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WHO: Blackarachnia and Thundercracker
WHERE: Some bar somewhere.
WHEN: 3/25; night
WARNINGS: They're Decepticons...the usual badguy stuff applies...well badguy stuff in a bar.
SUMMARY: TC wants to know more about BA so she's telling him.
FORMAT: Para-ish things.
Blackarachnia hadn't excatly gotten off on the best start with her new fellow Decepticon, Thundercracker. Of course when he arrived she hadn't been in the greatest of moods given the failure of their current leader. Now that her mood was a little better she thought that maybe she should try to put in a little bit of effort to get to know him and let him get to know her. After all they were allies, she might not trust him but she needed some kind of footing with him.
The femme changed into something suitable to go out in and quickly made her way to the bar she had given him the address too. It was a place she came to often to make a little extra money in the way of luring drunken me away, paralyzing them with her venom and taking their wallets. The men were always too drunk or frightened to do anything about if they recognized her later. Funny how she'd gone into that bar so many times and never actually drank anything. Tonight would probably change that.
She made herself comfortable at a table toward the back of the bar, watching the door like a spider watching her web.
WHERE: Some bar somewhere.
WHEN: 3/25; night
WARNINGS: They're Decepticons...the usual badguy stuff applies...well badguy stuff in a bar.
SUMMARY: TC wants to know more about BA so she's telling him.
FORMAT: Para-ish things.
Blackarachnia hadn't excatly gotten off on the best start with her new fellow Decepticon, Thundercracker. Of course when he arrived she hadn't been in the greatest of moods given the failure of their current leader. Now that her mood was a little better she thought that maybe she should try to put in a little bit of effort to get to know him and let him get to know her. After all they were allies, she might not trust him but she needed some kind of footing with him.
The femme changed into something suitable to go out in and quickly made her way to the bar she had given him the address too. It was a place she came to often to make a little extra money in the way of luring drunken me away, paralyzing them with her venom and taking their wallets. The men were always too drunk or frightened to do anything about if they recognized her later. Funny how she'd gone into that bar so many times and never actually drank anything. Tonight would probably change that.
She made herself comfortable at a table toward the back of the bar, watching the door like a spider watching her web.