Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20160123041732/@comment-24617443-20160124004549

"Ugh, why do I have to get another dust lesson? I'm pretty sure that I already know everything that is about it by now..."

Muttered the alchoholic as she saunters up to Prof. Wratch's class. Before getting the message, she was just doing her usual routine whenever there was no school; taking an airship and hitting up her favourite bar. She's even challenged someone to a drinking contest later too, and a second year at that, but alas Prof. Wratch had to ruin it.

As she continued on her silent rambling she noticed that she has reached the room Prof. Wratch told them to go to. Taking out her scroll, she checked the details again to make sure she was right.

"Yup, this is the room. Ugh.", she groaned in the end. Taking a moment to look around her, she takes out a beer can from within her robes and with a few gulps finished it with a refreshing gasp. Her cheeks starting to heat up and the smell of achohol soon filling up the small corridor.

"Alright, I'll show that Professor that I'm no idiot at dust!", and with that and a trimphant raise of both of her arms to the air, she entered the room.