Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216172248/@comment-26104528-20160321184706

"buh-huh." Forrest affirmed, popping some tums while he was at it.

"So I heard y'all are bikers? check this out." Forrest brought up a picture of a beat-up looking Harley-Davidson Sportster. "I grabbed that thing at the flea market for a few hundred, most of it works. Me and my buddy are restoring her. Just finished cleaning her out this sunday." he flipped to another picture, showing a pile of filthy gray rags and pile of leaves and dirt to the side of the old bike.

"so, any tips? How'd y'all spend you weekend?" He asked with a sip from his glass, try to get friendly with his new co-workers, even if they would be in diffrent departments when all was said and done.

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"Damn Bramley, you trying to start a campfire?" Anise asked as sylvia brought their sandwiches over.

"And how much meat is on that thing?" the purple-haired girl then asked Sylvia. From where she was sitting, that sandwich lokked more like a block of meat with a little bread around it.

"All of it." the Possum grinned as she set the tray down. Despite being in her early thirties, Sylvia still had the metabolism of a teenage guy going through his growth spurt. Maybe it came with the emotional stresses of psychiatric work? Who knew?