.

And by the look of this guy? So did he. "No problem, lil sis." He regards the toddler with a smile before looking back at her guardian.

"Yeesh. Not even a "thanks, mister!" ?? Kids these days.

              ❝ Bay Breeze, make it TWO. ❞ She gave the cute waitress a wink, as she turned to the table and leaned against it. Her arm flat on said table while her other arm rested under her head, her index finger idly trailing along the exposed top of her chest. His question brought a smirk to her face, already we were phishing huh ? Cute, not even to let her get any alcohol in her system, she took note of that in her mind.

His ears flicker once then stop. Her body language, her voice---smooth as a butter on a stack of french toast. If she WAS lying to him, then she was pretty damn good at it. A thought that both terrified and aroused him. What was the beauty of a woman if not her mystery? Hopefully this one just doesn't get him nearly killed.

"The thought of you takin' orders in a pencil skirt is quite appealin' babe. Hope your boss don't mind if one day you're caught working "over time"...off the clock." The waitress returns around this time, a bit flushed & surprised at overhearing their conversation. Flex takes his drink, takes a sip & grins at her accusation. "Mama, you know exactly what I like ta' hear..."

"But afraid ya got me pinged the first time, I do-- tech work." In Flex's experience the best lies were the ones with a HINT of truth sprinkled in. He wasn't exactly lying...he was a technician. ...Just the kind that handles bombs & other devices of mass destruction for the government. Oh yeah, and a spy on occasion.

❝ —Hey, I've been meaning to tell you, can you quit talking to me like I'm 12? I'm turning 17 in a couple months. ❞

Do to his Beastling biology he actually ages more like a human and less like a dog.

Point is, he feels like he's being talked down to by Flex, and not respected as the precocious young man he is.

"Ooooooh shit. Look at you. Bark & Bite." The teasing grin & tone was just something that Jingo was gonna have to get use to, Flex was Flex at the end of the day. "Well, shit, Jingo. Don't get me wrong, you're still 'Lil Bro' but...I peak the vibe."

He leans back with his hands up. He appreciated the teen for speaking up for himself⸺and Flex was no stranger to the annoying feeling of thinking no one takes you seriously. He liked Jingo, so he wasn't going to do him like that.

"Ayyyyyeee. Pony gang! And lucky you, I do." He removes a hand from his hoodie and produces a carrot for the blue pony to eat. Honestly, a talking pony was the most NORMAL thing he could hope for all things considered.

"Yeah, gesundheit." He didn't know what the HELL an "Equestria" was, but it sounded bomb as hell. They got fricken TALKING PONIES and shit! "Chat approved on that one, G. Me? I move around alot-- you might catch me on the West Coast, maybe tearing it up in Central City or Station Square. -- "

              ❝ BIG, huh ? Don't set yourself up to FAIL, handsome. Hope you're prepared to BACK THAT UP. ❞

Rouge's hand ever so SOFTLY grasps the male's, success, looks like her night isn't gonna be BORING at least. Her expectations were rising, Flex was gonna have to put in WORK, she wasn't an easy girl to please. . .

⸻ Never a dull moment in the Empire City. A known fact that Flex was planning to take full advantage of during this venture.

The one thing on his mind: Don't fuck this up. This was the baddest chick he's EVER seen and he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingers if he can help it! First thing's first-- he promised drinks, so a drink she'll have. There was a certain spot he knew---a little pricey but hey, she was expecting the best was she not? They get in without any issue, it was Mobian owned spot after all.

"Just a lemon drop for me---and anythin' the lady wants." He leans against the table, his chin resting in his palm as he catches his reflection in those sparkling blue eyes again. 'Rouge.' ... Her name kept repeating in the back of his head. He KNOWS he's heard it somewhere before. ...

"Pony." the blue pony instinctively replied, not out of anger but intrigue. "Well, Earth Pony to be exact. As for the carrot... sure, why not? I could go for a snack, unless you don't have any."

"Ayyyyyeee. Pony gang! And lucky you, I do." He removes a hand from his hoodie and produces a carrot for the blue pony to eat. Honestly, a talking pony was the most NORMAL thing he could hope for all things considered.