Crashing the Party! Running Riot at Whiskey Peak!

[Jade]

Harley's grin spread into big, satisfied smile as she nodded her head down at the fuller-figured gal. "Sounds perfect to me! Now then, first order of business..." She took a look around her, planting her hands on her hips once again as she truly took in the ruined bar she was standing in for the first time. "Where the hell are we, and why is this place such a dump?"

"Well, this was my bar," the woman behind the bar, Killian herself, responded to the question with an utterly dry tone, beating the rightfully irate townsfolk to the punch. "This is the town of Whiskey Peak, located on Cactus Island, one of the 'entrance islands' of the Grand Line. And the reason its a 'dump', as you put it, is because YOU WRECKED IT, YOU STUPID OAF!" Killian's voice suddenly shifted to one of rage as her hand went to her hip, posture changing as she lowered herself into a gunslinger's ready stance, training a revolver at the big bruiser who had just destroyed her bar.

As if on cue, several of the would-be patrons of the bar pulled their own firearms on the two young women, a mixture of pure anger and fear plastered across their faces. Harley herself took it in stride - it wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and it wasn't likely to be the last. "Oh. Yeah, I get pretty rowdy, huh? Gararara~!"

They stood like that for a moment - the brute and the surfer surrounded, guns trained on them - before Killian slowly fell out of her stance, leaning her elbows against the bar and rubbing her temples as the revolver dropped to the countertop. "Just... Just leave. Morrison, take these girls to the harbor, give them a Log Pose, and-" She looked up at Harley and Lea, taking a moment to glare at their faces. "Never come back to this island, okay? We'll let you go, but- Never, ever come back."

[The Prettiest Squish]

As expected of the rough and tough maiden in black, she accepted Lea's offer of wanton destruction and fame! The two shared satisfied smiles at each other, confirming their union as the rough beginnings of the Riot Gang! It was an exciting new time for the mad surfer who had spent her entire life in a migratory lifestyle, hopping from island to island and never able to form a long lasting relationship. But this would be quite a memorable experience! On the other hand, there was the matter of a very important question that Harley brought to attention.

Her gleamy green lens scoured over the area before she responded with a clear answer, "Holy shit, you're right! What happened to this place!?" Lea gasped with surprise and clamped hands to her head like she had never noticed such chaos and tumultuous condition since she and the Rioter began their conflict. It was truly a remarkable sight; even the giant cactus was broken apart! How did that happen!!!?? Nobody knew for it was a mystery. Well that is until the woman known as Killian emerged and blamed the two for the mess! How rude of her, Lea thought. They hadn't interacted with this group of people for more than five minutes, such an accusation was uncalled for! 

Regardless, it seemed that they deemed the pair so dangerous that the two needed to leave for good! Lea thought it was quite funny that she had been on this island for less than a day and already she would be forced to leave without properly getting to know the locals. But it was no big deal for her, the ocean was her home and if for some reason the earth shunned her from its coast, she would readily embrace the great blue again. She put her hands to her wide hips and trumpeted with a large stretched grin, "Well anyways, it was great seeing ya guys! Hope you fix that cactus of yours! Otherwise we gotta call this place Half-Cactus Island, hahaha!~"

[Jade]

To his credit, for the third time that night, Morrison stepped up to Harley, pushing his sunglasses down to- "Would you call them moonglasses, if you're going to be wearing them at night?" Harley suddenly suggested, bending over slightly to be closer to the man's eye level and staring at herself in the reflection on those glasses.

Fortunately, the sound of Killian sighing again got her back on track. "Oh yeah, we'll head off. Thanks for setting us up with that posing log, or whatever it was you said," Harley said with a grin, and set to follow Morrison out of the bar. Unfortunately, the oversized woman, for the second time that night, seemed to fail to notice that she just wasn't going to make it out the door; her head smashed another hole through the door frame, though luckily not as large as the first.

The battered Morrison seemed to tune the two girls out as he led them through the wrecked street, who were once again oblivious to the world around them - right up until they had reached the docks, standing in front of a small boat. It seemed to be a glorified sailboat, featuring a small enclosed cabin and a prow in the shape of a three-sectioned bulbous cactus.

"This here's the Whiskey Runner. You two get to use it to get the hell out of here, alright?" The muscular man lifted his sunglasses again, peering between the two woman with beady, bloodshot eyes. He took a moment, plunging his hand down into one of his pants' pockets, and produced a small glass ball with a compass needle dangling in the middle of it, attached to what looked like a wrist band; he quickly thrust it at Lea. "And- here, you seem less likely to smash it, I guess. That's a Log Pose. You follow that, and it'll get you to some other island."

Morrison took a deep breath and one final look at the two before lowering his sunglasses again, and then turned to head back the way he had come. "Don't you try to come back here, alright? We'll have f***ing cannons waiting for you if you try it!"

Harley slapped him on the back as he moved past her, laughing as he stumbled again. "Yeah, we'll stay out of your hair! Take care now, a'ight?" The man glared back at her and slowly extended his middle finger, earning another bout of laughter from the black-maned brawler. She turned back toward the boat, easily stepping into it with a single stride from the dock, and then turned back to work at the ropes that were keeping the Whiskey Runner ashore. "Pretty wild night, huh? So, where do you think that thing is gonna lead us next?"

[The Prettiest Squish]

In stark contrast to how she behaved the entire night, Lea stayed relatively quiet on the way to the docks, taking this ample time to admire her new body. As the three traveled, an occasional ooh and ahh could be heard coming from her tiny hushed lips. If one of them were to look at her, they would've seen her groping various body parts – her arms, her waist, her buttocks, and unsurprisingly her breasts.  The stars from the sky reflected off her own pupils or it could've been her own gleaming exhilaration coming to life in the form of radiant irises. No one could truly answer for the anomaly.

Along the way, Lea recalled a few important things she had left behind in the midst of the confusion and temporarily broke away from the party to snatch her accessories and surfboard from the coast she initiated the fight against Harley with. It did not take long though, with her newly defined legs, the trip took a matter of mere seconds compared to the minutes it would have taken before. She returned with her surfboard under her armpit as usual and looked much more bloated now that she wore her old petite-sized bands around her thick, solid arms. This only served to make her blush from the amount of growth that took place. The man in front of her had no comment.

In time, they arrived at the coast and were faced with a fairly small but reasonably sized sailboat, perfect for the two of them if both did not enjoy sunbathing. She was about to inspect it closer up when the male tossed a device to her unexpectedly. "Ahhh!!" The typically bold broad flinched and held her hands out in front of her face. She could not see what happened but a light tap against her bouncy left boob sent the glass ball flying up to her hand. Lea looked at it curiously to ensure it was okay and replied with a thumbs up directed at the shade wearing douchebag. Because who seriously wears sunglasses at night?

With that being said, Morrison, gave the same warning to the duo they received earlier from Killian which was a plain fat "NO FUN ALLOWED" card – given only to awesome gals who knew how to have a great time! At least, that's why Lea imagined they deserved such a sentence. She honestly couldn't figure out what they had done~

The man left and she waved goodbye as usual before carefully stepping into the vessel with Harley making the preparations to embark to a whole new world! As the surfer boarded the boat and sat her tush into the corner, a question raised up that would need a proper answer. Lea looked to the thing that was claimed to tell them where to head after this island. She had never seen such a thing but considering it was similar to a compass and pointed straight in a direction no matter how much she turned it, it was safe to say that their next destination would be in that area! Blueboobs looked to her partner with fierce green eyes and a wicked little smirk, "I don't know, but wherever it is, let's hope the people there are nicer than these bums!! Now!!"

"OFF TO ADVENTURE WE GO!!!"