Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160320024547

"Our Stahlfritz?  Impossible!"  Azulius laughed, finishing off the last of his chicken. Just a few more bites of waffle left, and then came the question of desert, then what to do afterwards.

Honara didn't seem like the type for art galleries, and Azzie wasn't too much for sports. Hitting up a fight club sounded too much like work. Drinks could be a double-edged sword, and the magician didn't quite know enough about the nearby clubs to propose something. Perhaps he could lead her to decide, and make it look like it was his decision. A backwards Magician's Choice...

"That's a cheap move, though, on Fritz's part.  In my line of work, there's a code.  If you see a friend of yours running a con, you stay out of the way, unless extenuating circumstances."

"Feeling like any desert?  I hear the apple pie a la mode here is pretty good."