Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26157988-20150306045943/@comment-26157988-20150307010948

 Basil arrived from the employee enterance carrying a large crate of various bottles, ranging from placid drinks with the most basic of lables to gorgeous blue bottles filled with liquid potent enough to take down an Ursa. Under the bottles, Basil stashed Mikado and two dozen tubes of dust.

Setting the crate down behind the bar, he gave a nod to the bartender, letting her know he was taking over. He began removing bottles and placing them on the shelves behind him, watching as the pack of men approach the counter.

“Can I interest any of you fine gentlemen a drink?” Basil said with a coy smile, placing down a couple glasses in front of the men.

“How ‘bout you tell your boss to stop steppin’ on our turf!” barks the ringleader of the gang. He swings his arm, throwing the glasses to the floor with a violent crash.

“Well, fellas, let me send a message to him right now.” Basil reaches into his pocket and takes out his scroll, bringing up his contacts. He pings a message to the DJ’s booth:

Dim the lights. Our "guests" want a show.



