Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190710085201

Sylvia angrily grumbles and mutters as she tries and fails to get even one copper to come to her.

"Rrrrr! C'mere you- mrmmr grr hmph!"

Since Kos was no longer holding her, nor was he ever bound to it, he can't hear anything she says, only see the mask wiggle occasionally.

Richard has not moved from where he is seated, aside from rhythmically tapping his foot. Drenn finally gets up from the ground and groans.

"Would you stop that! My head hurts enough already!"

Richard increased the speed and force of his impatient footfalls, grinning evily at the now redfaced crook.

Meanwhile

Brianna quickly turned away from him to preen herself, combing through her chestnut hair tied in a messy bun, straightening her skirt, etc., before sauntering up to Benvolio, swaying her hips as she struts by just the slightest bit.

"Good morning, Sir Flamesman, welcome back to the Crimson Brew! I'll have a seat ready for you shirtly. Will you be having your usual? Perhaps the Special? Or maybe something else" with that last part, she crosses her arms under her chest, slightly lifting them as if she was presenting them.