[center] [h2][color=f7941d]Charles O'Malley[/color][/h2] [/center]
Charles smiled slightly at the unadulterated chaos going on in the bar behind him. [color=f7941d]"And ah was just about to recount my own version of them events..."[/color] He looked at Joshua from his stool and said. [color=f7941d]“How long do you reckon ah have before one of them brawlers behind me throws a punch mah way? Hopefully long enough to finish a glass of champagne.”[/color] Charles mused, answering his own question. [color=f7941d]“I’ll take the priciest one you’ve go-”[/color] The loan shark ducked as a glass flew over his head and shattered into pieces against a wall. [color=f7941d]"Priciest one you’ve got,”[/color] He reaffirmed. [color=f7941d]“I’m in no mood to be picky right about now.”[/color] Charles never quite understood the purpose of these fights. It seemed like a perfectly good way to waste your own energy and put yourself in the way of unnecessary harm when you could otherwise be doing something productive. [color=f7941d]“Anyways, how’ve you been faring Joshua? I'd just recently dealt with that Drummah fellow I've mentioned in the past myself."[/color]