Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-5583506-20190608203027

Shanks grabbed a couple of bottles of stored beer from the fridge. He expected that they were some kind of locally produced swill, not at all the kind that they used to brew back when the world was still a shining example of why it was a mistake to nuke it: they knew how to make their drinks. Still it was cold enough.

He sat down as close to Kay as he could, flipping over the caps with a sharpened claw. "It can even be flavoured with nuts", he put in, handing a bottle over to the woman.