Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180103025634/@comment-30700719-20180103134743

I shrug. "Alright. I'll take your word for it. And apparently you're Italian. I must have missed that. Anyway, enjoy your beef." She leans over the counter and purrs, "Say, do you have anything else? I bet you've got some...pork sausage, don't you?" I slowly smile and nod, while my mind is currently boiling over at the thought of what I'm about to do. "Alright then. Come meet me at my shop at 8:15." She chuckles. "Ooh..." She saunters off, and I rush to find a decent set of musicians.

Marais (doesn't sound Italian to me) throws off her hood and glances around before pushing open the door to the shop. She steps inside and hits the light. A band starts playing from nowhere and I pop up from behind the cash register. "One Italian sausage is worth three silver and two bronze. However, if you buy four, the fifth one is free!" She looks over at me with an extremely confused expression and says, "The fuck is this shit?" I reply, "Well, since apparently you're a...friend of mine, I decided that making you feel welcome would be important, hence the music." She steps up to the counter. "I didn't want Italian sausage, I wanted sex!" I slapped my hand to my face. "It's called using your words, sweetie. Anyway, come back next week. You would not believe how busy my schedule is." She angrily smashes the counter, and the band stops playing. "Do you know who I am?" I shake my head. "No, I don't. And I'm pretty sure that I would have remembered an Italian Lilim." I shrug and toss my apron on the hook. "Well, see you next Thursday." She shakes her leap and magically leaps over the display to land in front of me. "Lo facciamo ora!" As she corners me, the last rational thought I have is, What is with those Horas?