Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150411195454/@comment-25686329-20150427022415

The Yankee had brought his own mug for the punch and suddenly felt his grip on it tighten as the girl skittered away.

He gritted his teeth as his powerful hands snapped the porcelain handle, detatching it from the body of the cup and leaving it to shatter on the edge of the dance floor.

His mind swam with memories of that hellish redheaded coquette, her smile and every single moment of emotional pain she caused.

He wasn't angry at her, he was angry at himself, angry that for a breif moment, he entertained the thought that she might be different.

Something in his born-to-take-what-he-wanted blood ignited, and he dashed after Pirouette.

"Hey, hang on." he barked, trying to seem more understanding and less tinged with spite. "Is there a problem...?"

- - -

Ticktania slid in.

"I have a network of associates, all linked to my phone. I could... lend you the numbers, should you need them." she said to Pythia.