(see ya!)
"Yeah, of course," Beau nodded, walking next to Vien as the group of Greaser's began down the street. "It's not all that special. Most of the Greaser's just go because there are cute Social girls in mini skirts." He explained, grinning as he looked up at Vien, a rare, light chuckle escaping his lips.
"What's wrong Lisbet?"
"Mikka's leaving. This is the third time, I think." Lisbet started wiping down the counters, her skirt kept riding up and she kept pulling it down, shooting glares at anyone who kept looking at her.
Pop laughed. "He'll come back. He loves you, y'know?"
Lisbet sighed, going over to a table to collect their dishes, "I gave up on that love years ago. I can't keep running after him." She greeted some guests, "How may I take your order?"
(anyone can be the guests that Lisbet is talking to)
"Well, thankfully I have more time to m-make friends than stare at girls in miniskirts," Vien chuckled, walking slowly so as not to accidentally make Beau run after him. He knew his long legs made it sometimes difficult for people to walk next to him
hey can i still join?
(Yeah.)
Beau chuckled lightly and slipped his cigarette between his lips once again as they made it to the diner, the neon lights still shining brightly in the daylight. A few of the older Greaser's walked in first, already flirting with a blonde waitress near the front. Beau shook his head and stuck his hands in his jacket's pockets as he walked after the rest group towards a group of Social girls.
She noticed a few Greasers piling into the diner and she caught sight of a white-haired boy. Lucky? Lisbet smiled, shaking her head. It was fun watching him flirt.
Beau glanced behind him where his brother was laughing with a group of Social girls dressed in bright pink, blue and yellow. He wore his bruises and cuts as if he had won the fight, even though he got knocked out in the first rounds. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Beau turned around towards the group and Vien.
"Lucky?" Lisbet sauntered over, writing pad in hand. "Do you want to order? This place has great milkshakes." Mikka hadn't liked Lucky all that much, but it was probably because Mikka was such a debbie-downer.
"Cheer up!" She'd said to him, pinching his cheek.
He'd frowned in return, rolling his eyes. "I don't like how he acts around you. Flirting. As if you're available."
"But I am."
His face had heated up and she'd laughed. "If you want to ask me out, just do it."
"I don't-you don't-I. . . No, it's not like that. There shouldn't be interaction between our groups."
"Huh?" Lucky said, glancing over his shoulder towards the blonde girl who had walked over to him. "Oh, hey Lis. I'm not taking anything. . . we're just here to talk." He added quickly, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. But, even if he wanted something, it would probably be too expensive and Beau would kill him for wasting money like that.
"It'll be my treat tonight. We're both going through some stuff, am I right?" Lisbet sighed, reaching behind her back and tying her hair up with a rubber band she kept on her wrist. Mikka would come back. He always did.
"A-are you sure?" Lucky stammered, stuffing his hands in his jean's pockets as he looked down at Lisbet, a nervous smile replacing his grin. A few of the Social girls giggled to his side as he shifted in embarrassment, already feeling Beau's stare on his back.
She reached over and ruffled Lucky's hair. "Why not? Come on, what flavor's your fav?" Lisbet retracted her hand, folding her arms. The diner was filled with the sounds of laughing and talking and she prayed the Socials wouldn't show up.
"Oh, uh, vanilla. . . " Lucky answered, his tone shifting to something quieter, as he looked down at his beat-up shoes. The Greaser's shouts continued to fill the diner as they catcalled several girls, their tones slurred from the beer they were drinking.
(Yeah.)
hey sorry i feel like im joining pretty late. do you think you guys wanna introduce a new character or? its ok if you think its bad timing.
"Me too. Come." She motioned for him to follow her behind the counter and she grabbed a cup, filling it with a freshly mixed vanilla milkshake. "How much whip?"
(Yeah.)
hey sorry i feel like im joining pretty late. do you think you guys wanna introduce a new character or? its ok if you think its bad timing.
(It's totally fine. We'd love to have one more character.)
(Yeah.)
hey sorry i feel like im joining pretty late. do you think you guys wanna introduce a new character or? its ok if you think its bad timing.
(It's totally fine. We'd love to have one more character.)
ok cool! when should i introduce it? sorry im asking so many questions im new to this lol.
"Me too. Come." She motioned for him to follow her behind the counter and she grabbed a cup, filling it with a freshly mixed vanilla milkshake. "How much whip?"
"A lot," Lucky finally answered after a pause, leaning over the counter as he looked towards where the Greaser's were. He spotted Beau easily after a few moments, where he was still standing next to Vien and sneaking glances in Lucky's direction. Even before their parent's death, Beau had always been over protective.
(Yeah.)
hey sorry i feel like im joining pretty late. do you think you guys wanna introduce a new character or? its ok if you think its bad timing.
(It's totally fine. We'd love to have one more character.)
ok cool! when should i introduce it? sorry im asking so many questions im new to this lol.
(Welcome then!)
(There's a character template in the front of the RP. Fill that out and then you can slip them into the RP wherever you'd like. Probably in the diner since everyone is there)
Lisbet smiled, spraying as much whipped cream as the drink could handle before dropping two straws into it. "I'm too tired to make another one. Watch over the drinks for me, okay Lucky? I need to go deal with some business." She'd spotted some Socials entering the diner and she needed to tell them about Mikka's departure before they got angry.
Name: Millie Grey
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Sexuality: Not sure
Appearance: shoulder length straight brown hair. bright green eyes. freckles across her nose. 5'3.
Usual clothing: jeans, an old t-shirt, some old converse
Personality: very sweet but slightly shy, kind of a badass, very protective over people she loves.
Group/Gang: she doesnt belong to one yet.
Quirks: when shes nervous she tends to get very flustered.
Backstory: her mom died when she was very young and her father raised her on his own. she just moved to this new town and is looking for friends and a job to help out her dad. her dad is a mechanic and she is great with cars.
Other: she drives an old, beat up, cherry red volkswagon
(Oof sorry for disappearing)
Vien chuckled quietly to himself as he watched Lucky flirt. “I guess he really is l-lucky,” he chuckled as he slid into a booth towards the back out of habit
Millie drove into the parking lot of the diner in the new town. She had just moved here with her father. She stepped out of her car and walked inside. There were a bunch of teenagers about her age sitting around in booths. She walked over to a group of kids. There was a boy sitting there with hair so blond it was almost white. "Hey I'm new here. Is this where the "cool kids" hang out?"
(Oof sorry for disappearing)
Vien chuckled quietly to himself as he watched Lucky flirt. “I guess he really is l-lucky,” he chuckled as he slid into a booth towards the back out of habit
(It's fine. Lmao, I disappeared too.)
Beau sat down next to Vien, resting his arms on the table as he slipped the cigarette out from between his lips. "Yeah, he's much better around girls than me." He answered, a soft laugh escaping him as he looked up towards Lucky and the blonde Social girl. He remembered brother had brought her up a few times at home, but quickly dropping the subject after a few moments.
Vien’s eyes flickered over to Beau. He was actually kind of adorable in the diner lighting. The thought almost stunned him, and he shook his head slightly to clear it from his mind. “U-Um…What’s something good to buy here?” He asked to try and distract himself
(oof, sorry that I was gone for so long.)
"Well, it's known for milkshakes, but everything here is pretty good," Beau answered, his head tilting to the side as he looked towards Vien. His Greaser friends, Walker and Cruz, sat down across from the two but were too absorbed in talking to Socials to acknowledge them. He glanced down at the menu absentmindedly, but knew he didn't have enough to pay.
Lisbet froze as she was walking up to the Socials, heart hammering in her chest. Maybe this can wait. She walked back to Lucky, silently chastising herself. Better if you tell them now.
"Lucky, does your brother need a shake too? What flavor does he like?" She leaned against the counter, rolling up the sleeves of her dress shirt and unbuttoning the first two buttons. "It's too hot in here." She explained, fanning her red face.
