Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140703144312/@comment-7497475-20141106111815

This gave Wynne pause. He considered his path to bartending had been a certain one. No matter whatever had been in store for him.

"Yes. It certainly does."

Vermont was suddenly giving her a bad vibe. Why, she did not know. Something about what he had said stirred up a thought that didn't belong. A tiny spec of anger creeped into her mind. Crushing the idea before it took root once more, Wynne's emotions faded as quickly as they had peeked out.

''Why does that surface? He is nothing like the man in front of me.''

"I once knew another man that said something similar to that. I can't say what he was walking towards is quite the same thing as what you have reached."

Closing her eyes, her chin came down to rest on top of her hands. Vermont was still giving off that nasty aura, but now Wynne knew it was she that was the problem, rather than the bartender next to her. A history steeped in bad blood and violent encounters.