Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-13593058-20170109030906

As Gillian finished his explaination the party heard the slight jingling of glass from behind followed by the snap and venting of gas. Turning around, they were greeted by Memories, still burdened by her gear, standing in front of the refridgerator and holding a fizzing bottle of ice-cold beer.

She took a look at the crew, then back to her drink, and comtemplated how she could take much sought after sip without removing her blank mask.

"Listen to him." she waved hurridly before leaning onto the kitchen table.