Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24229995-20140513133334/@comment-25686329-20141213233516

Plutarch Cavendish barreled through the door and fired off two shots from his wooden/ rubber bullet-loaded revolvers.

Dang, did he love parties. He hoped there'd be some people he could hang around with. As much as he didn't want to see Wendy and Tontette, he sort of hoped they'd be there.

"Whar's the pizza and whar's the girls!?" He barked, wild smile on his face and gleam in his eye.