Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161014003907

I look over my shoulder at Praetor and smirk. Popping the cork of the bottle in my right hand, I chug for 5 seconds, clearing half the bottle. I pull the bottle from my lips, a pungent aroma of alchol fills the room. "I have yet to meet a liquor, that makes me quiver. Besides, I've lost count how many times something was suppose to kill me." Placing the cork back in the bottle I continue to gaze out the window.