The Bluth Yacht, Sunday night after closing Caritas
GOB walked up to his yacht with a great many misconceptions about what was going on tonight. Not that anything would be much different if he didn't have those misconceptions. Essentially, things were happening and GOB didn't understand why. All he understood was that he was bringing a woman home tonight.
"Well, here we are," GOB said. "Ever been on a yacht before?"
[OOC: Locked to the poor not!hooker who will surely regret this in the morning. NSFWish elements depicted herein.
Poor, poor Mary.]
"Well, here we are," GOB said. "Ever been on a yacht before?"
[OOC: Locked to the poor not!hooker who will surely regret this in the morning. NSFWish elements depicted herein.
Poor, poor Mary.]