Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141216032401

((You should also probably respond to fight club))

Plutarch had a gun out in a fraction of a second, pressing it against Adonis's chest.

"You wanna see how gunhappy I can be, Adonis?" He sneered "My father was twice the man yer's is. I have half a mind to stick you with a welt so bad you'll--"

Tontette seemed to materialize beside the group. She gripped the barrel of Plutarch's pistol with surprising strength and forced away until it faced a safe direction.

"Peace, brothers." Tontette said blankly.

Plutarch snorted "hippie" under his breath, but Tontette didn't seem to notice.

"Is time of joy, friendship. Lay down weapons, enjoy season." She said. Plutarch still glared as he returned the pistol to its holster, eyes dead set on Adonis.

Tontette's brow suddenly furrowed as she connected the posters on the walls to the argument.

"Is problem...?" She asked, confused.