Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180205003324

(S9/Flame/Table) Eothred looks down at Evylyn, his words and gestures a little more emphatic than usual due to the drink. "Well," he starts, "There's n...ngh. There's nothing keeping you here, is there?  I'm bound south tomorrow, and if you have business that way, you could come with me."

"Over and over again," Rotha mumbles, grinning like a cat that got the canary.

"Hngh? Whatsat?" Eothred's head swivels around to look at her, wobbling like it might fall off.

"Just a little wishful thinking, handsome." Rotha, clinging even tighter, takes another shot of vodka.

"...What're you two on about?" Eothred's head swivels back to Evylyn.