Rolled 49, 51, 72 = 172 (3d100)
>>5954405>>5954432>>5954450>>5954454"The better question is why exactly you are here at the party." You inquired, choosing to not confirm or deny Yamcha's suspicions. Feigning ignorance wasn't exactly gonna cut it. Especially for someone who can sense ki and you didn't exactly bother to disguise your signature.
"Whose to say? It's summer break, and since baseball season doesn't start next semester. I might as well kill some time going where the wind takes me, no? And the wind says that I should be with the popular people." Yamcha answers, earning the rare showing of emotion from you in response. A rather melancholy, almost despondent expression.
"Oh...really." You mutter softly, going to the snack pantry as thankfully nobody touched it yet.
Picking up on the connotations from the slight change in your pitch, Yancha merely puts his hand against your head for a pat. "I'm joking. Truth be told, Chester brought me here. He needed a wingman to pick up some chicks and be his designated driver. Puar was rather miffed about it but relented in the end once Chester appeased her and me with several tickets to the major league baseball game. We got the whole row for the gang. I was thinking of giving you one later"
"You're welcome by the way." Chester cried out back, making no attempts at subtly or reading the room as the blond-haired broker continued his shit-faced intoxication ritual. You had to admit, that the mayor's son had his hands firmly laced into the pie that is West City. If there's anything to know or get, he was your guy.
"Yeah...that makes far more sense." You respond, feeling better that Yamcha wasn't lured here by Fuller. Much less being an actual womanizer. Chester sure, despite his innate talents as a street fighter, as he was a natural prodigy still had his vices and they were the carnal desires of man. Booze, money, and girls. The big three.
"So, you ready to tell me why you're here, or do we gotta play twenty questions," Yamcha asked, trying to change the subject.
"A big mean dragon with bluish hair whisked me away from my poor sanctuary. Forcing my hand into playing the damsel in distress as they hold me captive here against my will. Thus, I'm hoping to find a noble knight in shining armor who can whisk me off my feet and come to my rescue. And then whom he and I can fall deeply in love with each other." You explain in a flowery yet ye elderly manner as you almost break into a melodious song.
"Ah huh. So Bulma put you up to it huh?" Yamcha remarks, translating your eloquently put story as he wasn't tricked, unlike Chester. Who was about to ask you out in response, only for Yamcha to silently shake his head and shoot him down for you. Earning the classic Chester shrug "Eh, worth a shot"
"Please, Yamcha. You're my only hope." You cried, still putting on the act.
"I knew it was a bad idea to get you into Star Wars." Yamcha laughed, earning a small chuckle from you."But for real, it's nice to see you."
"Likewise."