See, Hunk isn't old enough to get let into the bar. He knew this, but he still sought to try his luck, to puff out his chest like Lance would've, to try and convince that bartender that he's not just big for his age, he's big and an adult. It didn't work, because he just started laughing awkwardly as soon as he got to the door.
So instead, he's reclined in his shiny new Lion Speeder, legs dangling out over the sides of the cockpit, eating from a giant bag of popcorn resting in the legroom. When he's not glancing towards the bar's door, the windows, or the latest loud noise from within, he's stealing glances from a book that he borrowed from the Curti Library: Memories, The Dream Width, and You.
And if one happened to get close to the Speeder, they may notice the faint but undeniable smell of baked goods wafting from... somewhere. Wh-where is that coming from?! And are those makeshift hammocks in the side-wings?!
II. Sidecars and Cinnamon Rolls
As much as he acted the fool, Hunk was no idiot, so he knew full well that as the night dragged on, like it was now, some people might need a little help getting home. That was why, before he even left his house, he made sure to turn the Speeder's side-wings into... hammocks that sucked you in like bean-bag chairs? Wrapped and reinforced cloth piles that could fit him (he tested!), and should also be able to carry someone who's had a few too many.
With a revving of the space-age engine and the faint, futuristic purr that followed, Hunk gingerly backed the craft a bit away from the door, such that he could easily drive back towards the residential district for what may be one of many trips. And as that engine warmed up more, the smell of baked goods was superseded by the smell of bacon. One has to wonder, has Hunk ever even been around a drunk person? It doesn't matter, he knows how food works and that he can do something to help his friends so gosh darnit, he's gonna help 'em!
Even if they blorf everywhere. Especially if they blorf everywhere.
(( ooc: Of course, other prompts are possible! Just lemme knowwww if you got any ideas! ))
no subject
See, Hunk isn't old enough to get let into the bar. He knew this, but he still sought to try his luck, to puff out his chest like Lance would've, to try and convince that bartender that he's not just big for his age, he's big and an adult. It didn't work, because he just started laughing awkwardly as soon as he got to the door.
So instead, he's reclined in his shiny new Lion Speeder, legs dangling out over the sides of the cockpit, eating from a giant bag of popcorn resting in the legroom. When he's not glancing towards the bar's door, the windows, or the latest loud noise from within, he's stealing glances from a book that he borrowed from the Curti Library: Memories, The Dream Width, and You.
And if one happened to get close to the Speeder, they may notice the faint but undeniable smell of baked goods wafting from... somewhere. Wh-where is that coming from?! And are those makeshift hammocks in the side-wings?!
II. Sidecars and Cinnamon Rolls
As much as he acted the fool, Hunk was no idiot, so he knew full well that as the night dragged on, like it was now, some people might need a little help getting home. That was why, before he even left his house, he made sure to turn the Speeder's side-wings into... hammocks that sucked you in like bean-bag chairs? Wrapped and reinforced cloth piles that could fit him (he tested!), and should also be able to carry someone who's had a few too many.
With a revving of the space-age engine and the faint, futuristic purr that followed, Hunk gingerly backed the craft a bit away from the door, such that he could easily drive back towards the residential district for what may be one of many trips. And as that engine warmed up more, the smell of baked goods was superseded by the smell of bacon. One has to wonder, has Hunk ever even been around a drunk person? It doesn't matter, he knows how food works and that he can do something to help his friends so gosh darnit, he's gonna help 'em!
Even if they blorf everywhere. Especially if they blorf everywhere.
(( ooc: Of course, other prompts are possible! Just lemme knowwww if you got any ideas! ))