Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-39280634-20191113054151

(BTR, Hound, Everyone)

"Oh, I know I could rag-doll his ass around, that's not a problem. The problem is his other, 'army-marching' pals and their colective numbers that i'm worried about. Thrashing Beowulf guy wouldn't be enough, not to mention that I can't just go headlong and pick fights without having a single godamn clue of what or who i'm dealing with, else I would've been freakin' dead by now, sir. Besides... I don't think Aleric would allow that."

Lance feels a bit shaky, an introvert getting into arguments like this, not knowing if he's making himself sound like a moron, talking about things that he doesn't properly know about. He acted out on impulse and now he begins to regret speaking out like this. Then again, that may just be his insecurities talking to him.

Luckily, Marcus offered all the information he needed and thus, it his cue to end his conversation with Jorge, especialy since Jorge started talking with Drapp again and now the robot girl stepped in front like a bodyguard. Lance could only mutter to himself: "Yeah, nice talking to you... ya grump". He decides to take a seat next to Marcus, I hopes of having a better conversation this time and orders another vodka cocktail. He asks Marcus: "You alright ? You kinda look like you got roughhoused by an elephant."