Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-26104528-20151109161725

After forcibly turning Fritz's gaze back towards herself, Estellia was about to give Fritz another reminder but decided to hold back after hearing Azzie order something that would floor her after a shot or two. After all, high-risk work was best done sober unless your name was Trigo Cardamom. In that case, the show gets better and better the more alcohol was involved. So much so, that Estellia could have sworn seeing Trigo's face on a t-shirt somewhere on the grounds.

"Name's Estellia, or Stella if you're lazy. Second-year Eliminator of the Flagg Institute." her voice became somewhat more droning and disinterested. "and i'm obligated to inform you all that the participation of me and any other agents of the Institue does not signify or imply an affiliation or official involvment...blah-blah-blah. for what it matter to you, we're independant contractors." normalizing "Sorry, new policy that the local office is trying out. Anyway, this pig right here is..."

"Stahlfritz Panzier. Or Fritz if you're lazy. And ditto what the lady said." he said removing his claws. Didn't want to get sauce or food on them.

Estellia ordered a plate of Roast Duck tacos and a Sangrita with raised eyebrows. San Oaxaca's taco carts were known for doing some rather..odd...things when the chef got bored, but this?

Now I'm curious...

"I think I'll do a bowl of Schnee Dust Curry. Fire this time, turkey. Drink, I think I'll just get an Oolong Tea." Fritz handed the menu back to the server.