Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170306161950

Usakii wrote: "Pfft, welcome to your holiday destination. As you can see, everything is just going g r e a t."

Robin ran towards a thin alleyway, stopping right in front of a small bar/cafe. The blue and yellow sign at the top read "Monette's" in cursive chipped paint, and the faint smell of baked goods, coffee and hard liquor wafted around.

Two more gunshots and a scream could be heard a few blocks away as they stepped inside.

"Well, we're here."

It'S 1AN I NEED TO SLEEP HHHH The crowd inside fell silent as Robin walked in, Duck trailing behind nervously. He nodded to the bartender, who swiftly ran off, carrying away Rin and the children away into a room as a small murmur returned to the cafe. Everyone in the bar was wearing stark white gloves, including the Treolark's. Probably a family uniform.

Robin sighed plopping himself on one of the booths, beckoning the two remaining men to sit down as anyone else in close proximity glanced their way before uneasily doing what they have done before.

"Well. Why use tact when you can use a sledgehammer, hm? You probably just cost us all our lives for blurting that out in public, Maxwell."

He sucked his teeth lightly, pouring himself a shot of hard whisky as he glowered. Heron will probably murder them with a microwave, later on tonight, might as well make the most of it.