Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190801223243

"It's not like that." The bartender said to them, shaking his head. "Your friend, Ms. Jones--I saw you two talking--Mrs. Mordino's had her taken.  It would be safer for you if you left."

The door flew open, slamming back against the wall, and Tim looked in on a thin, tall man with a bookish appearance. His plaid shirt was tucked into his suspendored pants, and his glasses sat low on his nose. He jumped a foot out of his seat when Tim threw the door open.

"Jesus!" He shouted, knocking his keyboard across his desk. It collided with a coffee cup and a Vault bobblehead, toppling both. Not that it made a noticable mess-- every surface of the office was covered in stacks of paper.

"What the hell, man?" The man, likely Arend, demanded, fixing Tim with an angry glare. "Are you trying to kill me or something?"