FAIL AND BARF MAXX FAIL AND BARF.
IT HAD TO BE BETWEEN COWGIRLS AND HORSES.Name: Cog
WirlPersonality: This little Cowgirl has always been 'one of the guys'. Her humor style is a bit raunchy at times, and she's not exactly a perfect little belle. Some may call her over the top, but she doesn't care about any of that. Wirl is herself, and that's all she wants to be.
Prompt: Maxwell is feeling decidedly gloomy about HQ, given the increasing lack of customers and the way few of his creations ever seem to pop by anymore – he's even having thoughts of shutting up shop and going back down to the lab home. Just in time for this chipper little lady to lasso her way in and cheer him up! How does she go about doing this? "Well, a lapdance is so much beeeeeta when the strippah is cryin'~"Some cowpokes sang sad songs about love and whatnot. But Wirl had always liked the faux-country tones of the Bloodhound Gang's 'A lapdance is better'. What could she say? Wirl was a right fine girl, though her taste in music always left something to be desired, unless one had the same tastes as her.
"Yeah a lapdance is so much beeeeeta when the strippah is cryin'~"Being the petite little cowpoke she was, Wirl was having some trouble putting up her wonderful handmade signs at a height that tall folk would be able to see them at. She'd wait around and bager a tall-folk, always gettin' the most wonderful flustered looks directed at her little yellow person, and they'd usually be right kind enough to put up her signs.
"Well it give me such a thrill~ When she grinds me against her will~"
The signs for C*cktails, however, were right easy to put up. As easy as fallin' off a log! Yessir, was easier than catchin' cattle or wranglin' horses by a mile!
Wirl had noticed Maxx bein' all sad, almost as sad as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. Bein' the newest one of his 'creations', Wirl had taken it upon herself to get him bein' in a right fine mood again. The signs up top read as such:
"HEY LADIES
ARE YOU PRETTIER THAN A MESS OF SPECKLED PUPPIES?
SINGLE LADIES NIGHT, 8-10
DRESS TO IMPRESS!"
Followed by the address of the place.
Because, after all, what would make Maxx happier than a bunch of pretty girlthings all around, dressed real pretty? Nothing! At least not in her mind. The smaller signs she put around Hytech, and the blocks around it.
"C*CKTAILS OF THE WORLD
IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE YA'LL BEEN HOME.
PARTY AT MAXX'S PLACE.
FOOD WILL BE SUPPLIED.
POOL IS OPEN.
COME MEET YOUR KIN!"
When she was done hanging her signs, Wirl whistled through her teeth and started back home.
"Yeah a lapdance is so much beeeeeta when the strippah is cryin~"