Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180203035235

(BT/Hound/S9) When her tail is tugged, Tirush doesn't even seem to notice. In fact, she does, but her now sluggish gait is slowed only a little as she lazily looks over one shoulder, swaying slightly as she does so. Her tray tils a little, just enough to let one of the many t-bones slide off and plop to the ground. Unfazed, she tilts the jug up and takes another slug of her drink.

She keeps going, until she hears her name being called. With a sour expression she turns, tottering slightly as she does so.

"Who in th' name of th' gods' test'cles keeps shouting??" She shouts herself, rather slowly. Her eyes come into focus as she sees Jorge push his way through, coming up to her. Her expression softens into a lopsided smile.

"Ah. 'Tis the bitter little fellow in th' shiny armor.  Whatsis name?" She looks at Jorge as he closes in. "What's your name, boy? And why d' you keep shouting mine?  Whaddyou want?" She drawls.