Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-25924729-20160416134359

Scar snorted loudly and turned her back on Ixina, walking briskly to her bar and muttering to herself as she pulled ingredients form the shelf and into a blender, speaking quickly as she went.

“Tips eh, let see… Dalton’s… kinda hard to read. Well he’s not really the most expressive or trusting person, he likes to keep his problems, and his feelings to himself. The trick’s to figure out when he’s fine, and when he’s better left alone. But don’t get him wrong, he don’t do well with people, but he’s a good kid, damned loyal and protective of anyone he calls his friend.”

She recalled her guest's reaction the the drink earlier, and made her choice, expertly selecting choice ingredients for a mild, 2% alcohol orange shandy.

“Truth is, this is probably confusing Dalton as much as you. You’re probably his first serious girl. Sure, he's been approached before, but he's always been too paranoid and emo to let anyone close. But you can't see this yourself, so i'm telling you. The look in his eyes, he sees something in you, something he never showed anyone else before, to me it's nothing short of a miracle.” Scar sighed, a trace of jealousy and resent in her tone.

She returned to the table and thumped the drink onto it's surface, sliding it across to Ixina. "A lot of us think it's about time Dalton settled down, had a good life, with a good girl." she smirked deviously and leaned closer. "Tell me girl, before he gets back, anything you need? Ol' Scar'll make it happen!"