It was always a good day when she got to show off her MAD SKILLZ in the department of arcade games: she held a certain nostalgia for the things, having grown up in the sweet 90's and spent so long in similar establishments when she was a teen. Nostalgia of that flavor was always sweet for Roxy, and indulging in it never failed to remind her of the simpler times in her childhood.
It helped that she had learned to kick crane ass ages ago, through sheer frustration and skill piling up to pressurize and pave her way to masterhood.
"Roxy. Roxy Lalonde." The woman in question gave a hearty wink back to the man that had just introduced himself, slipping her palm into his and gripping his hand with no small amount of strength. Grip had to be exercised like everything else, after all. "Trust me, it is ALWAYS a special pleasure of mine to kick crane-ass and help out a cute dude besides." Oooookay, she needed to slam dunk a cork in her gaping gash of a mouth. No need to be a homewrecker, even if Jake there was rugged and handsome in too many ways to count.
(Fuck, his girlfriend would probably be hot too. Why was bisexuality such hell?)
"Man, and here I was gonna let you claim credit and show off!" She laughed, relieved to find that the noise didn't rasp again. "You are SUCH an honest dude, Jakey. Totes not a bad thing, though." Was she—yep, winking sure was a thing Roxy was doing again. "I'm all kinds of down with meetin' your sweet GF, though. Gotta be one hell of a dynamite gal to nab herself a guy like you, huh?" Stop flirting, STOP FLIRTING, clog up the veritable septic shit stream that's hitting on hot peeps—
Well, at least she didn't hold his hand after the shake longer than was socially acceptable. Humming once, Roxy turned herself towards Jake's side and bumped his hip with hers. "C'mon, bro, let's go scope out the other hot gamer chick."
Roxy: unf <3
It helped that she had learned to kick crane ass ages ago, through sheer frustration and skill piling up to pressurize and pave her way to masterhood.
"Roxy. Roxy Lalonde." The woman in question gave a hearty wink back to the man that had just introduced himself, slipping her palm into his and gripping his hand with no small amount of strength. Grip had to be exercised like everything else, after all. "Trust me, it is ALWAYS a special pleasure of mine to kick crane-ass and help out a cute dude besides." Oooookay, she needed to slam dunk a cork in her gaping gash of a mouth. No need to be a homewrecker, even if Jake there was rugged and handsome in too many ways to count.
(Fuck, his girlfriend would probably be hot too. Why was bisexuality such hell?)
"Man, and here I was gonna let you claim credit and show off!" She laughed, relieved to find that the noise didn't rasp again. "You are SUCH an honest dude, Jakey. Totes not a bad thing, though." Was she—yep, winking sure was a thing Roxy was doing again. "I'm all kinds of down with meetin' your sweet GF, though. Gotta be one hell of a dynamite gal to nab herself a guy like you, huh?"
Stop flirting, STOP FLIRTING, clog up the veritable septic shit stream that's hitting on hot peeps—Well, at least she didn't hold his hand after the shake longer than was socially acceptable. Humming once, Roxy turned herself towards Jake's side and bumped his hip with hers. "C'mon, bro, let's go scope out the other hot gamer chick."