It was just a shame that some of the party goers weren’t looking where they were going and more than once did she almost trip over someone or was roughly barged aside by someone who’d had too much to drink. It was annoying and the bunny girl wanted to give them a piece of her mind or more likely her spits but she just about managed to control herself. Her more recent jobs had been rather violent of late and Miranda wasn’t in the mood to cause any more trouble by setting Aquarius or one of the others loose on a bunch of drunken yobs. The only thing worse than being barged aside though was the occasional hand that found itself moving across her body. She hated the fact that just because she was a bunny girl, people thought it was OK to treat her differently and it drove her mad. Her mother had taught her to teach such people a lesson and she was sorely tempted to. Perhaps later.
“Hey! Bunny girl!” A voice boomed, causing Miranda to turn around rather quickly.
Sitting at one of the stations was a young man, surrounded by girls and perched behind a set of neon coloured drums. He was clearly loving the attention he was getting but looked kind of tired. “I need to take care of these ladies for a while. Take over for me OK? Thanks. Bye.”
With that, he and his little troop took off, leaving the bemused Miranda to rather gingerly enter the station and take the drumsticks in hand. She had no experience with drums and was going to walk away but the sight of her seemed to start attracting attention and a small crowd began to form around her. The blue haired bunny didn’t have any other real option and so after taking a few moments to get the tempo of the music, she began to start drumming, causing paint to start flying in all directions, mostly over her. The young men and women seemed to love it though and were soon dancing along to her rhythm, screaming and hollering with joy as she got into the spirit of things. It was actually a lot of fun and as she started to become more confident with what she was doing, the cheers of the crowd continued to grow. The entire station became covered in paint, a dazzling display of colour that any artist would be proud of. She had them in the palm of her hand and chuckling with joy, the paint covered rabbit would continue to play.
(621/4000 Thread WC)