one-hundred-sixteen.
So, hey, Octavius, I hear your ass is in trouble. Good luck, skirty.
In celebration of my getting a job, I think we should all go out. Someone told me they would buy me and my guests drinks if I went to some bar called Raven or something weird like that. I'm not about to pass up the offer.
Takers? Don't keep a girl waiting.
((ooc: that's right. She got a job. Sort of. For about five minutes. It's a worthy milestone.))
In celebration of my getting a job, I think we should all go out. Someone told me they would buy me and my guests drinks if I went to some bar called Raven or something weird like that. I'm not about to pass up the offer.
Takers? Don't keep a girl waiting.
((ooc: that's right. She got a job. Sort of. For about five minutes. It's a worthy milestone.))