Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150602164442

Trigo and Ochre found the Congress without incident, but they couldnt help but notice that the doorman looked like he'd seen a ghost. Probably just stress from the expo.

Upon actually entering the afterparty, the mobsters immediately felt at home, slowly taking in the classic decor, even if the music was a little out of place. After a moment, they located their gracious host.

"Mr. Flagg, so good to be seeing you again,"  Ochre greeted, offering his hand for shaking. " I spoke to the... board of directors, and everything is in order.  Tonight is indeed a cause for celebration."

"Indeed," Trigo agreed, scanning for threats as usual. "It will be nice to kick back and... relax... for... a... while..." As he spoke, his eyes alighted across the bar, with its impressive set of bottles. But one in particular had caught his eye, a bottle of which he had not seen in over a decade. Awestruck, Trigo walked over, trying to convince himself he wasn't dreaming.