Hey Now, You're a Brawl Star! (A Brawl Stars Story)

Retropolis Epilogue: Something More Than a Gang

Trigger warnings: Swearing, because Jacky.

"Order up! Bibi, quit slacking!"

"Yeah yeah, calm your pompadour bro!" Bibi shouted and stuck a tongue out at her brother, who returned the gesture with an eye roll. The sixteen-year-old slid the tray off of the counter and into the crook of her elbow before she repeated the process with the other tray and took off across the restaurant to go serve another family.

Since she had arrived, things had started looking up for the Trankston-Tsunematsus and Crow.

Both restaurants owned by the family, Bull's Diner and Udon With That, were flourishing. The owners of both were considering expanding, Bull to another building in Retropolis, and Mr. Tsunematsu to another wedge of Brawltopia. He hadn't decided which yet, which was fortunate, because his wife was a real estate agent. The two had been spending quality time together while looking at possible buildings.

Crow was moving up in the gang. He had become one of the higher-ups and had been tasked with expansion. He now operated a sort of retrieval system, to get people into Brawltopia who weren't safe where they lived. Bibi helped him out when she wasn't at her new school or working at Bull's place.

Crow, who had long since retired from the diner, walked in the door, chatting with Jacky. Ever since they helped to renovate the diner, Jacky and her demo crew had become close friends with Crow, Bull and Bibi. Carl had convinced Bull to start serving robot-friendly dishes. Which were more half-dead batteries than anything, but it made the geology robot (and his autonomous friends) happy. It also attracted an... interesting set of customers, including the ever-famous Pam, her family, and the family robot, who Carl had apparently talked about for hours after meeting her.

Crow and Jacky sat down at the counter, still talking.

"It would need to be huge."

"And how do you plan on getting the fucking land for that, bird brain?"

"The first rule of a gang is 'don't ask questions'."

"You're fucking mental." The man at the bar, a young Brawler with liquid, purple-tinted hair, laughed and shot one of his attacks, a drop of his hair filled with bits of shell, at the counter. The projectile bounced off the counter and hit Jacky on the underside of the chin, making her shirt wet.

"I oughta fuck your shit up for that, Grape Juice," she growled in her heavy accent, standing up on the bar stool and looming threateningly over the poor kid. He just laughed again.

"Don't swear, Jacky. There are kids in here." Jacky sat back down with a huff and began digging through her bag.

"Suck a-" drill noises censored the next word- "Beckham," she said, smirking across the counter. She had pulled a small handheld drill out of her work bag, and was now resting it on the bar.

"No drills at the counter, Jacky." Beckham twisted away from Jacky's hands as she lunged at him and went to go serve another customer.

Bull shook his head at their antics and went back to reading orders. He threw three more burgers on the grill and put cheese on two of them, before going to the other side of the grill, throwing a slab of hash browns onto a different burger, putting it on a plate, and bringing it to the window so Bibi could take it to a customer.

"Order up!"

That was when he saw that peculiar group walk in.

There was a man with slicked back brunet hair, but that was about as normal as he got. He was a full head and shoulders above any of his friends, and he was extremely muscular. Bull had no doubt the man could give him a run for his money when it came to strength. Standing next to him was a girl with bright purple hair, looking warily around the diner. While she wasn't nearly as muscular as her friend (brother? cousin? boyfriend?), she was toned, and that was almost as frightening.