[h1][center][color=royalblue]Bradley Drake, Jr.[/color][/center][/h1]

Bradley put a palm on his face in frustration. These landlubbers are fussing over the stupidest of things. Apparently, one of them hit on the other one, and then he gets punched in the face. If this were a crew, Bradley already knew what'd drag their boat down to the Kraken's depths, and its these landlubbers too absorbed in finding a nice lass. [i]Ridiculous![/i]

And then that pink-haired lass started at him again with her snide responses. Attitude like that would get you the plank, Bradley believed. Too bad walking the plank has become illegal, in this day and age... But oh, he definitely had a bit on his mind to tell her...

[color=royalblue]"An attitude like that's the reason why none o'the boys here are hitting on ye, lass."[/color] Bradley growled, his arms crossed. He would've said more if the lad in the messy suit hadn't arrived into their conversation. He nodded in agreement as to the few things he had to say regarding his issue.

[color=royalblue]"Oy, now that's what I like to 'ear! Someone who's got 'eir priorities in order, sounds like!"[/color] Bradley grinned before he rested his chin on one of his hands, evaluating the scene and thinking for a bit. [color=royalblue]"So it looks like all the other laddies and lassies are hangin' around here, so it's either the Institute is invisible, which sounds f***in' stupid, or the Institute is just a few paces ahead, and these landlubbers are just doin' f***-nothing but loungin' around. What d'ye think?"[/color]

[@Mercurial][@blumenk]