Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26543176-20150410034052

Turning around Vermont, wandered back into the bar. Slowly he made his way back to the table they had been sitting on. Grabbing the same bottle he had been drinking from before he poured a measure of the liquid into both glasses.

"Their type? They're off to lick their wounds, mark my words though, they'll be back. Their type, will always come back at one point or another, but they always make the same underestimates. So I'll always have that advantage. Now, come sit, you've earned a free drink."