[12/13/2015 10:27:20 PM] ami bo bami: The facade began to break down as the haze of conversations with no words recalled filtered from the void. He grunted, head sore from the strain then kneaded at a temple. "Who are you?"

When they make eye contact again, he isn't sure whether to turn on him a sharp slivered eye or something softer. Syd settled on caution, carefully shifting closer for a better look. Near-white eyes that cut through the dark like it didn't matter passed over Wylan,  studying him less like a person, more like prey. He half-circled him, stopped at the others' right. He was tense, poised for attack as he needed to be despite the lack of a weapon.

"I /could/ kick yer ass." Left corner of his mouth curled up by the slightest bit, a challenge. "Brutally."

[12/13/2015 10:37:05 PM] Will: Here we go He thought to himself, some activity starting to fire in the other’s deadened brain. Something had really gotten to him at some point after Wylan had left town and stopped visiting the rings. For his own safety he remained still, resisting the urge to clap an arm around the other and give him them a stupid hug or other weird show of platonic affection. Let the wild animal do his business of recognizing an acquaintance.

He thought this, but didn’t expect the predator-like circling that came immediately after. It felt awkward, and his face scrunched up and resisted laughing. As he spoke, his voice cracked a bit here and there regardless.

“Wylan. Wy. Zephyr. Fuck I don’t know what names I went by with you.” His head turned to the other as they moved to their right, his hold on his expression visibly weakening. “Want me to bend over so you can smell my ass, too?”

The challenge was left to the wind. Wylan had already dealt with one person today and roughing up an old work buddy wasn’t on his menu. Chinese was. Damnit he had a craving. Greasy bar food was next on the priority list.

[12/13/2015 10:52:20 PM | Edited 10:57:44 PM] ami bo bami: Brow perked. At the comment, he shrugged and finished his pass around him, blatantly eyeing his ass. "Sniff it? No..." He said as he walked. He stopped before Wylan, lazy smirk splitting his face and teeth glinted just barely past dry lips. "But you can still bend over, it's worth lookin' at."

Moving on from the remark, he mulled the name. All three had some degree of familiarity. He just couldn't solidify anything. He milked all he could on his own, no walls just gaping abysses where things once were and now he wanted more. Back straightened with his thighs and knees pressed together like he had someone to impress yet everything from the waist up was relaxed.

"There's a bar down the road." He loosely gestured behind Wy, opposite of the direction Sydney had been walking, "We can fill the gaps over a few drinks?"

[12/13/2015 11:03:15 PM] Will: “Har diddily.” He stated bluntly with a smirk at the other’s mild flirting. It was hard to forget his antics in that regard. But Wylan had to remind himself that he left himself wide open. Fortunately it wasn’t in a literal sense or he may be in a bit more trouble. And pain.

“I got absolutely nothing better to do tonight. Some shitty chicken fingers and beers is the best I could ask for.” He smirked, arms folded with the razer scooter resting against his thigh. He kicked it back up, hopping on board his powerful steed. “Lead on, Gobby.”

[12/13/2015 11:18:08 PM] ami bo bami: "Can't guarantee chicken fingers, but hey if y'like peanuts those are everywhere. I myself, am a fan of nuts. Most nuts. Some nuts... Select nuts."

Syd moved ahead, idly scratching at his scalp. The cold was quick to bite at his skin and he just as quick to stuff it back into the pocket of his jacket. The idea of sheltering in a warm bar was inviting, he just wasn't so sure if he could trust himself around all the liquor with money in his wallet still.

He was silent for the first few buildings they passed, no one else still wandering about now. It had to be midnight by now if it wasn't already. Snow had started to fall as well, something he dreaded walking through on his way to home but he had next to no choice anymore. "So... Is a scooter all ya have fer gettin' around?" He eyed it, smile fading into a contemplative frown too slight to tell. "Because if you have a car I'd not turn down a ride up t'ward the hikin' trail later."

[12/13/2015 11:34:15 PM] Will: His brow furrowed slightly before he flipped himself around, a 180 hop before he began to roll slowly next to the other. The clicks and clacks slower, making him bounce the tiniest bit as the small wheels caught themselves in the spaces and cracks. So it’s not that kind of bar, a little disappointing “I will likely eat every single cashew they have if they let me.” He spoke openly, eyes towards the deeper clouding sky as it began dripping cold whiteness onto the world. “Even if they have none. My mission is immediately complete. However sad that may be.”

At the other’s inquiry on his mobility options, he couldn’t help but snort, waving a hand dismissively. “I got a car on the edge of town, in some supermarket parking lot. It’s nothing great but it gets me around. I just prefer this.” He said with a smaller grin, patting the handlebars of his steed. “I’ve got like 10 of them. But uh. Hiking trail? What’s got you going there so late?” He assumed a deal or something along those lines. Maybe meeting up with someone. But still, this late?