Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140208210035

Wipping down the bar after a long night of moving around, cooking, mixing drinks, and generally being a good bartender. Vermont quietly slumpped against the bar, it had been a long night, but the Ursa didn't have a closing time. Insted it stopped serving when people stopped comming.

"WENCH, where are you? bloody hell womani thought i hired you to carry drinls not threatan, and slap one of my my patron because he grabbed your ass. You are lucky you're  pretty because godammit if you were anyone else i would throw you out. That and you display a very generous amount of bosum in that dress, which is just great."

Realising he was rambling Vermont started giving the bar a final wipe down ready to close up for the night. 