Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130731095638/@comment-10298385-20130731151206

Sorrel paused, hand hovering just over the doorknob- small murmurs of conversation barely making its way through the frosted glass. His eyes narrowed.

How troublesome.

Originally he'd figured that it would be a good idea- he wasn't going to graduate without a team anyway (Pssh, like that was ever going to happen. He had a hard enough time finding people that he wasn't instinctively repulsed by, finding people that he liked that liked him back as well? Not likely.), and it wasn't like he was learning anything new by attending lessons by this point. Taking side jobs was a good way to earn money, and as long as he came in for tests he'd be fine.

Money was always useful.

"wait.... forever.. money.. ...soon... order..."

And apparently, money this guy didn't have.

From the sound of things, the simple request- Please keep any trouble out of my bar for today- was a load of bull; and Sorrel was already half way turned away from the door. It wasn't his fault that the reality was completely different than what the bar owner had sold it for- no one would blame him for just leaving (Not that he'd care anyway), and he was a bit tired of doing jobs that couldn't be covered for anyway. Debt collectors? Seriously?

He wasn't going to-

"...leave.... one armed... fair.."

An eyebrow quirked up. What's this, an antihero?

Maybe.. maybe staying around wouldn't be so bad. It'd be interesting to watch, at least, and Sorrel wanted some sort of reimbursement for wandering all the way down here to the middle of god knows where for some gaudy bar three feet in debt. Face impassive, Sorrel gave a mental nod- yes, that would be just fine- and turned the knob, doing his best to appear stricken at the sight in front of him.