Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140421012810/@comment-5543592-20140423023156

(Lol.  Poor Gold.)

Calico was coming to. He returned to his stool-propped kneeling position.

"Ahoy, bucho." He said to Vekel, who was just staring at Calico, looking irritated.

"Can you fill me flagon with more of yer sweet spirits."

"Go sleep it off Calico.  Come back later when your sober.  I don't have time for this."

"Arr, your hanging me jib.  If I'm as loaded to the gunwalls as you say how can I be possibly doing this?" Calico drew one of his swords and began doing something with it that he probably thought was cool but looked like he was just wiping the floor with it.

Vekel dragged Calico, who fought back but was so drunk and disoriented he was basically just flailing. Vekel, once he had dragged Calico to the edge of the cistern, pushed the Redguard in with his boot.

"Ho, there!" Cried Calico, for some reason gleeful, as he splashed into the sewer. He thrashed around violently as he submerges and gasped for air once he resurfaced.