Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150905195607/@comment-27226023-20150908001827

((sorry this took me so long I had a bit of a writer's block))

"Oh y-yeah of course!" he said a little too eagerly. He rushed off every now and again glancing behind to get some last looks at Quinn.

Calli watched him for a bit desperately hoping that he would slam into another waiter/waitress or trip over something. No such thing happened. Ah well, she was already devising a plan in her head. Calli's nostrils flared as she gripped the table and let out a deep growl. Then she cleared her throat.

"So what's your home town like? I read in a book somewhere about Cultural Geography that money actually grows on treees? Why is it called Fool's Town anyway?"

Calli didn't mean to belt out question after question but she was afraid that if she didn't start talking about something else she was going to act on her inclination to chase down the waiter just so she could shove his face into a fry cooker or something.