PM to join An Exciting Night (Syrah)

[Dex]

This, of course, required immediate examination. Rainbows in a glass was just silly. Dex looked down into the glass, it's soft, pink liquid looking harmless enough. Instead of chugging it all down at once, he took a tiny sip, not wanting to suck up all the rainbow. If he did that, he might turn rainbow colored, and there are some colors that just shouldn't be on a ferret. The liquid did taste like colors in an odd sense. It was thin enough that it could swish around, but thick enough to give it some texture. Close to a foam, Dex half considered what people would do if he wore it as a mustache and beard set. For some reason, any type of foam around his mouth made people go nuts, especially when he was furry. Of course, foam was terrible to get out of fur, requiring judicious scrubbing. However, this really was a rainbow in a glass. And there was only one thing to do with rainbows. Dex took the glass, stood up, and simply swung it in a circular motion in the air, trying to get the liquid rainbow in the air in a ... well, a rainbow shape. "Looky at the rainbow!" Gravity took over within half a second, but that didn't stop him from doing it again, this time having it much smaller because he had less liquid. An idea came to mind, and he stumbled up to the bar, one leg actually dragging like it was totally numb, which it was. Dex kind of did a hopping thing to the bar, where he ordered more of them. "Syrah, lets make pretty rainbows in here! Whee!"

[Syrah Steele]

Syrah laughed at Lewis' reaction. She was so right! Rainbows tasted funny. She didn't like it. So Lewis' new idea was a great one! Throwing the drink made a nice rainbow that she didn't have to eat. Syrah laughed some more as the falling mist fell on her.

Grabbing a glass of one of the newly filled drinks she stood up, spilling a bit of the drink as she tried to steady herself, and spun in a circle. The liquid flew out of the glass and danced in a circle around her.

What the scene looked like in Syrah's mind: Picture a beautiful lady in a long brown skirt and a egg white lacy shirt. She spins in a circle on the tips of her toes, smiling a great, white smile. In one hand she holds a crystal glass, filled with pink liquid. The drink inside the glass spills out and circles round her. The dim light in the bar glistens off its raindrop surface and creates a colorful rainbow that caresses Syrah's body as it falls to the ground.

What the scene looked like to everybody else: A stumbling young girl in a brown skirt and white shirt gets up from her seat where she had been drinking for quite a while. She stumbles as she tries, and fails, to stand steadily and not spill her alcohol. Then she spins in a semi-circle, her drink, which she was just trying not to spill, goes flying and her unsteady feet trip over each other. The drink catches the light of the bar, creating a very un-amusing rainbow, which she just finds wonderful. Then as soon as her spinning began, she trips on her own feet and crashes to the ground.

Laughing she smiles up at her not-so-furry friend. To her that was just fabulous and she gestures with her hands, because her mouth is to busy trying to regain breath, for him to try the fun she just had.

[Dex]

Dex's eyes lit up as he saw what Syrah did. It looked like fun! Dex took two of the drinks he'd just ordered and walked over, wobbily, to the nearest table. There he tried to get a foot ontop of the table, which caused him to stumble backwards. Giggling, he simply ran at the table and jumped on top of it, except his feet slid out from under him when he knocked the other drinks of the patrons there over, spilling the liquid. His own though splashed out partly, with the majority still in the glasses. Grinning at this realization, he rotated and pushed himself up into a standing position, placing himself in the center of attention for the group of patrons that were considering how they wanted to kill him. Dex smiled at everybody before spinning on the top, made even faster with the slick liquid mixture at his feet. The rainbow colors circled out over the 4 akalaks that were starting to stand, before crashing down on them, giving them quite embarrassing hair-do's. They looked up at Dex and growled lightly before all 4 lunged for his legs. Dex, higher up because of standing on the table, jumped up and landing on the various arms that were intending to break his legs. However, arms were not the easiest thing to stand on, and definitely not when drunk the and arms were moving. Dex fell to one side, banging his hip against the edge of the table as his body continued to slide sideways, ending up in face planting into the floor while his feet tried to keep up by spinning over his head, ending in him laying on the floor. The akalaks slid on the table towards him, about to pounce on him in a heap of bodies and generally planning on breaking him. Dex looked up just quick enough to see them about to slide over the edge on top of him. With his brain still slow to compensate, he tried to continue his spinning from when he was on top of the table making rainbows. In effect, he spun on the floor just out of the way of the akalaks. His brain slowly catching up, he realized that spinning wasn't working because he was on the floor. So, the obvious solution was to stand up. So he did. Well, he tried. Still unsteady on his feet, he tried to keep his balance while wobbling around in a small circle. Seeing Syrah, he decided to tell her about his results so far. "Syrah! Big Blue Guys like rainbows!"

[Syrah Steele]

Syrah fell to the ground laughing. "I...Don't" she gasped, "Not rainbows....blue boys!" Syrah held her sides, trying to breathe. But then she saw the four big blue boys go after Lewis. Well, that can't be good. she would have to help now. It always seemed like Syrah was helping poor Lewis.

Getting up, she staggered over to the brawling group. She put one of her hands on one of the Akalaks and he turned around. "Want a drink?" Syrah asked him, as nice as she could, and held out one of the rainbow drinks. Without waiting for him to answer, she spiraled and swung out her drink, like he had before. Not caring that most of the drink landed on the poor Akalak fellow standing before her. But Syrah knew there was no way she was in any danger, this was just directing the angry mob to her, instead of poor Lewis, so he could scurry away.

Laughing, Syrah examined her damage done. One Akalak was wet and mad and the other two were staring at their companion. One of them had a slightly amused expression on his face. Syrah walked over to that one. She giggled, "Would you like a drink? With me?" Syrah asked, raising her eyebrows. "My friend over there, he's just a kid. But you are a full grown man. Surely you would like a drink?" Syrah trailed her fingers on his shoulder.

Her plan was to get all of the attention on her, then, knowing Lewis, he would play some sort of prank that would leave Syrah on the floor, balling her eyes out in laughter.

[Dex]

OOCYou so asked for this. Dex fumbled out of the way of the big blue bodies, who became suddenly much more interested in Syrah. When Dex noticed this though, he couldn't quite tell whether the interest was a good thing or not. We're they blind? Did they not see all these pretty rainbows on the floor? Silly rainbow blue people, not interested in the colorful rainbows on the floor. And another thing. They tried to lay on him! And he did not like being laid on, except for petting hands. But they did not have petting hands, they had hard squishing hands. They needed some serious lotion. And Dex was just the one to tell them. However, as unbalanced as he was, he needed all 4 legs to stand on. With a flash of light filling the bar room for only an instant, Dex resumed his natural furry form. Now the thing left to do was to tell those big blue peoples exactly what they should do,. Mainly, get lotion for their hands. So, Dex set out to do just that as Syrah had them busy. Well, he did feel slightly sorry to steal the attention from her, but it really had to be done. So Dex crawled up the nearest wood stool, scrabbling hard against the polished wood. Eventually though, he did manage to crawl up onto it. From there, he crouched down, placing tension against his back legs, and he lept up to the table surface he'd only just recently departed from. The akalak taking in the most of Syrah's attention had one hand set on the table, leaning over on it. Perfect. Dex scampered across the table and straight up the arm. The akalak didn't notice immediately, due to the alcohol. By the time he did though, Dex was already up on his shoulder, gripping tightly as the akalak squirmed. And there, he began the tirade to the akalak about the status of his hands and his apparent requirement for lotion... all in ferret squeaks. More OOCSorry, did this on my tablet, so some spelling and grammar errors.

[Syrah Steele]

Oh dear, Lewis was indeed scampering up the Akalaks arm. And then proceeded to started angrily yelling into his ear. Syrah doubled over laughing, "They can't understand you, you dweeb!" She shouted to Lewis.

The poor Akalak freaked out. His arm spassmed and he began slapping at his shoulder. Lewis held fast. Syrah continued laughing. The other two Akalaks ran over to their friend and tried prying Lewis off. Syrah got in-between them and gently pulled her friend off and started stumbling to the door.

"Lewis, Lewis," she said between breaths, trying to calm herself down. "These guys are going to beat the crap out of us. We got to go." She knew that maybe they wouldn't hurt her, but she remember Rykanis when he was mad, very ready to kill Lewis. Plus, who knew what kind of trouble the bar itself would accuse them of.

The Akalaks, also drunk, were stumbling after them, but Syrah got to the door first. Running out, she hid in an alley, listening to the angry Akalaks behind her. when they died down she set Lewis down and said ,"what do you want to do now?" She smiled.

[Dex]

Lewis glanced around, sniffing the various alleyway scents while considering Syrah's question. Hmm, what to do, what to do. He perched up on his back legs and turned his head around animatedly, catching a familiar scent. Lewis scabbled out of the alleyway a few feet onto the street, and circled a few times squeeking loudly before stopping and looking up to the dark sky. Howlwing's meow carried down to where they were as she pulled into a controlled glide, extending her silver wings out and slowly coming down to where they were. As she came close to the ground, her paws stretched out and she carried her momentum by walking forward while closing her wings against her side. Howlwing was an all black tabby cat with green eyes. Oh, and silver feathered wings that extended out of her mid back. The wings extended up to her head and then bent back at a joint towards her tail, letting them either extend out in a zig zag pattern or fold together against her body. Lewis touched noses with her gently before scrabbling over back to Syrah and began squeeking. Noticing her smile again, he realized that she did not understand ferret squeeks for what they were. With a small sigh, he flashed into his human form, wearing the cotton undershirt, and leather jacket, and thick black pants. His feet were still bare though, as he had yet to quite understand shoes. His scraggly hair ruffled slightly in the wind as he leaned back to rest against the wall opposite of Syrah. "This is my friend Howlwing!" He said giddily.

[Syrah Steele]

yrah ran out of the alley-way after little Lewis who scurryied along before her. He started squweeking at something in the sky and soon enough a crow descended. Ferrets can talk to crows? Syrah wondered, that was new.

Soon enough the crow came down to the ground and Lewis and it touched noses, they must be friends. Lewis started talking to her in his little ferret voice, then when Syrah smiled at him and he transformed into a person again. He aid his friend was Howling. Syrah was confused, what kind of birds name was Howling?

Syrah went over to get a better.
She screamed and fell down.
Scrambling back she hit the wall of the building and slowly got up, never taking her eyes off the thing. She sidestepped over to Lewis, grabbing his shirt. "What...what is that...that thing?" she asked quietly, taking quick looks at the thing, her eyes wide. Then she proceeded to get behind Lewis, poking her head out to monitor her surroundings.

[Dex]

Lewis looked confused as Syrah freaked out. She screamed and hid behind him, gripping his coat tightly. "Its Howlwing..." He was confused. It was Howlwing. Why would she scream about seeing Howlwing? Howlwing was crouched down, spooked by the sudden noise and movement. Lewis clicked his tongue lightly a few times, coaxing her closer. She timidly took a few steps forward. "See? It's just Howlwing."

[Syrah Steele]

"Well Howling is a flying petching cat. And Howling is freaking the crap out of me and Howling needs to leave before I kill it!" She screamed at Lewis.

How did he not think that this was an abomination? Oh, thats right, he's Lewis and Lewis is one of the stupidest beings on the planet. It was so easy to realize this thing was not natural. This thing was a house cat that could fly. house cats cant fly! Ok? They just can't. Syrah was arguing with herself in her head. She didn't want to insult Lewis, she felt bad after she had, but that thing was...not... not right. It needed to go. Dear Gods, what was it?