Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150612175511

If there was such thing as a formula for pleasant dreams, drunkenness, a Crash Cart, residual heartbreak and running a master-tier con game was not it.

A masquerade ball, ''in some kinda huge cathedral. Lots of people here, hundreds even. I feel like they all look familiar, but I don't recognize any of them. And then I see her. I can't tell who she is, but I need to follow her! I rush onto the dance floor, dodging a number of couples. I can only catch a glimpse of her every other second, but it's enough to follow a trail. At least until the floor ends and I'm fallingfallingfallingfallingfallingfalling...''

Azulius's eyes flew open, glad to realize that he wasn't actually falling to his death. He was still on Hitori's couch, which was still on the ground. Probably for the best he didn't ask to use a hammock.

Hearing the knife drop to the floor, he sat bolt upright, grabbing and loading Roaring Moxie as he went. Since the new intruder and Hitori were hugging, it was safe to assume that he was not a serious threat, at least not to Hitori. Starting to feel a little awkward, he spoke up.

"Should I leave you guys alone?  I can get breakfast in town, it's no trouble."