[color=fff200][i]"You'd think after centuries of writing you'd be better at speaking English."[/i][/color] Boogie said with a slight smirk as he listened to Abdul, he could already tell the old writer was trying to get under his skin. He may not have been a member of the thirteenth floor, but Boogie was more than use to the mind games that these spell slingers used. He himself was guilty of using such tactics back in his heyday, though for much darker reasons.

[color=fff200][i]"I'm afraid I haven't been staying under anyone's bed save my own. Though I have been [u]in[/u] quite a few lately, this Glamor does have some of its benefits."[/i][/color] He chuckled as he pulled out his flask and brought it to his lips, taking a rather long swig. His pierced tongue danced over his lips as licked away the remain whiskey. [color=fff200][i]"Oh I was never afraid of spring water, just not much of a swimmer myself."[/i][/color]

[color=fff200][i]"But that is enough of me, what about you Abdul? Still milking that whole author thing of yours for all it is worth?"[/i][/color] Boogie said as he turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. [color=fff200][i]"I have to assume it is nothing like the old days eh? The originals are usually the best.[/i][/color]