
I want to challenge myself with a twisted role play plot. Any one up for trying one out with me?

"Connor. Arms to yourself." She warned.

She nodded. "Me too. Makes me sick."

"I like to be in my right mind. The drink's not for me."

Tara watched him and the rest drink.

Tara sat down across form him and small barrel of gun powder.

Tara look down and nodded. "okay."

"You should be mad at me."

"I'm the one who should be sorry..."

"You don't fool anyone." Tara told him.
"We don't jump ship mate. We drink. Come below. We drink!" a member of the crew shouted. Tara took Connor's arm and pulled hi below deck with the others.

"You do that... and you won't get to share in the riches of Highland when we find the cure." Tara said behind him. Most of the crew was at her back.

When Tara woke she avoided him, thinking he was still mad. She did her chores and hung out with the other to learn more about the ship.

Tara nooded, curling in a ball.

"Do you hate me now too?"