Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150606202704

"OOh, Ai luv c-crabs! Carps. Craps!" Zephrion moreorless sang. Back when the man was in high school, about the only time people didn't make fun of him for being a faunus was during the back alley Craps games. Mainly becuase he knew how to throw. Too bad most of that was done sober...

"Methinks that's my cue to go." The researcher from earlier whispered to her friends as she called for a cab. She'd seen enough of this nonsense at St. Mayflowers to know what happens when people gamble while drunk.

"Yeah, Imma leave too before Zephrion puts in his bet." And with that, Stahlfritz and his buddies were out the door. It's not that he himself went to a School of Shenanigans, but because Ingraham once told a story about the last time Zephrion gambled while drunk.

"It wasn't pretty and if I hadn't talked the other guy out of it, I'd probably be in a maid's outfit right now sweeping up animal shit."