[b]Name:[/b] No
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Dragon
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] Open, [@Ayemdar] [b]Mentioned:[/b] Open

[b]Rough night, huh?[/b]

The dragon had drifted off briefly without even realizing that he had. His eyes cracked open when he heard a feminine voice that had been so smooth that he hoped the voice matched the woman. The warrior sat up straight in his chair and upon glancing across the table at the sexy thief, he tried to play off his hangover. He rested a folded arm on the back of his chair, puffed out his chest proudly, and eased back comfortably. The air of arrogance had just thickened.

“I had me some [i]Beau Bey[/i] last night,” he bragged, which wasn’t exactly a conversation a man would have with a pretty woman, but then again, No wasn’t exactly refined. He then frowned in contemplation as he tried to recall what had even happened last night. “…I can’t remember what happened though. It must have been good.”

His façade started to falter as he felt a wave of nausea come over him. He slowly started to lean, no longer having the strength to stay up. His cheeks puffed with what left his lips as black smoke before he pathetically returned to resting upon the table with the side of his head plastered against the surface.

“Ugh, shit…I think I drank too much last night.”

He closed his eyes to resume his suffering.