Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-24510587-20180531215746

Arthur nodded, filling a glass with water for her, while he poured himself a scotch. He joined her at the window amd handed her the glass, as he stared at the carnage. This was bad. The Americans opening fire on the crowd? That was exactly what he'd hoped for. But the bombing ruined everything...