Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-24736819-20180613142222

"N-nervous?", Paul stuttered to the Resistance combatant.

It seemed that the accountant was more looking for a similar reaction from Harry to the situation as he was experiencing it. The tall american was sweaty and continuously wiped away the droplets from his forehead with a handkerchief as he analyzed the crowded club, making sure not to make eye contact with any of the soldiers.

Gérard approached the barkeeper, tapping on the counter with his index finger, "The strongest you got, please."