Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-8182065-20170511091613

While inside the tavern, the other half of Team AMBR, Rina Rouge and Mason Donovan were waiting for their friends to arrive. Their leader had told them to get a table, while she struggled to awaken Blaine from his slumber and luckily they had; the place was full of life and seemed to be taking reservations for seating.

"Any sign of them yet?" Rina asked her fellow teammate, while taking a sip of her mango iced tea.

"Not yet," he had replied after scouring the floor for a sign of their pals. Within a few seconds, shouting was heard. A female's voice calling out a bar-goer for being quite lewd in public. "I spotted Shani though. Just a few thugs, but nothing she can't handle." He had then lifted up his arm, waving at the table she was at, hoping to get her attention.

As soon as she opened the doors to the tavern, Amy ducked to dodge a flying bottle of Vacuo's finest beer. Blaine had stumbled backwards, the glass barely missing his face by an inch.

"I almost got my face shredded... I feel welcomed," he commented, standing upright dusting sand from his person.

Amy had then turned to face a young black haired maiden, with a very long white scarf. "Vale Vettel, I would assume?"

"Before we go through greets and everything, wanna find a safe place to chat?" Blaine had asked the girls. He couldn't help but overhear a group of men arguing about who's going to pay the tab? and ''who owes who from the last time? ''He knew that with the alcohol in their system it was only a matter of time before fists started to fly.