Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26521757-20160711023927/@comment-25037493-20160711033756

At the edge of the bar sitting in a corner, mumbling angrily to herself, was a small baphomet. She downed the drink in front of her and said loudly, "barkeep, another... and this time just leave the bottle." Her voice sounded very, very annoyed. The bartender rolled his eyes and walked over with a large bottle of tequilla that was half full.