Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-24696651-20160718175302

"The Preachers?" Sam asked, confused. "There's a narky surf band that calls themselves the Preachers. Those dudes couldn't raid a surf shop between them."

The bartender had finally made his way over to Sam and Deaphanie's position.

"Whaddaya want?" he asked.