Post by Sunaho on Oct 23, 2019 21:39:51 GMT -4
Nothing like a night on the town to kick one's shoes off.
Of course, for Sunaho and her Dust Devils, that usually involved a bit more than just drinks at a dive bar. That was one aspect to it, but it was after being kicked out of said dive bar where things got a bit dicier. In the dead of night, her gang of hooligans stumbled down the street, half of them sloshed and the other half tipsy at the least. Sunaho fell in the latter lot, snickering at her more intoxicated men.
After a day of hitting the auction, kicking back and raising hell in the streets just seemed right to them. Boisterous laughter broke out in the quiet dark, flickering street lights shining inconsistent their obnoxious behavior. Sunaho herself lead the pack, though they didn't get up to too much trouble until she spotted a pretty tempting looking storefront on the side of the street. Some kinda expensive clothing outlet, thick fur clothing just beyond the windows.
"Fuckin' hell, can you believe people buy this kinda shit?" The woman lamented with a slight slur to her speech, looking at her own dusty old bomber jacket. Hell, maybe she could use an upgrade. "Y'know, it's kinda shitty how they make it, but fuck it, it's dead anyway now." Her boys chuckled heartily, as Sunaho reared back her arm and let her fist turn into a sandy clump, before she smashed it into the storefront window. Probably triggering an alarm, but hey, they had time to fight off a few cops if it came to it.
Stepping over the broken glass, she picked up one of the thick fur coats, scoffing at how gaudy it was, and tossing it onto the street. On second thought, she'd stick to her jackets. "Have at it Devils, they won't miss this shit too much. People will pay more than we spend on food for it, I think they'll be fine if they miss a few things." Her Dust Devils didn't need to be told twice, many of them quickly rushing into the store to pick it apart, heading for the cash register too just in case they hadn't emptied it. Some went through the back rooms, all in all, making big mess of the place.
The tipsy Sunaho waited outside, breathing in the cool air. It was times like this she enjoyed being already on the wrong side of the law. With little to lose, nights like these became even more fun than normal. The chaos and noise they created couldn't be stopped if they fought back, or so she thought. Truth was, the night was about to get a lot stranger. Questionable animal cruelty was already being tossed around thanks to her boys raiding the store, it was about to get even more questionable when one of her men drunkenly exclaimed his disbelief at seeing something walking... Or rather, waddling, towards them.
"Heyyy, boss... Is that a fuckin... Penguin?"
It was. It was a fucking penguin.
Of course, for Sunaho and her Dust Devils, that usually involved a bit more than just drinks at a dive bar. That was one aspect to it, but it was after being kicked out of said dive bar where things got a bit dicier. In the dead of night, her gang of hooligans stumbled down the street, half of them sloshed and the other half tipsy at the least. Sunaho fell in the latter lot, snickering at her more intoxicated men.
After a day of hitting the auction, kicking back and raising hell in the streets just seemed right to them. Boisterous laughter broke out in the quiet dark, flickering street lights shining inconsistent their obnoxious behavior. Sunaho herself lead the pack, though they didn't get up to too much trouble until she spotted a pretty tempting looking storefront on the side of the street. Some kinda expensive clothing outlet, thick fur clothing just beyond the windows.
"Fuckin' hell, can you believe people buy this kinda shit?" The woman lamented with a slight slur to her speech, looking at her own dusty old bomber jacket. Hell, maybe she could use an upgrade. "Y'know, it's kinda shitty how they make it, but fuck it, it's dead anyway now." Her boys chuckled heartily, as Sunaho reared back her arm and let her fist turn into a sandy clump, before she smashed it into the storefront window. Probably triggering an alarm, but hey, they had time to fight off a few cops if it came to it.
Stepping over the broken glass, she picked up one of the thick fur coats, scoffing at how gaudy it was, and tossing it onto the street. On second thought, she'd stick to her jackets. "Have at it Devils, they won't miss this shit too much. People will pay more than we spend on food for it, I think they'll be fine if they miss a few things." Her Dust Devils didn't need to be told twice, many of them quickly rushing into the store to pick it apart, heading for the cash register too just in case they hadn't emptied it. Some went through the back rooms, all in all, making big mess of the place.
The tipsy Sunaho waited outside, breathing in the cool air. It was times like this she enjoyed being already on the wrong side of the law. With little to lose, nights like these became even more fun than normal. The chaos and noise they created couldn't be stopped if they fought back, or so she thought. Truth was, the night was about to get a lot stranger. Questionable animal cruelty was already being tossed around thanks to her boys raiding the store, it was about to get even more questionable when one of her men drunkenly exclaimed his disbelief at seeing something walking... Or rather, waddling, towards them.
"Heyyy, boss... Is that a fuckin... Penguin?"
It was. It was a fucking penguin.
