Prophet of Bogan
The only reply that she got from the masked man was a roll of his eye. He was a bit wary about being out so late, he was always told that nighttime in a city meant nothing but trouble. He didn't voice his complaints however. A small sigh left him as he spotted the line outside of the building that they were going into, about to head to the back of it until he felt
Alina Tremiru
grab his arm. He was confused just about the entire time that she hauled him inside with her, his free hand pointing at the line in a silent question.
Oh well, all the better to not wait he supposed. "You may be able to put me on the ground, but putting a drink in my stomach is an entirely different challenge Alina."
Oh well, all the better to not wait he supposed. "You may be able to put me on the ground, but putting a drink in my stomach is an entirely different challenge Alina."