Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151207231213/@comment-5543592-20151209003824

Apollo42 wrote: "I might poke you with my toe, if it helps." Hawke shrugged. "Of course." Scire said with a roll of his eyes, before uncorking three bottles and pouring a bit of each into a flagon until it was filled to the brim. He then brought it to his lips, hesitated, and then took a swig of the hard liquor.

He set the flagon down in a rush, coughing and hacking hard as the burning liquid scortched his chest and throat.