Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24261822-20140311005300

Talen finished his fourth glass, and looked behind him at a few people poking fun at Albastru's choice of beverage. Standing up, Talen almost lost his balance, but kept both of his feet on the floor as he addressed the group at fault, slurring slightly.

"You gotta problem, or sumthin? I'll be happy to wipe that smile offa your face."

Turning and sitting back in his chair, Talen ordered another round and was muttering to himself.

"No respect. . . life and limb. . . inconsiderate. . . feh."