Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160301052551

"Overlook sounds like my kind of place," Azulius smiled, thinking of the Art Deco styling that was almost a symbol of the part of Vacuo where he was born and raised. "I mean, the clubs in Vacuo are a little different, but that sounds like a place I would frequent.  But if I'm in town, I'll stop by." It wasn't a lie per se, but Azzie was certainly stretching the truth. In a matter of weeks, he was planning to con his way into a Flagg summer class to finally fix his deficiencies in close-quarters combat. If all went according to plan, nobody, least of all the rattlesnake, would know he was there.

"And I ain't a big clubber, but I can still dance a bit.  Give me some blues, jazz, a bit of swing, heck, I still remember most of my tango, and I only learned that--" he stopped, then shook his head as if there was something in his eye. After a second, he continued. "--learned that in my last year of combat school, almost 4 years ago.  Crazy how time flies."

One of the hallmarks of a skilled con artist was being able to learn new things quickly. As a test for himself, the mobster tried, and succeeded, to learn how to tango in three weeks, to impress his then-girlfriend Fuschia at the prom. The same Fuschia who later broke up with him with a steak knife in the chest. Fortunately, the waitress walked by at just the perfect time to snap him out of his thoughts.

"Your water and sweet tea lemonade," the waitress smiled, placing the drinks on the table. "Are you ready to order, or a few more minutes?"

"I'll try your cinnamon apple waffles, extra cinnamon, with an order of classic fried chicken, breast and drumstick.  As for my friend--"