What looked like a young man with long wine-colored hair was about to push the droid with his shoulder before she talked to him, clicking his non-existing tongue before his foot began to tap the floor. If you focused on the sound, you could hear the thud being too loud and heavy+
+ floor to find a patron worth mingling with. She sashays slowly, taking her time to observe which kind of crowd tonight brought in.
โToo skittish. Too relaxed. Hm. Heโll do.โ
The android thinks, before cutting in front of his path.
โFirst time in?๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
Asks-she, sweetly.
The rider uses holographic technology to disguise himself as another customer while he pushes through anyone on the way. He doesn't want to risk starting the carnage in the middle of all these people.
Said management had a bit of a trouble with a distant neighborhood who refused to stay quiet when they kept dumping carcasses on their concrete lawn.
They fixed the problem the only way they knew how, but not without the spirit hearing about it.+
In the interest of continuing to take peaceful, albeit ๐๐๐๐ gigs, Afro Droid II is back dancing on a pole. Sheโs only worked at this club once before, but itโs fallen under different management by now.
๐๐ก๐ // still need help with money! i have an interview today but idk if i have enough gas in my car to drive there and i only got $2 in my cashapp. if anyone would like a $5 or $10 commission you'd be helping a lot and assisting me in getting a job so i can pay my bills ^^