Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20140730083349/@comment-24684131-20140731054350

Liath got up, pulling his shades down and adjusting them slightly, covering his eyes completely. He glanced around the cabin; Sans group was to his left, standing by the door to the next room, he couldn't see the girl himself, so he just assumed that she was inside. To his right, he could just about make out the other guy that got invited on the trip.

Liath wasn't sure quite what to make of him yet, he seemed nice enough, but the monocle, cane, and top hat were a strange choice of attire to say the least.

Finally, his eyes settled on the small bar opposite where he had been resting, and found himself looking hungrily at one of the bottles of whisky. Moving slowly, he glanced around again and saw no crewmen near by to fix a drink for him. With a smile, he slid behind the bar and grabbed one of the smaller glasses, filling it with ice cubes before filling a fifth of it with whisky.

Smiling, he raised the glass to his lips, just about to take a sip when the PA blared on again and Aval went over the rules, causing Liath to pause for a second to listen. Smirking especially hard at the first one, he finally took a sip, allowing the liquid to burn its way down his throat as he leaned on the bar, staring down at the liquid in the glass.