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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 18. June 2014, 22:54 (2,196 Views) | |
| Lynx | Friday, 4. July 2014, 13:51 Post #41 |
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Lynx finished his scotch and set the cup back down on the rag. He picked up the remote, double checked to make sure the TV was off and slipped it back into it's little cubby under the bar and nodded. He then slipped out from behind the bar and stretched. 5'7 and a touch stocky the young Irishman was not particularly big and he flashed a friendly smile. All part of the service. "I can play pool with ye Sir. If ye'll step this way." The table was new and the slate beneath the felt was pristine, without the bumps and irregularities that built up over time. It should be, only one other person had played on it after all. Lynx walked up to the wall stand and dismounted a few cues, setting them across the table as he pulled the rack and started loading balls into it. It wasn't billiards though, it was pool. Boring old numbered pool. He'd become an adult in Canada, billiards just seemed wrong to him. He flashed a grin as he tightened the rack with his fingers and slipped the triangle away. "Yer break of course Sir." He twirled his pool cue once then set it rubber butt down on the floor and leaned gently on it. Not enough to put any weight on it, just enough to rest his wrists. "Ye can cheer fer me if ye want Reggie. Poor mortal boy like me can use all the support he can get." The Irishman threw a wink her way and flashed a bright smile, grinning from ear to ear. |
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| Cid | Sunday, 6. July 2014, 12:06 Post #42 |
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Fucking idiot, scaring the poor little girl. If he even knew what kinda effect he was having on the hoomans, Agustin would be mortified. It was totally the opposite of what he wanted... Right now, at least. That intimidation factor of a natural predator, whatever, came in handy sometimes. This was just not one of those times. Anyway... When Lynx offered to be Agu's opponent, the Malkavian broke into a grin. "Awesome." He said and then followed the other man to the pool table... And a nice fucking pool table it was. The few times Agustin had ever gotten to play was on old, beat up tables made of far inferior material. The last time he played was, oh... Back in LA with the 'Narchs, of course. Not much fun since they were assholes and Agustin kept fucking losing. Fuckin' sharks. Agustin took a moment to touch and feel the beautiful piece of furniture/equipment that was the pool table. Sturdy, cool, and yet soft. "Thank ye." He said as he grabbed a stick, unconsciously starting to imitate Lynx's accent. Subtle, at first. "Pfft..." Exclaimed the paler individual. "If anyone needs cheer support, it's me. I've a feeling ye're going to thrash me, Mister Lynx." He said with a giggle as he began to line up his first shot. "Okay. No complicating rules, right? Just puttin' balls in holes..." Dice roll! *Crack* *other pool noises* OMG. Lucky Agu! Two balls... "Stripes!" |
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| Reggie | Monday, 7. July 2014, 05:57 Post #43 |
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Reggie flushed at Lynx's wink and grin. Oh, he was a charmer. And the Yorkshire girl was eating it up. So cute! "I'll do more then cheer for ye Lynx... if you win you can buy me another pint!" She giggled. Even so, she would watch over here at the bar, thank you very much. |
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| Lynx | Monday, 7. July 2014, 12:29 Post #44 |
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"Nice break." The Irishman murmured as he bent to regard the table. It had been too, the balls went everywhere and the malkavian sank two balls. That was pretty good. Didn't help him much. He raised an eyebrow at him with a chuckle. "Ye know ye get te keep going till ye miss a shot, aye?" The ghoul raised a golden eyebrow at Reggie archly and smiled at her, touching his tongue to his top lip for a moment in thought, his green eyes sparkling. He looked the girl over slowly, as though contemplating her offer and then he let a mock sadness cross his features. "Aw, is given ye another pint all I can do fer ye? I was hoping te take ye te the back te see how high yer voice went... but I suppose if a good stout is all I can offer, I shall do me best te please ye that way." When Agustin missed and it was his turn he leaned down, lined up a shot and managed to sink a solid. Still, it was his only easy shot. He had to try for a bank shot with his next one and while the ball went in, he scratched the cue ball. So now Agustin got to set up his shot for where he wanted it on the table. Lucky bastard. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 00:59 Post #45 |
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"Thanks." Said the Agu with regards to his lucky break. Just luck, tho', and when the Malkavian went for the next shot he promptly missed. Damn. Agustin looked at Lynx with a sorta 'are you kidding me' expression on his beardy face. Incredulous, is the word maybe. Is everyone around here fucking except for him? Just his luck he can't find one of those fangbangers they show so much of on HBO. Fuckin' unrealistic television. Bastards. No hope for the hopeless! Redundancies, as they are. Well, two can play at this game. "I bet ya've got quite the range. If ya can keep yer breath." He remarked toward the bar, flashing a decidedly unpredatory smile. Warm, soft, the goodest things as he could manage. Which he drifted back toward his opponent with a hint of 'you too'. Gasping for air! Oh, silence is golden... But, that probably wouldn't come off the way he intended. Cuz predator. C'est la vie. Oh, if only the guy wasn't so scruffy and square-jawed... He might be an easier lay. Oh, then came the next shot. Which Agu missed again. Even with the lining up or whatever it's called. Told ya it was luck. If only he had a cheerleader..? |
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| Reggie | Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 01:59 Post #46 |
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Lynx shot first under the table and with that one line the dew started to form on Reggie's night blooming flower. Reggie blushed furiously and almost dropped her pint. Her mouth dropped open in delightful shock and mock offense. In her mind she fantasized Lynx dragging her into the back by her hair, trying her hands together with his belt; throwing her dress above her head and ravaging her from behind bent over a stack of liquor boxes... Bottles clinking in rhythm to the delightfully humiliating hammering her slutty ass would endure. Unfortunately, Reggie missed what Layo said while she was trying not to fall off her stool. With her eyes downcast, Reggie coyly said "Well... I guess that would be a pretty stiff drink." Edited by Reggie, Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 02:04.
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 02:07 Post #47 |
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Lynx grinned and took another shot. A bad bank but he still managed to sink one. A second shot came close and he scratched again. He just could NOT get the hang of playing pool with his enhanced ghoul strength, he just kept overshooting. Fortunately his aim with Reggie seemed a bit more on target. He looked at Layo, his green eyes sparkling. "It's a matter of timing and laughter me friend. Jest got te keep it gentle and joking, else ye end up a touch on the creepy side. It was a good attempt though." He murmured softly enough for only the vampire to hear as he conceded the cue ball to Layo. It was his shot after all. Then he turned and regarded Reggie while the vampire shot, one hand holding his cue stick straight up, the other circling it with thumb and fore finger, running his hand up and down it slowly, only for a few inches, and casually enough to just be a nervous habit, if he wasn't grinning like an imp. "Perhaps after the game ye'll be kind enough te help me review the stock. Ye know Ms Sherwood's tastes better than I. If she's going te be staying here te work out o'the upstairs, having her favorites would be a kindness after all." It was a mix of business and pleasure really. He DID mean it, it would be good to have some of Ms Sherwood's preferred flavors in stock, and if he could help Reggie find her singing voice as well, so much the better. Edited by Lynx, Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 02:07.
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 09:43 Post #48 |
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Emter Yuki, stage left. Little Miss PErsonal Assistant brushes an errant lock behind her ear and pushes her glasses back up her nose as she wanders to the bar, glancing at the boys playing pool with a little smile and a small wave to Lynx and after some careful, internal soulsearching: A small smile and a wave to the Agu. He's less..objectionable when he's doing something wholesome like playing pool. Some 'coffee' for Father should hit the spot. Or..well, not -with- coffee this time, that SO did not work well the last time..no sirree.. There's more than one way to skin a cat though.. Let's see..Young woman, hint of caffeine in the bloodstream, feed it into the coffeemaker, set to boil, watch it burble and splutter away for a moment and wait.. Might aswel doodle on a napkin while she's at it..something cute.. Hmmm...Chibi Lynx and Chibi Agustin fencing with poolcues. Yup. Although the girl's expressive brown eyes wander over to the cute little pixie sitting at the other end of the bar, watchign the game unfold. The game. Not Yuki. Which gives Yuki the opportunity to watch Reggie, letting expressive brown eyes caress the other young woman's curves like a careful lover. Hmmm.. Slowwwly Yuki's head tilts to the left with a small, mischievous smile on her face. |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 9. July 2014, 08:27 Post #49 |
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Meanwhile, in the withered thornbush that is one Malkavian's decrepit libido; crickets chirped. Broken gears cranked about half-spinning away like the ever-expanding universe into an inescapable abyss. Nuclear winter. Dead folks don't count. The warmth garnered from a couple fleeting encounters with damaged dolls doesn't amount to much in the end. Certainly not worthwhile as less-than-embraces of a pale imitation of what's truly longed for. Pity is for the weak, and the weak don't survive long. A compliment fell on deaf (read: numb) ears. Suddenly, the world seemed to drop away from the verdant landscape before him. A miniature battlefield. Pupils dilated subtly and words blurred in his eardrums. Who gives a fuck? The moment was the moment, is the moment and the wonder. Nothing else matters but the game now. Competition decides who the weak ones are and which strength wins out in the end. Playing with prey. A midsummer night's swing. Like the cat descends on the mouse with fury after only getting it's proper practice. All must end. Thoughts dance in the shadows among darker urges and turns for the worse. But more powerfully, emotions reverberate and pulsate around like debris in a wind tunnel. Subtle, only there for the feeling and sensing self of experience and genuine seeking. Sink the eggshell into the grasping warmth of darkness. Skip the next turn, collect no prize. So goes the fortune of inadequate learning. [Auspex: Heightened Senses - Vision] It's not cheating if it's just a natural part of a warrior's arsenal. Supernatural, even. Only more so. All's fair in love and war. And what is this dance of spears and projectiles in front of lustful eyes, if not both those exactly? Impressions are a cruel mistress. A foolhardy attempt to crawl away from them only results in diminished wills. They aren't looking glasses, see-through little dolls to read like children's books in a library with few occupants. Nothing is an absolute reality. All is permitted. Or so the saying goes. Snap back to reality. Slowly his head turns to regard gravity. Or just a bleep on the malfunctioning radar of humanity. Cracks and soft rolling smother his senses. And it's his turn again. How many were left? One more ball falls away. Another try? No dice. Well, less dice for the last attempt. Some children were being naughty. If only there were adults present. "So, how goes life?" Suddenly sparked up conversation came from the nothingness that was the player named Agustin. Words can never be as lyrical as souls. Contradicting etymology itself. He leaned on the edge, disregarding the spectators. |
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| Reggie | Friday, 11. July 2014, 01:21 Post #50 |
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What is Lynx doing with that cue... oh! And then he was talking again... my! Reggie's hand went up to her throat, the white of her fingers in contrast to the red flush of her face. Stop looking at him! She looked at him. Stop listening to him! What? Reggie's head was swimming on how to respond to the devil Irishman's less then subtle suggestion. And the thing that he kept doing with the cue... Awful! Reggie replied to Lynx after clearing her throat... "The stock... yes that sounds like a hard job. Luckily I'm free, a full review might keep me tied up for awhile. You put the stock in the back right?" You did NOT just say that! Yes, yes I really did... She took a long drink of her dwindling lager and glanced away while she recovered her wits... and there was this adorable creature with big owly eyes tilting her head looking at her. Reggie tilted her head in response. She blinked. What... is... it? |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Friday, 11. July 2014, 02:13 Post #51 |
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Woop! Rumbled! Although rather than shrink back and look away, or nervous or blush, or mutter an apology, or any of a mess of other cues to show she's embarassed at being caught Yuki just widens her feline smile and slowly runs the tip of her slightly pointy tongue over the edge of her upper lip, then slowly along her bottom lip, lazily letting those mischievously twinkling brown eyes wander over the little pixie. Then the feral creature practically purrs a reply, eyes fixed on the Ghoul's with a lazy smile of amusement. "Oh it IS..-harrd-..And it would keep you all tied up in a darrk, lonely place, wherre someone could easily corrnerr you, trrap you all alone and helpless, hmm, yesss..You should prrobably take someone with you forr safety..hmhm. Yesss. I will volunteer once i bring Father his drink." ..because the Ghoul's safety is ALL that's on Yuki's mind as her head stays tilted to the left and she leans slightly on the bar to perk out her backside in that tight little skirt of hers, nip at the tip of her pinky and...grins mischievously. ..and if you believe that then why not reply to that African prince's e-mail, because a person who believes Yuki's offer to be an innocent one will believe -anything-. Edited by Yukiko Miyazaki, Friday, 11. July 2014, 02:16.
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| Lynx | Friday, 11. July 2014, 12:22 Post #52 |
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Hmmm, Yuki returned and seemed interested in Reggie. Lynx wasn't going to compete with Yuki for the girl's attention if she seemed more interested in the artist. So he focused on the pool match, which he was currently losing. He twirled his stick slowly and leaned over the table. A sharp crack echoed as he sent the cue ball striking another of his stripes and hmm'd softly to himself. He considered Agustin's question. Life. Such a complicated question really. Far more complicated than most people would realize. "Ah well, it goes one day at a time. Been better, been worse. And yerself?" The Irishman sunk another ball with a grin and for once managed NOT to scratch. Still his third shot was a total bust, ricocheting around the pool table over and over without hitting anything at all. He gave a grunt and straightened. Just wasn't on his game tonight. In any arena it seemed. |
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| Cid | Saturday, 12. July 2014, 08:33 Post #53 |
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Agustin turned to regard each mortal in turn. One eyebrow cocked skyward, like it was trying to lift off. In that moment, another game was being played and the Malkavian suddenly recognized it for what it was. Amateur. Oh, but he wasn't one to judge. He liked to flirt too, if not more so than these little creeps. Just, he didn't get the opportunity often. And this certainly wasn't one of those times, either. "Oh, y'all are real fuckin' subtle..." He remarked, dripping with sarcasm. Then a deep, hearty, giggle erupted from the pit of his amusement. What are the chances he could get in on this threesome? Plus one! Make the playing field even, at least. Nah... Agustin's really more of a one-on-one kinda guy. A romantic, at heart. He'd try his best not to cockblock, tho'. That just ain't cool, yo. But he wanted his fun, too. So, he'd tease them. With a heavy dose of sarcasm and a judging glare. With a grin to let you know it's not entirely serious. But deep down, there were those elements of jealousy and (lapsed) Catholic upbringing... Very deep. But... Did Lynx already give up on the other game? He answered the counter-question first. "Same for me, then. Y'know? 'Cept nights instead o' days." A lesser chuckle escaped him. Then it was time to smash the little Irishman at his own game. Hopefully... It'd make for better teasing... *Crack* Ooh! Nice shot, if a bit rough. Next one... And, a scratch... Lynx's turn, again! A sudden whispered Cajun accent came from the Lunatic, just loud enough for Lynx to absorb. "G'on, git chu sum', b-uoy..!" The balls or the girls..? Hehehe... OOC |
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| Reggie | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 02:19 Post #54 |
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Reggie was agape in stunned silence. She just blinked at Yuki once... twice... replaying what the girl said in her brain. What the girl actually said... wow. What seemed like an overt advance of the other woman unsettled the fresh-face ghoul. "Um..." Deer in the headlights. Big blue eyes. Who is this girl? Reggie didn't want to cause a problem but... just... "Um... sorry?" she scratched her head. Reggie seemed embarrassed as she whispered to the girl "Sorry... I'm not into girls...? But... thanks?" She glanced over at Lynx... the friendly, naughty, bartender. The whole situation was turning awkward and she was feeling the need to blot back upstairs. She looked back and forth between Lynx, Leyo and the girl behind the glasses... There was a distinct possibility that the feral creature had just managed to cock block Lynx. Edited by Reggie, Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 06:35.
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 07:38 Post #55 |
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Oh she's not? Ah well, no hard feelings. No, really. That's quite alright. The smile becomes noticably less playfully predatorial, shifting to merely being friendly "You are quite welcome, miss..?" And since she's she's asking the girl her name, it's only polite to give hers. "I am Miyazaki Yukiko, that's Yukiko for Westerners and Yuki to friends. I am mister Dahlgren's adopted daughter. I am still very much alive." You know, in case that helps. And to put the little pixie at ease, just in case she thinks Yuki is insulted and has fangs. "I do apologise if that was being too forward, you are quite.." NO! You are not saying Kawaii. Do not be That Person. "adorable. I do hope i have not insulted you?" |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 12:40 Post #56 |
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The two men had 2 balls each, though Agustin's 2nd was the 8 ball. Lynx misjudged his strength and shot the ball hard enough to send one of his last shots into the hole, and bounce it off the back and send it flashing across the table as it bounced back out. The ball thunked around for a while before finally settling down and Lynx looked back over at Reggie and Yuki while he waited. Seemed like they were... huh. Reggie had a weird scared look on her face and Yuki looked like she was trying to be polite. Ah... he had a feeling Yuki had managed to creep someone out again. That did happen. Girl was adorable on a number of levels but sometimes she could be just a bit on the disturbing side of weird. Specially for folks who weren't the most open about sex. Well, that could well ruin the night's fun. Getting freaked out wasn't likely to encourage the girl to have a random fling. More's the pity. Still he flashed her a friendly smile and returned to regarding the pool table. There was a good chance Agustin could clean up and win the match if he played as well as he had been. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 21:57 Post #57 |
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And the balls were even! Good... This was entirely unexpected! Agustin assumed the Irishman would have had quite a bit of expertise with this game considering the damn thing was right in front of him so often. The Malkavian would play damn near every night if he had one at his disposal! Maybe he had to tend to the bar at all times, and simply stared at the great table longingly like a yearned for lover? Off night for the Ghoul, either way. The flirting between Lynx and Reggie, and then the creepy mangaka, seemed to halt rather abruptly. Shame that, it was kinda entertaining. Poor guy, and girl... Well, at least it wasn't Agustin who ended up cock-blocking! Also, clam-jamming. That was never his intent. Live and let love, or some other made up saying. *CRACK* GOD DAMN. Perfect shot. Agustin's last ball went in so smooth, it seemed a bit unreal. WHAT FUCKING LUCK. Then there was just the eight ball... He took a good long moment to line up the shot, and with his (maybe cheating?) heightened vision he went for it when he thought he had the perfect angle... *Crack, roll roll roll...* YES! A bit less of a perfect shot, hell for a moment it seemed he might scratch and be completely fucked, but HUZZAH! AGU WINS!! At something completely fucking unimportant. Great, won one game of pool against a Ghoul. That fucker prolly let him! To not embarrass a vampire or some shit... No telling. He wasn't gonna ask, of course. Anyway, the Malkavian wasn't going to celebrate. He'd reach for a handshake, give a nice smile, and say "Good game." |
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| Reggie | Thursday, 17. July 2014, 13:07 Post #58 |
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Reggie spoke rather meekly at first "Um hi... Yuki. My friends call me Reggie. I um... belong to Lady Sherwood. You are... adorable too" she smiled and looked to the side. "You just... it was just..." Reggie sighed and shrugged. "It's okay. we're good." Reggie looked back at Yuki. "Nice to meet you." Reggie's doe-eyes glanced back over to Lynx at the table... it looked like the game was over. The pool game at least. Reggie settled onto her stool, holding her pint with both hands like a squirrel; sipping from it. |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Friday, 18. July 2014, 16:30 Post #59 |
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Reggie thinks Yuki is adorable. Yeah. Right. And pigs can fly with little gossamer fairy wings and go around granting the wishes of sweet little boys and girls. Too strong. -again-. Because it wouldn't be the first time an overly aggressive Yuki has chased a meek young woman right back into the closet. Or OUT of the closet and right back into the open arms of safe heterosexuality. "It is nice to meet you too Reggie." When the girl looks at her pint Yuki glances over at Lynx and gives him an awward little smile, blending apology and embarassment together into a interesting expression. ..yes. Focus on Father's 'Coffee' and stop scaring poor little straight girls like that. You weird, pervy little idiot. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 18. July 2014, 16:44 Post #60 |
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"Good shooting on yer part. Good shooting indeed. Good game." The Irishman took his defeat with amusement, grinning at getting creamed. He gathered the balls and reracked them and left them on the green in case anyone else wanted to play a game. He racked his cue on the wall and smiled, giving a nod of his head to Agustin, the winner of the game. The defeat didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He'd clearly had fun. Lynx walked back around behind the counter and picked up his glass of scotch, draining the last few drops with a smooth motion and setting the dish in a plastic tub on a back counter. He'd wash it later. He'd discovered that they definitely needed the industrial washer they'd purchased. Congealing blood was remarkably hard to get out of a mug at anything less than extreme temperatures. Though given how few people stopped in they generally only had a handful of dishes per night. So it wasn't exactly a strain on his poor time to keep it all cleaned up. "There's also darts if ye wish te play. Though I myself am just as likely te sink the points into the wood around the board. Never been me game." And if Agustin believed that he had a lovely bridge in San Francisco to sell him... Lynx flashed a smile to both the girls as he rested his elbows on the bar once more and relaxed. Pool was always a fun game. |
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