Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-31049256-20170404210105

"Wha-? That makes it worse Salty! This gerl needs ta have 'er ass kicked hard enough ta get tha bitch outa 'er!"

She pulls at her sword. She has to forgo using both swords to free the blade, but despite his grip she pulls hard enough to move it a bit.

"After gettin yer energy last month me an tha Boss've been gettin stronger, ya won't hold me ferever, Salty."

She looks him in the eye, and after a moment of having their eyes locked she sighs, "Ya wouldn't like that would ya. Ya like 'er this way..." she pouts as she lets go of her blade. She walks over to a bottle of Gin sitting on the nearby desk, "Fine, but fer yer infermation, I can't hurt ya that way. That don't mean this is over Cyndweller, so ya better be reasy ta go when Salty ain't herror ta coddle 'is Tart."

She downs the drink, then makes a face, "Gah, is there blood in this shit?" She smacks her lips, "Good energy in it actually, tastes dark'r somethin." She then drinks a bit more.