Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160330185730

"Yeah, I got my workout for the day shooting Loyalists yesterday, today's supposed to be for resting," Azulius agreed, finally sighting Club Tesla. The place was rather steampunk-styled, and even the guard at the door sported a waistcoat and pocket watch along with a sword and pistol. Definitely one of Xiong's men, but he at least looked a little more cultured than most of them, which didn't really say much. The line was rather small, so his and Honara's turn came up quickly.

"Names?" the guard asked, giving them a sceptical look.

"Name's tell ya what we're called, not who we are," the mobster raised an eyebrow. "I'm a poker buddy of Mr. Laogai." The guard raised an eyebrow of his own.

"A doctor who specializes in skin diseases dreams he has fallen asleep in front of the TV.  When he wakes up in front of the TV, he can't remember what he was dreaming about," the henchman replied calmly. Azzie coughed twice before looking the guard in the eyes.

"If all the animals along the Equator were capable of flattery, then Thanksgiving and Halloween would fall on the same day."

"You do realize Mr. Laogai prefers Mahjong, right?  Usually with a tall Bloody Mary."

"A three-legged Boarbatusk walks into a Mexican restaurant.  It twitches its snout, and the hostess immediately brings it a vodka martini," the magician replied, placing his hands in his pockets.

At this, the well-dressed guard shrugged his shoulders and stepped aside. Azulius mimed tipping his hat in thanks before offering Honara his arm.

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