Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-768817-20141218173620

Vance knew something was about to happen. He put his hand inside his coat, wraping his fingers tightly around the handle. He took a long drag. Vance didn't want to take sides in whatever was about to unfold. With his free hand he calmly downed the rest of his scotch, and set some coin on the table. He got up, his hand still on his gun, and headed quietly towards the back door, trying not to raise any suspicions.