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[twiststheblade]

Miho is mostly unarmed, for once, but today she is wearing something she hasn't been seen in for a while.

Yup.

Rollerblades.

Joy.

Don't worry, she won't knock you flying. Honest. She's good.

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[song_tra_bong]

The lady has wheels.

Mary Anne watches appreciatively from her seat atop a nearby table. (Nothing wrong with taking a few precautions, after all.)

[twiststheblade]

She does, yes. Wheeee!

She sprays to a flashy stop by the table.

"Hi gorgeous."

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey, sweetness."

She glances down at the rollerblades. "Nice footwear. And footwork."

[twiststheblade]

That gets a pleased smile - although whether in response to the term of affection or the compliment, who knows? She perches a hip on the edge of the table, and wrinkles her nose.

"How ya doing?"

[beyond_therest]

Shit. Roller blades. Normal rollar blades. I haven't touched a pair of those since I was sixteen. It's like a yo-yo though, it's never loses it's amusement quality.

"Rollar blades."

Inhale and a sip of the rum.

[twiststheblade]

Neat stop.

"Yeah."

Miho eyes the other girl. Cute.

"I'm Miho."

[beyond_therest]

"I'm a stranger. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"

Exhale. My eyes glued to the rollar blades. She doesn't seem creepy. Anyone cool enough to bring rollar blades in here gets love. Pausing just long enough to see a little reaction to the first statement and then, I smile.

"Just kidding. Wendy."

Inhale.

[twiststheblade]

Pff. No-one tells Miho what to do. Well. That's a lie. They do, she just decides whether or not to listen.

She grins.

"Yeah. I never listened."

[symbiote_venom]

Psh. Good is so out of style. Bad is where it's at. It's what all the cool kids are doing these days.

"Nice wheels." Eddie comments, feet resting on the table he's sitting at. Manners are also for uncool kids.

[twiststheblade]

But of course.

Miho tips hm a little salute as she flashes past.

"Hey," tossed over her shoulder. Don't worry. She's coming back.

[symbiote_venom]

Oh good. Eddie was starting to feel so abandoned.

Cough.

"You're a public menace having those in the bar, you know."

[twiststheblade]

Wheel.

Swerve.

Flip off a conveniently placed table.

"Am not."

[originalmarvel]

A teenager admires her blades.

"Nice wheels!"

[twiststheblade]

"Thanks!" She sprays to a halt.

"Still want a skate-rug like Steph's, though."

[originalmarvel]

"I know someone who could hook you up. If you like, I can ask him? he likes making stuff that will be used. He doesnt get out much."

he grins, thinking of his alter ego, Captain Marvel.

"I'm Billy, by the way. Steph's..."

he fumbles to a halt...

"Ah... her... friend."

[twiststheblade]

Ooh! Bright shiny eyes.

"That would be cool."

Such a teenager.