Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190826161238

(Mamono + Alchohol = A need for soundproof walls so the neighbors don't complain)

Sal goes down on one knee to inspect the adventurer, and recognizes him before spitting on his head and grinding her shoe into it.

"Oh yeah, this definitely wasn't overkill. I know this guy. He's one of those fake white-knights, you know the ones. The guys who go around, pretending to be all 'chivalrous' and 'ReSpEcT WhAmEn', but then be an even bigger creep than the guys he demonizes because he thinks is owed something by the girls. Plus he's a lousy tipper and I've caught him flicking up the skirts of the married girls who work here, or groping the dancers back when I was a bouncer at VICE-Roy's. But, if you're really that concerned....."

She then grabs the would-be assailant by his collar and pulls him out if the hole he was in and slings his body over her shoulder with little to no effort. She then fishes through the man's coin purse as she counts it out.

"Let's see....... one silver for a new tankard, three for all the drinks you've had, two gold for the healer, half of what you got left for the 'douche canoe' tax, and here's for your silence!"

She hands the rest of the unconscious "douche canoe's" money to Alex and gives him a sly wink.

"Don't go spending it all in one place! Unless it's the Crimson Brew! Ha ha ha!"