Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20141129153046/@comment-24487330-20150401183753

Lan didn't expect anyone to start arguing yet. He stood up and attempted to separate the two girls who had just started to quarrel, gesturing for them to calm down. (He seemed to ignore the part where one of them called him out for poor performance.) "Ladies, please," he urged them, "let's not raise any more of a ruckus than we just did, or else we're prob'ly gonna get jumped again..." If that warning gave them pause, he'd continue, "Now, it seems obvious ta me that we'd do well ta stick together. Just 'cuz we got partners already doesn't mean we can't cooperate with each other, right...? So let's keep our heads up high 'n' our eyes on the prize."

Then Lan would turn to the two unfamiliar girls and gave them a quick bow, saying, "And fer the record, I *am* quite grateful fer the both o' ya comin' ta my rescue like that. I owe ya one big time, 'n' I won't forget it, or my name's not Lance Garfield." He'd follow this up with one of his warm-and-fuzzy smiles, the kind that's hard not to trust.