～Furry Island Paradise～

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC: Umf... another thing I don't like doing is holding people back. I'll keep playing, but I am so going to lick Diva's feet when she gets back. X3

IC:

Cassy giggled at the first customer's proposition. "Alright honey, what ever you say!" She smiled at John sweetly and skated back over to Cassidy, taking down his orders. "Steak... medium well... baked potato... side order of chili... aaaand iced tea with lemon!" The feline female jutted his order down with an enthusiastic flourish. "By the way, the nice man over there has ordered a little more than he can chew, and he like, asked if you wanted a free side order of fries and onion rings for being so gosh darn good looking!" She giggled, "My words, not his, sugar! He just says it's for being handsome!" She laughed, tucking her pencil behind her ear.

[Sand'N'Surf Beach Store]

Sean and Prowl had been locked in what seemed to be a friendly (and quiet) fist fight in the store after the coyote had playfully waved a thong at the stallion suggestively. They had found a suitable beach house a while back and were now shopping for something for the horse to swim in, other than his kilt.

Sean had Prowl in a headlock while the coyote's fangs were clamped around the horse's forearm when Sean's phone rang. The coyote got himself out of the headlock and disgustedly picked a strand of horse hair off his tongue while he handed the horse his phone. Sean was notorious for losing things, so Prowl kept his phone for him. "It's probably Shandi. Chill. Start with hello." He coached.

Gulping, the horse fumbled with his phone a little, his huge fingers having some trouble with the buttons, Prowl actually snatched the phone back and pressed the answer button for him before giving it back. "H-hello! Alright then? Sean here!" He greeted nervously.