The civilians on the street turned to a sudden commotion, a small group of people walking towards a nearby chapel. "
One day who knows?" Hacks shouted, singing along, "
Someday I suppose!" There was a bounce, hop and skip to her walk, earbuds blasting music into her ears. She wasn't aware if her friends were as enthusiastic as she was but Hacks had never been to a wedding. The Red Ravens weren't big on them, and she'd been flying solo mostly since - until now.
Hacks was wearing a metal collar around her throat, a pair of modified glasses and a large high-collar jacket that had four sleeves. Paint was marked over the jacket and the names of various bands were sown into the fabric. A vibroblade rested over her shoulder in one hand, a bowl of noodles in another, a third hand was holding up a datapad as she was on a video call with someone else. She threw a peace sign with her fourth hand, "
Ayo Daiya, 'soz you couldn't make it. No kids allowed. Bummer.." She ended the call.
Hacks turned to face her friends, grabbing a handful of Dyre's collar and tugging at it a bit as she continued singing along to the music, "
There was a place and the name of the place escapes me, when I can't remember it irritates me. Could be I can't remember, could be I choose to not. Let's move the song along and try to find the plot!" She left go of Dyre, quickly slurped up a mouthful of noodles and discarded the bowl onto the street with a ceramic shatter. Hacks sheathed the vibrablade and entered the chapel where the wedding was taking place, "
Yikes, bit late," she whispered to her friends. Hacks quickly led the Darkwire Shadowrunners to their seats.