Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26208189-20150905022733/@comment-3991308-20150909082532

"Did I?" Bas grinned, took another sip and continued. From visual and physical cues both in voice and action, it seemed like someone actually had interest in what he was saying! That was brilliant. "Unfortunately, yes. Not friends, of course. He's too much of an arse, and he doesn't even have an arse."

He was rambling, but Bas didn't care. Someone gave him an opportunity to talk shite and he was going to take it. "I was hanging out with Radiant Couronne when I found out about the trousers. Y'know, Radiant, Rennard Couronne's twin sister? She's a dozen times hotter than that foxy smug-faced jerk – Rennard, not Yiannis, of course."

"So, we were talking at one of the drinks table, and the guy comes marching over, saying 'Baaaaaaaas' in the whinest tone I've ever heard, followed by a 'my trousers are on fire, you better helped'. And just I am now, I was just casually sipping a cup of unspiked punch – raspberry I believe?" Bas laughed. In a mockingly serious voice, he concluded, "'Sorry, I can't control fire'. Man, he got so angry, you wouldn't believe. I got security to escort him out, though, which was good."

"Anyway, great story, huh? You should have been there. You would have loved it," he finished with his typical grin.