Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140609154014

He laughed at Margie's denial of how wasted she was, and carefully took away her drink. "You know, normally when I get drunk with a girl, I don't spill my motivations and desires with her.  Then again, you probably don't have any idea what I just said, anyway.  ...What the Hell's the Titanic, anyway?  12 years at sea, never heard of a ship like that."

As they descended down the staircase, Ciarán couldn't help but escape this feeling of dread. If the mural of that monster was what was covering this place, what were they expecting to find at the bottom? The bat resting on his shoulder didn't seem to like this place either, as it began crawling around Ciarán's back nervously.