Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20151104012328/@comment-26062370-20151125213128

"With pleasure, madam."

Shakespeare waltzes over to the little fountain counter. He prepares Rose's lemonade, and his tea. Then, he prepares another lemonade. He creeps around the corner, behind a dozing cashier, and lobs it at the waitress.

He quickly retrieves the drinks, and returns.

"Here is your lemonade, ma'am."