THEY'RE BAAAAAACK

[makeitright]

Who: Junkyard Carnival and Poe Dameron
What: WE'RE TAKING YOU
When: Jan 18th
Where: Some random club.
Warnings: Violence and mayhem? Also some sick beats.


The club is small but packed to the gills. Everyone loves getting in on the latest craze before it goes super public and right now that's a band by the name of New Republic eating up the love on stage. There's a free drink policy for the band and they're bordering on drunk but still having a good set.
Well. Were. Having a good set.

Comments

[variaboss]

"We'll give them one along with the dentures for that vocalist I made swallow teeth." Such a causal assessment of violence. "But let me have one for the road, okay?"

Because Xanxus is totally going to snag a bottle of Jack or something from the bar on the way out to the Uber. And hey, at least he's not having to pick up Poe and throw him over one shoulder...yet.

[willnotbeintimidated]

"What the Hell?"

Poe can't help but be a little rattled. After all, this much violence... He couldn't imagine T or any of the others looking for a fight like that. Take it to Twiter and Tumblr, yeah.

But... internet fight. Not fist fight.

He's on his feet at least. Just... a bit unsteady. After all, he's kind of had more than his share of free drinks.

[makeitright]

"Leave now, mad later?"

It sounds like a question, but Fetch tugs at Poe's jacket like it's an order and she may or may not be taking advantage of his wobbliness.

Don't make her pick you up Poe.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Leave now, yeah. Before the BB-8 Brigade shows up to defend Poe's honor. Xanxus--" Luci whisks herself under Poe's arm to steady him. "You got the door?"