BlackSheep sat on the counter, sighing. "I'm bored." she complained to no one in particular. Cobra scratched an itch on her forehead.Nobody paid attention to her as they cheered on the drinkers. "Hey, Cobra. Wanna do somthin'?" Cobra paused for a moment, her finger on her cheek. "No." she turned back to cheer for NightFire, who had now decided he could do more than all of them, having the supreme power to kick out anyone that won over him. Black pushed through the crowd to grab Cobra's arm. "Oh c'mon. We need lives. I know a great substitute. Let's get tatoos." Cobra shrieked, "Evvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiii-" as she was pulled out of the War Tavern and into a nearby peircing shop.



(post by *BlackSheep)