WHO: Number Nine and OPEN WHAT: Having Lunch WHEN: Earlier today WHERE: Hinkles WARNINGS: TBD, probably low STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Pillow fights. That had definitely been one of the stranger things that Madison Valley had done, although also one of the least dangerous. Nine might have participated in one...or two...simply because he liked to fight and he liked to win, but he probably wouldn't admit it for the world. Nope.
Anyway, that seemed over now, and he was still a bit sore about how badly he lost Fight Night. If this place was doing nothing else, it was definitely bruising his ego. Back home, there was hardly anyone who could beat him, and it wasn't like everyone back home was a weakling or something. He'd figure out what he was doing wrong. He had to.
He'd just finished at the gym, and had decided to stop by Hinkles for some food on the way home. He'd winked at some girls (he was pretty darn bad at flirting, but he could pull off winking) and sat towards the back with his back against the wall and his eyes to the entrance. He'd been chased enough times that he didn't want to have his back to people coming in. Not that Madison Valley was dangerous, really, but that wasn't something you can really unlearn.
He grabbed one of his burgers and unwrapped it, taking a big bite. He loved the burgers here, and with his age and how much he worked out, he could eat as many as he wanted.