The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Daerune]

He young man would shrug taking a swing of his wine he brought being a good one which being in a Rogues base would cost him a bit more then the drink Clif had just downed, he would tip some of the wine into Clifs glass a small tattoo on the bottom of his wrist. "Well Sober would have been nice... and all." he gives a little smile. "Rogers a little jumpy don't you think that positions almost like hes going to pull his gun out from his pants and smack some one in the face with it." He would breathe in the air just leaving the bottle by Clif as if predicting he would have gotten him here as he takes a drink from his water. "Hows the Rogue business going?"

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