Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140320232139/@comment-5290299-20140320234104

Flannery Dormant, the head of the Domrnat Martial Arts family, was walking towards the bar, her precious weapon at her hip and her prescence ever strong. Her entire being gave off the feeling of a fire ready to start, that once burned could not be put out.

Entering the bar she slowly made her way to the counter. Sititng at the end of the bar, in her usual seat, she raised her hand. The bartender nodded.

"Tequila." She muttered, placing her blade on the counter next to her.