Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-4681758-20140322141115

Ciarán pulled The Pale Horse up to the front of the restaurant, and waved off the valet offering to park it. He stepped inside, obviously drawing attention to himself with his hood up. Giving an inaudible sigh, he pulled his hood down and walked up to the hostess.

"Table twelve, please."

As he was showed to his table, he saw the other racers already gathered there, and knew most of them by reputation, and didn't like the outcome he came up with as he sat down.

Well, this just gets better and better.