LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

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One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? Gatecrashers Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

Comments

[spinerip]

But that was before I learned the power of friendship! [Drax pats Rocket's back probably a little too hard.] You will fight him with me!

[beatupgrass]

[Ow that's his cybernetically enhanced spine. At least it's enhanced. That probably would have broken a normal raccoon's spine.] As much as I'd love to shoot that pretty boy in his smug stupid god-face....

[....] ...Shit I don't actually have a follow-up to that. I really wanna do that.

[spinerip]

Yes.

[Drax takes Rocket's disturbingly human-like hand.]

We shall gather Quill and Groot and... [His expression falls.] And no Gamora.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket will now take his hand back.] Yeah, no Gamora, which means no god-slayin'. Too bad.

[Look he wants to murder Blade and he has no excuse not to, but he also likes being alive.]

[spinerip]

[He waves a hand dismissively.] We will find others. Perhaps none here can claim the title of most dangerous woman in the galaxy, but two or three knights may almost make up for her loss.

[beatupgrass]

Okay. Hypothetically, if that were to be a thing we do... How exactly do we pick those people? Hold auditions to see who wants to fill in our ranks?

[spinerip]

We have them FIGHT! [Drax stands again, swaying just a little.] THe one who stands victorious after the battle is the one who is fit to join our ranks.

[Really, what else did you expect him to say?]

[beatupgrass]

[.....]

I don't know why I expected you to say anything different than that.