Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-121.208.74.30-20150928013142/@comment-121.208.74.30-20151019040345

CC agreed that someone that big would need a lot more than that to become drunk, but still. What an idiot. He had roughly thirty or fourty kids on that bus with him and he still took that risk and crossed the line between safe and unsafe with only his own pleasure in mind.

"Calli...I think it's verbal attack time." she had barely enough time to say before the bus swerved and threw her on top of Calli. A high-pitched, ear-shattering scream escaped from CC's mouth as she fell on the coyote. Her defensive aura had probably singed Calli a bit.

"GRIMMDAMNIT!" CC got up and dusted herself off. She helped Calli up with a quiet "Sorry 'bout that."

Now she was really annoyed. It truly was verbal attack time. Every irritated step towards the bus driver was an aggressive stomp, the blue and pink dome of magic getting brighter and angrier by the second. Because of CC's amazing luck, the traffic light had just turned red.

"LISTEN PUNK," CC sharply turned his head and made him look her in the eyes "I DON'T GIVE TWO DAMNS ABOUT HOW GOOD YOUR FLUFFING BOOZE IS, BUT I DO CARE ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT I'M STILL ALIVE AT THE END OF THIS DRIVE."

He was still drinking. Wrong answer.

CC snatched the half-full can of beer, emptied it out into a bin and crushed the can beneath her hiking boots. Then she slapped him, leaving a stinging crimson mark on his pathetic blank face.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you." she said coldly, confiscating the rest of his stash, before huffily returning to her seat.