[Metroidhunter]

In a shocking turn of events, the room that Vivian resided in was nearly silent. The only noises that could be heard were the occasional whirs of motors as the rabbit girl poked at the opened up interior of the shiny, metallic arm that lay on her desk with a screwdriver. Each time she poked it, the hand gripped slightly, proving to her that the prior issue had been resolved. While doing this, she sat in a wooden chair with another pulled up a few feet in front of her to rest her crossed legs on. As for her upper limbs, only her left arm was present, the right being the aforementioned prosthetic that lay on the table. The sleeveless tank top she wore exposed the empty socket connected to her shoulder where her arm would usually be attached, but seeing as nobody was around at the time, she didn't exactly care to cover it up.

The powerful metal arm had taken many beatings just fine in the past, seeing as it was designed for combat and heavy lifting. Oddly, and seemingly for no particular reason at the time, it started malfunctioning earlier that day, costing her the spar that she had been in the middle of. After getting on and off of the phone with her father a few times while messing with it, they had finally found the source of the problem, managing to get it resolved rather quickly afterwards. Now, she was simply testing it to make sure that it wouldn't let her down again anytime soon. Satisfied with her results, she set the tool down and shut the panel on the prosthetic before lifting it up with her free hand. She brought it to her other side and pushed it into place, holding it for a brief moment to make sure it was connected properly before letting go. With a light hum, it came to life, raising and turning as she closed and opened her hand a few times. "Perfect!" she said to herself ecstatically, grinning all the while.

Now that that was finally over, she let both of her arms hang free, leaning her head back in the chair. One, two, ten seconds passed. After less than a minute, it occurred to her that she had another serious issue... Extreme boredom had already set in. With a groan, she climbed out of the chair and hopped onto her bed, grabbing her scroll. Maybe if she were lucky, she could find someone to hang with that she wouldn't have to wait hours to meet up with. The first that came to mind was her freakishly tall friend, Michael. They had met less than a couple of months ago, but had really only gotten a few occasions to spend time together. Part of her was eager to at least see him again. He probably had better things to do, she assumed, but there was always a chance. Opening up her messages, she sent a few short ones his way within a few seconds of each other.

'yo mike'
'we should chill, im fuckin bored'
'you down?'

Once they were delivered, she tossed the device about a foot to the side, deciding to lay face down until he either responded, or she passed out. Not like she had anything better to do in the meantime, anyway.

[Mikelobmike]

The soft sound of snoring could be heard on the upper floor of Michael's house. The big guy was enjoying a somewhat restful nap that afternoon when the sound of his scroll beeping several times in quick succession caused him to jolt awake. Picking the scroll up and squinting to read it, he saw the messages left for him by Vivian. With his evening plans nonexistent, he found no reason to say no to her offer.

'Yeah, sure. I will meet you at the docks in a little while.'

Michael quickly changed clothes, choosing a light blue button-up and dark jeans. Grabbing the keys from the kitchen, he smiled as he got to pilot his newly-finished pet project.

[Metroidhunter]

It didn't take very long for the scroll to buzz, her ears perking up as she heard the noise. Giving a brief glance at the screen, she then hopped up and got out of bed, glad that her boredom was going to be dealt with relatively shortly. First, she found a pair of shorts to put on, before grabbing her usual neon pink jacket. Realizing that she did wear that a little too much, she quickly tossed it aside and went with an equally bright orange variation of the same type. Good enough. Chances were that they wouldn't be going anywhere too fancy like the first time they went out for food, so she didn't feel the need to dress well. Hell, even if they did, she most likely would have stuck with casual clothing anyway. After tying up her hair in a bun, she grabbed her scroll and headed out the door, making her way towards the docks.

Vivian was mildly surprised as she walked outside, not realizing just how much time she had spent working on her arm. It wasn't night yet, but it was decently late in the afternoon, and probably not the best time to ask someone to hang out. Oh well, she thought to herself. After all, he agreed to it anyway, so he obviously didn't care much. After some time, she reached the docks and plopped down on one of the benches, expecting him to show up eventually in one of the regular airships.

[Mikelobmike]

The airship slowly descended, gently gliding over toward an open dock about 100 feet from Vivian. Painted in a striking black and gold color scheme and pasted with the Vaktar crest, the airship was easy to spot among the normal grey airships. Michael came down with a decently soft landing, especially given his experience.

Hopping down from the pilot's seat, Michael admired his new aircraft. "Good as new." he said before walking toward Vivian.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian watched each airship that landed, attempting to look for Michael somewhere in the crowds. After all, that wouldn't usually be hard, as he stood a few feet higher than the average person. And yet, she didn't see him at all each time, disappointing her each time she checked. It wasn't until the quite obviously customized airship neared the docks that she realized what it was that he was doing.

Rolling her eyes, she stood up and stretched a little, making her way towards where the airship had landed. It was quite obviously Michael's, judging by how fancy and overdone it was. Her suspicions were confirmed as she noticed him stepping out of it. With a grin, she started to skip over to him, eventually stopping a couple feet away. Even from that distance, she still had to look up at him, as he towered over her quite a bit. She gave him a short wave before holding her metal hands together behind her back. "Hey~!" One of her hands came forward again, her finger extending and pointing at the aircraft behind him. "Do you really need to be that much of a showoff?"

[Mikelobmike]

Smirking and leaning against the aircraft, Michael felt a smug satisfaction that she immediately assumed that. "Hey, what's the point of having one of these if you don't use it. Now hurry up, I don't actually have clearance to be here, so we gotta go." he said, his smirk quickly falling as he realized he could be in big trouble for unauthorized landing.

Turning around and quickly hopping back in the pilot's seat, he re-started the engines. He quickly got preparations finished for takeoff, not wanting to figure out what happens when they see him out on the docks. He reached behind the seat, grabbing both his headset and another one for Vivian. Admittedly, his looks like it could fit around Vivian's waist, but it fits him nicely.

[Metroidhunter]

Raising her brow as he casually mentioned breaking some serious laws, Vivian placed her hands on her hips, actually frowning at him for once. While lots of things that he did were amusing to her, getting involved with the law was most definitely not one. "You couldn't just take a regular airship like a normal person, could you? It'll be a miracle if you don't get sent some kind of fine. Or worse, shot out of the sky." She took the headset and quickly climbed into the back of the ship, yelling out to him as she did. "I'm going to sit back here so I get in less trouble once you get arrested." With that, she moved to lay down on the seats, trying her best to get mildly comfortable as she put the headset on herself.

[Mikelobmike]

Michael shook his head as she voiced her concerns. "We'll be fine. You worry too much." he said through the headset. The airship's engines fired up, lifting the ship off the ground and quickly taking back to the sky. The ship flew away from beacon, heading back toward the city. The sky was clear and the sun was beginning to set, leaving a picturesque view of Beacon behind them.

The inside of the airship was less polished than the inside. While the seats were leather and comfortable, they didn't seem to match the rest of the airship. It looked as if the driver's seat was ripped out and replaced with the way it sat farther back than it should. And the seatbelts for the back seemed to be designed for different seats.

[Metroidhunter]

"I'm, like, almost never worried. That's why you should be." As they took off, Vivian nearly fell off of her seat. Maybe sitting properly would help prevent any sort of disaster. She moved to sit up and leaned back against the seat as one should, though oddly enough, she still decided against putting on a seat belt. They looked to be too uncomfortable to be worth it, really. While that train of thinking wouldn't make the slightest bit of sense to any reasonable person, Vivian was not one of those people.

"So..." The girl spoke to Michael through the headset, thankful that she didn't have to yell out to him instead. "Where are we headed, anyway?" Even though she had asked him if he had wanted to hang out, she never really came up with any sort of plan as to what they would do if he said yes. In hindsight, that may have been a poor course of action.

[Mikelobmike]

"Well, I have just received a shipment of Atlesian brandy I was hoping to  try. Want to hang out at my house?" he said. He was already flying toward his house, mostly because he had no other place to park the airship. The flight was especially short due to the direct route and lack of other air traffic in the direction they were going.

The sunset was getting into full swing as they approached the district of Vale where Michael resided. The taller buildings cast long shadows across the various neighborhoods as the ship flew overhead. A fiery orange glow enveloped the rest of the houses, setting the city ablaze in sunshine.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian nodded, not that he could tell. "Sounds like a plan." Even though she agreed to it rather quickly, doubt began to creep into her thoughts. Drinking had the potential to be a fun social activity, but at the same time, she knew that that also wasn't always the case. Having super powerful arms was a blessing when it came to most of the things that she did, while it became more of a curse whenever she was intoxicated. The last thing she wanted was to break something expensive in his home. In addition, getting past a certain point tended to result in her becoming much more obnoxious than she already was.

Of course, if they did end up drinking together, moderation was possible. Really, it was necessary if she didn't want to upset Michael in one way or another. She kept reciting that idea in her mind, not wanting to eventually forget about it. 'It'll be fiiine. One or two glasses should be fine. Then I can just... chill.' Once she felt that it was burned into her memory well enough, she began to relax in her seat, waiting for them to arrive at the destination.

"I guess you're sorta-kinda like, a booze aficionado, then?" she asked through the microphone, starting to wonder to herself what he would be like when drunk.

[Mikelobmike]

Michael brought the airship down for a landing, the airship taking a massive chunk of his backyard. The engines took a few seconds to finally slow down, the air taking on a somewhat awkward stillness in comparison. "Um, yeah. Well, kind of." he responded, taking off his headset after a brief second. "Considering how much I can drink, I tend to be able to sample a lot. And I've got a bit of pull within the company. I've gotten a lot of bottles mailed to me. Easiest way for me to test quality is to try it myself." he said, stepping off the airship and landing  in the grass below. He held his hand up to help Vivian off the step. "Need a hand?"

[Metroidhunter]

"Thanks, but I've got two." Giggling after she said it, Vivian hopped down from the airship before stretching a bit. "I'm kinda surprised. Didn't know you could fly anything." She looked up at him with the usual grin on her face, waiting for him to make his way towards the house. "Any other strange things you can do that I'm not aware of?"

[Mikelobmike]

"I guess that's for me to know, and you to find out. Or something like that." he said, walking to his back door and holding it open for Vivian. "I mean, when you're in the liquor business, you have to know your stuff."

The house was almost the same as when she visited previously, the only exception being that his kitchen counter was hosting a line of bottles. Each with various fancy labels and designs, spread across the counter like a police lineup. At the end, a clipboard could be seen hanging slightly off the table. Clearly, this was all set up previously for a tasting.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian went through the door and thanked him as she walked past. Taking a look around, she noticed that not much had changed, which was a little disappointing, but understandable. Spotting the bottles in the kitchen, she made her way towards them, entering the room before leaning against the counter slightly to study the labels. While she certainly was no expert on alcohol, it definitely looked like high-quality stuff compared to the stuff that she drank.

Turning around, she now leaned back against the counter, looking up at him. "Which one was it again that you wanted to try? And also, how hard is this stuff that we're talking about? Because something tells me you're going to be able to have a lot more than I am." As she said it, she raised one hand to the top of her head, making a simple gesture in reference to her height.