Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-24696651-20160718211906

Lazarus Grimm wrote: "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." Sam handed the bartender, who was busy mixing the drink, a few caps, then turned back to Deaphanie.

"Sounds pretty gnarly," Sam shrugged. "Good luck with those dudes."

The bartender finished the drink, and sullenly placed it on the bar in front of Deaphanie.

"Cheers," Sam smiled, raising his bottle.