Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5543592-20160718005228

"As a mouse." He assured Talulah, with a smile. "Sure, could do with a drink." Struthers agreed, with a shrug.

"I'll buy..."

"Mr Struthers, are you feelin' alroight?" Gerald asked, seeming shrocked before getting a glare from his 'master.'

"Yes, perfectly..." The exchange amused Steven, bringing a smile to his face as he set off towards the bar along Struthers, and pulled off his hand as he entered, as was polite to do.

He looked around curiously, wondering if it doubled as a pleasure house, like Gomorrah did.

"There." He said, pointing to large, rounded booth in the back, poorly lit and out of sight. "That seems like the perfect place for our conversation." He said, adjusting his cravat.