Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-26517142-20170716051711

Sebyl looks at Jeiel. "Aren't you going to join them? They look like they're having a ball of fun." Jeiel shakes his head in disagreement. "Nope. Don't wanna. You know how I handle liquor. That must be straigh-shot intoxicating, and it just might lead to heck."

"Hmm? You sure of that, Cutie?" Sebyl sides near him and rubs her shoulder against his. "You really want me to remind you of what happened when I bought you that thing I called 'tequila'? Where did I tell you, I ended up on?"

Sebyl looked upward. "Mt. Phantastico?"

"And mere moments from getting my balls sacked." Jeiel groaned. "Ana, please be a dear and get Aaron up his feet. He needs to sit." "I'm fine, Pop..... just... dizzy, EUURP--!" "No you're not." Jeiel pulls the Hellspawn who seemed rather green. "How many spins were you doing with him, Anastasia?"

"A hundred and fifty." "Ah.. no wonder why he's about to throw up a river."