Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20141122071426

Quinn sat bouncing the ball off the wall and catching it. Across the basement Sob, his hands adorned in orange boxing gloves, pounded a punching bag.

Quinn looked up from where he was sitting. "Hey, Sob?"

"Yes...?" He said, stopping for a moment.

"Are you sure you got the word out?" Quinn asked. Sob rolled his eyes and went back to hammering the bag.

"Yes, quite sure. Patrons will arrive any moment now..."

Quinn nodded and returned to throwing the ball. There was a slight pause. "I still think we should charge them an entrance fee." Sob finally said.

Quinn cut him off. "No."

"Look, we could split it 70-30, it would ensure we-"

Sob's proposition was cut off by the entrance of a few students.