Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150413200756

"That's... a very pragmatic idea," Azulius agreed, digging in to the plate. Azzie didn't usually get any hangovers worth writing home about, but he also didn't usually drink a Piper&Rum plus multiple glasses of Vermont's "best stock." Insults aside, this was an excellent breakfast. The eggs were fluffy, the sausages well-seasoned, the bacon crispy, and the steak would need it's own paragraph of internal monologue to give it justice. Azzie made no attempt to hide his astonishment:  fighting, drinking, cooking, was there anything Vermont couldn't do? Back in Vacuo, this bartender could have had a harem that bordered on record-setting.

"Wow, you could show the chefs at Beacon how it's done," he said, swallowing an implausibly large amount of sausage. "But I wonder:  what lucky dame gets to come home to this little slice of heaven?"