Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20160404180843

''I can defend my own honor! Thank you very much! ''Honara's thought bubble forcibly shoved itself into frame before pulling away as fast as it came.

Over the noise of other patrons, the ganger could barely be heard asking the bartender if he had seen a long-haired woman, about yea tall, makes rattling noises, and wore glasses.

"Look pal, I serve fifteen, twenty folks a night. You think I have time to notice these things?" the bartender/xiong henchman gruffly replied before going back to mixing drinks.

"Didn't have to be an asshole about it." the Ganger grumbled back befre trying to send Honara another e-mail.

"Hey, I'm at Club Tesla. You sure you don't want to catch up?"

*PING!*

''You've got to be shitting me... ''Honara thought to herself as she felt her scroll vibrate in her purse. ''Ok, let's be real. We''re in a loud nightclub full of people. That could have been anyone's phone...''

"Can I at least get Colt .45 on the rocks?" The ganger asked the bertender. Said drink was un-ceremoniously slid over to him after he paid. He shuffled to an empty booth down the way from the couple.

With the ganger no longer in her peripheral vision, Honara scrawled on a napkin, "What's he doing now?" and placed that in front of Azzie.