Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160726193402/@comment-5543592-20160728011936

"Oh, so this is what happens at balls." Crimson concluded, swirling a straw in his drink.

Scire reached into the false pocket of his pants where, the cheese knife was strapped to his thigh. It appeared to be a harmless weapon, so he hadn't been too worried about being caught with it.

"Six?  That's nothing.  I can take six guys with my eyes closed." Granted, he could take any number of guys with his eyes closed, since he technically didnt need to see.