Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170504232541/@comment-31749612-20170505214121

Whiskey sat back, he face was red.

He had a blank expression on his face as he stared forward.

Whiskey: "It... Felt... So... Nice..."

His vision became blurry again.

Whiskey: "How... Much... Blood... Have... I... Lost...?" He sounds tired.

A smile then appeared on his face as he became relaxed.