Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150608225300

"Everything hurts," Ochre moaned through his enormous mirrored sunglasses while he nursed another glass of orange juice. "Why does everything hurt?"

"If I had to wager a guess, it was either the four glasses of bourbon, or the Mistrali whiskey, or perhaps the hurt of losing your watch and that old movie poster to our latest business partner," Trigo mused, munching on a danish from the hotel breakfast. While Trigo was fun enough to drink with, absolutely nobody liked spending the next morning with him, since they would all be extremely hung over and Trigo would be completely unchanged.

"Bleaagh,  this is why you have no friends, son.  You're absolutely no fun to be hungover with."

"I'll let that slide for now, unless you want me to find my souvenir Sahale bagpipes and try them out,"  Trigo shot back as he grabbed his scroll. He need to finalize the terms of that IOU before Flagg changed his mind, especially since the stripey rascal never signed the thing. Once the secretary handed the phone over to the CEO, he began.

"Mr. Zephrion!" he started, sounding bright, chipper, and infuriatingly not hungover. "Glad to hear you're still among the living!  I was looking at these stock options I won, and I think if I play my cards right this quarter, I might just sneak my way into your Board of Directors.  There's not a dress code I should worry about, is there?" Levity over, his voice became a little more restrained.

"Also, I wanted to set in stone the terms of this IOU before any of us forget.  Are you anywhere near your desk?"