09-19-2018, 03:35 PM
It’s not often a situation gets complicated as quickly as this one, yet here they are. A messy mass of people, with people gathering to look; two potential fights so close to one another, they will get messed up.
One is about the guy he just had to put steady because of the swinging arm, though he’s been caught by another, a lady, and pickpocketed. He half noticed the redhaired woman (red hair’s a red flag, to him, because they might be part of the insanely large family he has) saying something about that, but there’s a super unreasonable angry voice that distracts him. He’s been talking to one red-dressed lady, but apparently there’s a tall guy thinking he’s talking to his date. This great mind is going to get his neck snapped like a twig. He has mere milliseconds to turn around right and glance, seeing the second red-dressed blonde behind his original dialogue partner because Jackel walks towards the first group to place a bet - and notice the way he’s unbottuning his jacket like he’s done this millions of times before - eyes wide, like oops, and he slips his drink into the man’s face. Nothing serious, it’s not like there’s anything colourful in it. Just a good amount of alcohol that he’d only gotten to take one sip from.. ”Twig says to use your eyes,” making a point to nod to the woman placing bets. Well, damn, he lost her for an interesting conversation then.
But he doesn’t want to gamble his precious good looks over it, and slips to the left as quickly as moving is possible, between some of the spectators, the man’s a should be off there. Raises the empty glass in mockery. ”Lovely lady, you really should try to keep your date in check. Happy dancing.” and makes a break for it, because now he’s a hundred percent certain he’s set loose a rabid dog.
@[vulgaris] @[leliana] @[Jackel]
@[Arthas] because perhaps you’d care to get un-stuck from the wall and boop Vul’s nose xD
One is about the guy he just had to put steady because of the swinging arm, though he’s been caught by another, a lady, and pickpocketed. He half noticed the redhaired woman (red hair’s a red flag, to him, because they might be part of the insanely large family he has) saying something about that, but there’s a super unreasonable angry voice that distracts him. He’s been talking to one red-dressed lady, but apparently there’s a tall guy thinking he’s talking to his date. This great mind is going to get his neck snapped like a twig. He has mere milliseconds to turn around right and glance, seeing the second red-dressed blonde behind his original dialogue partner because Jackel walks towards the first group to place a bet - and notice the way he’s unbottuning his jacket like he’s done this millions of times before - eyes wide, like oops, and he slips his drink into the man’s face. Nothing serious, it’s not like there’s anything colourful in it. Just a good amount of alcohol that he’d only gotten to take one sip from.. ”Twig says to use your eyes,” making a point to nod to the woman placing bets. Well, damn, he lost her for an interesting conversation then.
But he doesn’t want to gamble his precious good looks over it, and slips to the left as quickly as moving is possible, between some of the spectators, the man’s a should be off there. Raises the empty glass in mockery. ”Lovely lady, you really should try to keep your date in check. Happy dancing.” and makes a break for it, because now he’s a hundred percent certain he’s set loose a rabid dog.
@[vulgaris] @[leliana] @[Jackel]
@[Arthas] because perhaps you’d care to get un-stuck from the wall and boop Vul’s nose xD
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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