Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-25808351-20170206175803

"Hehehe, that's true. Dwarves are a little feisty, but you're a lot tougher than you think Hex. Your a tough little Devil to hang around with ol'Cyndy." Just as Marcus finishes his sentence, Brando slaps his hand down on the bar.

"Oi, what can I get ya Champ?" Brando wiggles his big mustache.

"Hey Brando, I got party going on tonight, and I need to round up a good selection drinks. I need some gins, rums, bourbons, whiskies and a couple scotches." Marcus places a hand full of silver coins on the bar.

"Be right back...." Brando collects his pay and heads to the back room to round up a exquisite selection of alcohol.

As they sit their waiting for Brando's return, Marcus munches on peanuts and cracks his neck.