Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160217055144

"Bernie!" Resper called to his teammate the second he heard the name of the bar. The punk was always best at navigating Maps on his Scroll.

Already on it, bro!" Came the quick reply. "Wow, this isn't a great place..." he said as he searched the bar and saw the reviews as he tapped the navigate icon.

"You don't care about dying?" Fen was totally confused. Cyzarine had put up such a fight back during the mall incident, yet she says that death doesn't matter? It was possible that the girl was a nihilist, but the spirits were probably just addling her brain. Still, Cyzarine just reeked of dysfunctional, and that was a bad cue.

"Of course there's goddamn trouble Cyzarine, what did you expect?" Platinum snarled. As the situation wore on, the absolute idiocy of her new teammates was starting to wear away at the patient exterior she had set up to deal with team antics. She'd never expected that they would be such lawless delinquents, but if they really didn't give a crap about being in a team then maybe she would let them run off and destroy themselves. That was what she'd told them to do, hadn't it? Go off and figure out whether you're up for being in a team. And yet they had decided, instead, to go get drunk at a crappy bar and stir up some trouble with thugs and pimps. It was incredible, and not in a good way.

'We'll be there in about fifteen minutes. See if you can get out of there, and don't start anything." Those were the instructions she relayed. Simple enough, right? But she had a feeling the two would somehow interpret that completely wrong and do the complete opposite.

Team RASB did their best to not judge prematurely, but given how sour the situation was that in itself was difficult. Even so, it would be fun to beat some sense into two self-destructive fools. Saria and Automne in particular were looking to gauge Raizel the Racist.

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The gangsters took their time mulling over the choices just to irritate Raizel, and after a few minutes finally spoke up.

"Make that six ouzos, two Cognacs, a Merlot, and five Cabernets. And make it quick!" He snapped his fingers impatiently to signal the redhead to get moving. He eyed her impressive assets hungrily.

"Wow, you're a hottie, huh? What's a girl like you doin' in a place like this? Dontcha know it ain't safe at night?" He leered at her. His neighbor spoke up.

"You friends with the kid?" He got off his stool and sauntered over to Cyzarine.

"Hey, girlie. You OK?" He reached out and placed his calloused hand on Cyzarine's. "You ain't too bad neither. Who ya talkin' to, yo'self?" He roared with laughter at his own joke. "Just kiddin', girlie. How 'bout I help ya upstairs? Betchur tired, huh?" There was a nasty gleam in his yellow eyes.