Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-25808351-20191207012117

@Jester/Lance/Storm: As Prad sets the plate down for Roda, and gives his acknowledgement to Roda, Cyndwella notices.

“DAAAAAAW, that’s just pwecious!” Cyndwella says cuffing her hands and batting her eyelashes.

“Cyndy, leave them be.” Samia scolds.

“Ah-right! I’m just yanking their shit. Nothin to fuss about.” Cyndwella waves.

“Don’t mind her. I appreciate it.” Roda kisses Prad’s cheek. Marcus notices this and looks at Prad, giving him the “thumbs up” gesture.

Eventually a servant arrives to take Cyndwella’s order.

“Yes, my Lady?” He says in a snotty tone.

“Drop the tone, busboy....” Cyndwella floats over the table and grabs the waiter by his collar, baring her sharp teeth at him. “Otherwise I’ll rip your dick off, and use the blood to make strawberry snowcones. Now, 2 of your fanciest omelets, and I better be impressed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The waiter squeaks.

Cyndwella lets him go and he bolts to the kitchen. Cyndwella looks around at everyone and nods.

“All about how ya handle em.” Cyndwella leans back in her seat.

Aleric, showing a bit of levity, smirks at Cyndwella’s scare tactic on the waiter.