Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150411195454/@comment-26414442-20150425090229

Pythia was going to try to pull a prank for the Thronecoming Dance, but before she could craftily come up with one, she had a dance with a butler's son, long story short – called him an unsufferable bastard, and ended up have a bet with him. It was one of the least diplomatic things the serpent princess ever done, but it was fun.

The only problem – the bet was to see who could get the most numbers in an hour. And the butler's son was winning.

Wandering over the nearest person who wasn't talking to anyone she could find, Pythia pulled out her phone, open to a Add New Contact page and showed it to them. "Hey," she said. "I'm losing a bet and I need your number."