Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160407220604

Placing a very generous tip in the bartender's jar, Azulius walked back to Honara, setting the drinks down and taking a swig of the other one.

"Apparently, your buddy likes the Colt .45," he cringed slightly. "Gin, Red Bull, and Jager.  If Trigo was here, he'd probably beat the man on principle.  Lucky for him, I'm here instead."

"Speaking of which, I can think of a few options.  We either wait here for him to make his move.  You message him that you want to meet on the other side of town, he leaves, and we party.  I use my Semblance to lead him out, and we party.  Or we say 'screw it', go dance, and let him decide what happens.  But looking at the guy, his decision will either start a fight or get one or more of us thrown out.  What do you think?"