Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20160703085502/@comment-13488655-20160813132740

"We no dance! We fight! We drink! Then fight moar!" The man yelled as her dragged his large muscular tattoed body across the floor. Her was built like a tank and as drunk as a whale in a ocean of alcohol. If his fists wern't going to knock out Wolfe, his breath was the next most lkikely thing to do the trick.

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