Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140211071337/@comment-7497475-20140211071921

Walking into Schrodinger's Ursa, Noir went straight to the bar. Leaning on it, she gestured to the bartender.

"Vodka, without your number this time."

Stretching her back out, she wasn't entirely sure why she'd come back to this pub. But she had.

He has good vodka I suppose.