forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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André wiped a hand down his face. Colonials.. No respect for their roots..

alright guys im off too bed! Try not to get in too deep, i dont want to miss any juicy drama. See yall tmrw!)

(Alight, goodnight :)

Pierre returned to his seat at the bar, casting harsh flares at anyone who glanced his way in question.

Annalise walked down road, turning into the ally she had told her little brothers to wait in.

Jane watched the whole affair take place from her seat. When John returned, she quickly looked him up and down. "Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, her British accent strong and loud.

He wiped his brow, "Yes, just frustrated." He exhaled. "Nobody respects us redcoats like they used to. We're a ghost in our own domain,"

Jane pressed her lips together. "Well, at least you're alright," she said, checking him over again just to make sure he was fine.

He tapped his empty glass, shifted his jaw. "Are you sure you want nothing to eat?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she insisted with a smile.

He let himself relax, "Well, I for one need another glass of whiskey."

Jane thought for a second. She had money in her pocket. She would get one too. She got the bartender's attention. "Two whiskeys, please." She looked at John. "I'm paying for mine."

John chuckled, "I like a woman who can handle herself," he lifted his empty glass in kudos.

Jane grinned. “Well, then, I think you’ll like me.”

"You think?" He echoed.

Annalise smiled when she found her brothers. "Hello boys, I think I've got enough for some bread from that one merchant…"

"You think?" He echoed.

Jane shrugged but was grinning slyly.

John chuckled warmly, taking his glass when the tavernman set down.

Jane accepted hers graciously and looked at the amber colored liquid.

Pierre took his glass of beer and sat down at the far corner of the tavern, away from them both. He took a deep breath, letting his anger simmer for a moment before putting it out. That's over, thank god. You've kept your money and your head, be grateful..

Johm leaned over and clinked his glass against hers.

Jane duplicated the action. “Raise a glass to the monarchy,” she said softly.

"To the King. God bless him." He echoed.

"To the King. God bless him." He echoed.

Jane whipped her head back and swallowed the drink.

:D!!))

John laughed, "You do not waste a heartbeat! I like you!" The partially intoxicated man exclaimed.

She lead her brothers down to where they usually met the man that sold some cheap bread. "Hello, Mr. Jones. i do hope I've gotten enough for a loaf."

Jane laughed as the liquid pleasantly burned her throat.