The Writer's Café

I go to Erram for one day. ONE DAY. And you guys decide to blow up my cafe, stab each other with scissors, turn the place into the HQ of a drug cartel, and get your faces all over the DAMN NEWS?!?!?!?!?!

That's it! I'm canceling all my orders for Writer's Rum, and eating all the cheesecake by myself! Go burn down a bakery or something.
 
matzah said:
Fine, Ill just go the the bakery across the street I own and eat my own cheesecake Irin. Gosh.
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You do that, then. And don't gosh me!

cheesemuffin said:
*starts making building chasis, placing a sheet of steal in between two layers of metal*
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What? There better not be explosives in that. And I'm the only one aloud to hide items in the floorboards!
 
Haha, no prob Matzah XD Only joking.

Yo, Cheese! You good with this?

The Hitchhicker's Guide to Survival said:
A note about the role playing for Character Nights - It's actual role playing. And I don't mean that person A posts:

-throws rum bomb-

And person B posts:

-ducks-

More like this:

A: The bomb felt heavy in his hand. It smelled of explosives. The mere scent of it made Cheese want to jump up and down with joy. It wasn't that he was a pyromaniac or anything. He just liked when things go BOOM! And when there's was rum, it was all the better. Suddenly he heard Irin going on and on about her nice clean floors now spattered with blood. Her voice was really irritating. In an attempt to shut her up, he threw something at her. It was too late to do anything by the time he realized what he threw wasn't a spoon or a chair or a piece of cheesecake. It was the bomb.

Then person B says:

"Honestly, the amount of times I clean this floor a day, you'd think I worked for Stanley Steamer! What is it about 'I don't want blood on my floors,' that you don't under -" Irin cut herself off when she noticed something coming straight for her. She jumped out of the way, landing with a hard THUD on the bloodstained floors. Whatever had been thrown at her had landed a few feet away. With a start, Irin realized it was one of Cheese's Rum Bombs. "What did I say about explosives in the Café?" She almost said, but stopped herself when she noticed the timer with barely a minute left on it. "Uh...Cheese...how did you disarm these things again?"
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