Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160718200430

Pacman the great wrote: "The Preachers?" Sam asked, confused. "There's a narky surf band that calls themselves the Preachers. Those dudes couldn't raid a surf shop between them."

The bartender had finally made his way over to Sam and Deaphanie's position.

"Whaddaya want?" he asked. "Black Death", said Deaphanie to the bartender. "With vodka that is."

Then she turned back to Sam. "And no", she snickered. "They are not a band. Nor will they become one once me and my daft brothers find them."