Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191103043640

(Everyone)

"Ohh...that's right. I had a Blue Lagoon" Drapp looks to his drink. It was no longer icy cold, but lukewarm. Nothing more than a heated alcoholic beverage set aside by room temperature.

Looking at it, he sights with no real dismay "Pity. It is frosty no more. Hats off to the bartender, however". He sets it aside, returned to the depiction of the party now in drawings. The white-suited man had judged it interesting enough to brush off, a little something to speak back to his underlings.