The Writer's Café

Reg gasps and throws the irn bru at knight.

 

David Catches the irn bru and undoes the cap and takes a gulp... "you gotta love it"

 

"I've got the irn bru not you, eejit you just threw your stupid eggnog at him"

 

"does somebody waNt to clean all the dead bodys outside finally?" Riddle says.

 

Reg giggles. What David is drinking isn't Irn-bru...

 

The David drinking the liquid disappears into a puff of smoke, laughter ipples through the cafè

 

Reg shakes her head in annoyance. How had she tolerated him for all these eons?

 

Music plays from a corner of the cafè where a stranger is sat, he is playin' the lute
-2nd person-

 

"Because he never drop kicked a monkey?" Keir looks back over that fond memory

 

Reg looks at the stranger... she can recognize that music anywhere, but she doesn't say anything.

 

Out
I'm trying to find lady Marians stories Can any body help?

In

 

"duh... Reg, course its me" David says pulling down his hood.

-out-
just scan fan fiction bud

-in-

 

"why don't we play a game? One person asks a asks a question the other answers. That way we can get to know one another better." riddle asks.

 

Out-

Yeh I know but it's late and I'm too tired and lazy to go through them all

In-

 

Out
eel I dunno then lol

 

"Sure, why not, as long as you understand there will be no answers to questions regarding monkeys!"

 

Reg considered this, then agreed to play the game. She knew she didn't have to answer truthfully, and knew that David had enough common sense not to tell everybody her secrets...

 

"ok I'll start. On a scale of one to ten how powerful to you think you are?" riddle asks everyone.

 

Reg isn't sure. "Umm... 7, maybe?"

 

"4" david says coldly