Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20181104015326/@comment-27993411-20181105173011

Duke taps Chandler on the shoulder. "Hey, Heather..."

Chandler gives the stink-eye to Duke. "Can't you see I'm busy here? It's not like you were shot by a goddamn gun!" She contemplates taking off her red pumps, just to throw at Duke.

"Your back, it's got..."

"Got what?" Heather feels her back; her hand getting govered in goo. She instantly rips off her blazer, screaming so loud it may even break glass, her cheeks turning cherry red in anger.

"Heather... spare blazer... now."

Duke digs deep into her purse; the most she managed to find was an old blazer which looked fine; except for a loose button. It'd do. "I only have this," Duke says, shakingly handing the blazer to Chandler, who promptly slides it on.

"Now..." Chandler looks around the room, and raises her voice. "Who the fuck threw that goo at me?"