[center][color=66cdaa][h1][b]Bob[/b][/h1][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/zJYlBVi.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Paris
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Scooby Gang, specifically [@Lady Amalthea] and [@Pundii]
[u][b]Date:[/b][/u] March 15[sup]th[/sup][/center]

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"[color=66cdaa]Oh my shit fuck.[/color]" Now, Bob doesn't mean to swear in front of polite company. One of the few things he had taken from his days in a devout Christian family was manners. The importance of a first impression was essential for people to look at you the right way. He didn't want to seem like a dumb thug from the ghetto who got lucky, he wanted to be a gentleman. Hence the suit and polite conversations in the car. But he really could not help it, the mansion was absolutely insane! Better than anything in the whole of San Fran, the home of rich people who have nothing better to do! It was absolutely astounding at him on how wealthy some people are. He glanced at Mr. Lewis and nodded appreciatively before going to Joel.

"[color=66cdaa]Are all ya'll Europeans this rich 'cause hot [i]damn[/i].[/color]" He joked, raising his arms and doing a "behold!" pose at the large house. He chuckled to himself before coming back to the limo, picking up his bags. He paused to look at the bottle of warm, honey mead half full, laying on a seat. He looked around before quickly snatching it, grinning as he stashed it away in his bags. He then walked into the mansion, creeping up behind Tas and Claire. Looking behind him and putting a finger on his mouth, he silently brought out his harmonica and went right up behind the astonished pair. He then began to play "Red Flag" by Billy Talent, no doubt scaring the socks off both of them.

Bob's eyes merely twinkled at the disapproving faces, dropping his bags to the side before swinging his heavy arms over their shoulders. He grinned widely and prepared his best 'proper accent', clearing his throat loudly. "[color=66cdaa]Does anyone want to get intoxicated with a bottle of absolutely lovely alcohol?[/color]" He jerked the thumb on Tas' shoulder towards his backpack, hiding the alcoholic liquid gold.