Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140214003730/@comment-7489529-20140221001931

On his way back to his table, Bergen fet something smooth and metallic bump against his chest. Reaching inside the pocket of his suit, Bergen found a small flask with a note attached to it.

"Just in case! -Regda"

Bergen unscrewed the cap of the flask, and sniffed. Whiskey. Of course. He looked over at his date. Bergen could pick up on body language, and Simon looked ready to kill anything to get out of the dance, or at least, to get a drink. Grinning, Bergen slipped a bit of the whiskey into a glass of punch, and walked over to the table.

"Go on, try some punch! It won't hurt!"