Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20160406054941

(Oh, memories...)

The bartender looked over at the ganger and acknowledged he was a fairly sizable guy, at least two of him. He then looked over at Honara whos sleeveless blouse did a wonderful job showing off that swordswoman build.

He moved his hand in the "zip-it" motion, gave Azzie his drinks and went back to work. Given how much it cost to fix thier last club, he was more than happy to keep quiet.

Meanwhile, the ganger was now nursing his drink in one hand and ticking away at a generic connect-3 puzzle game. Still hoping in vain he'd get an answer for his message of some sort.

Even though she couldn't hear a word of what was being said, the fact that Azzie was actually using words to settle something was making her very happy. Seemed every huntsman or huntress in this town had to settle things with violence and her past exes were no different.

The number of times someone got beaten up, just for looking in my general direction...