Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161229075220

"Y'know what, I think that'll do for now." Stahlfritz said in conclusion. "I mean, hy head's going a mile a minute trying to find other ways to cover this up, but we'll cross those bridges when we come to them. I appreciate just talking though." As he started putting things away, he noticed a red faberge egg labeled "Romanov's Tears Vodka" sitting next to a glass revolver labeled "Sangre del Toro Tequilla".

Fritz debated whether or not he should crack open the bottle of Vodka kept in the cabinet. Very expensive and imported from Atlas, like who it was named for, Romanov's Tears was described as refined, graceful, subtle, yet very complex. You don't drink this down for fun, you drink it down for a reason.

On the one hand, alcohol helps blank the brain, on the other, I'm known to be a chatty drunk and I still need to figure out my threshold...