#punkbites

Thanks to her befriending a certain someone, Cataleya's taken more of an interest in the local music scene in recent months. There's so many bands she hadn't heard about before, and she's even seen a few play.

Like No Man's Anthem, in this case.

Still pumped from the show, she's decided to wait, hoping to meet the band who had her nearly joining the mosh pit. However, their more dedicated fans got there ahead of her so she's waiting even more. Still, the crowd thins out, and Cataleya can finally approach the three guys.

"Heya!" she says to them once she's close enough. "This is my first time hearing you play live and I had a great time! ...Can you sign this, please?"

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         "--'m never gonna be used ta tha humidity here." Or the constant rain. Much like all the dogs surrounding her as she approaches Jacks, she shakes off her head and hair to try and rid it of the water.

          Her shirt was another story. Wringing it out carefully, she wasn't exactly thinking properly when she exposed her midriff. The odd, ugly scar that adorned the entirety of her torso. Something that covered her body like that, it should have torn through her completely. How it seemed to stop, then start as if there was a gap where something else was, before continuing across. How the scar tissue had formed swirls instead of scarring over normally.

          Nicole hadn't noticed anything wrong until she saw Jacks staring at it. Swearing internally, she forces a smile and waves him off, quickly letting her shirt fall again.

         "--Don' worry none, i's all good."

"Oh y'know! Bouncin' around n' bein' a menace to th' populace or whatevah.~" And escaping existential crisis.

Margaret simply grins and bats her lashes innocently at her long time punk friend. It isn't long though before she's back to making grabby hands at Jacks's blunt.

Oh he was a friendly one, she was truly delighted! Peering up at him, taking in the accessories and outfit he wore, she was a bit curious soul. But it might be a bit rude to pester him right off the bat.

Vanya would burst into full hearty laugh at his little comback, not bad at all she was happy that he was not a fucking poser or shit like that. Without any hesitation she would sit her ass down right next to him and wave the bartender to bring her a beer.

"Daww Rocker Girl Barbie? Are you sayin' I'm pretty sweetheart? " she teased with a smug grin.

"Sure you can say that if a Barbie dyed her hair red, had far too many shots, got shitfaced, broke a guy's nose with headbutt last night, yeah I can fit that lil box " nodding as her beer arrived she did take a big ol' swig from it with satisfied gasp.

"Oh yeah, I can show you my puppies! You gonna love 'em!" He pulled almost all his Pokeballs from his belt, throwing them into the air to release his Arcanine, Houndoom and Mightyena.

"These are Mosh, Ace and Razer. And you already know about Roc." Jacks motioned to the Arcanine, the Houndoom, the Mightyena and lastly to his Lycanroc. The first to approach her, was of course Mosh. His bushy tail was wagging eagerly as he waddled over to her.

Daedra blinked for a moment as she was suddenly presented with a collection of very canine looking Pokemon.

"Big puppies..." she couldn't help but murmur softly. Was she just a touch disappointed they weren't 'puppy' puppies--maybe a teeny bit. But big sized puppies were still just as good in her book~

Especially when the Arcanine made the initial approach.