Well... He visited several times... Though I admit were not that close... Sona then sighed. Fortune, theres only one big problem... I already said I would go to the date...

"MATURE!?!?"
Garic slammed his fists on the counter as he stood up leaving two perfect impressions.
"Be careful my temper is not worrying what I do with it is."
He growled angry.

"Ah..." Sarah said, but slowly smiled. "...are you sure you're not just getting cold feet, girl?"

"Yeah, that's enough rum for you." Sarah said, snatching his glass.

"That I did that I did."
He looks into her eyes. Even in his tipsy state courage hard to come by.
"I...well....I just...well...I think now I am not certian but I think my ex is out to kill me."

"oh don't think it's the rum now lady."
He flipped a rare coin for payment and stormed out.

Shaco leans forward with a grin,
"Who says its a female? Who says it even has a gender?"

Chuckling he sits back and rests his head in his hands,
"Maybe it's you! Maybe it's that guy!"
He jerks a stiletto in some random's direction....

"Food... Fleshbags like food... Meaty fleshbags obviously they like food..."
He stops and looks around,
"I CAN BRING EM HERE!"

I... Umm... *sigh*... It's just... I am too... Afraid... That it would hurt him... I do not wish to break anyone's heart... And certainly not a friend's... Sona looked at the floor, fiddling with her fingers.

I like him... But not that much... Theres... Already someone in that place...

Sarah gave him an odd look. Not the kind of case she expected to get from a client. After a pause, she reached under the counter, and set a flintlock pistol in front of him.

"Exhale for long range shots, inhale for short range." She said calmly. Then, she visibly reconsidered. "...but I guess we should talk first. What makes you think that?"

Sarah frowned, and pocketed the coin.

"...maybe that's a mask, maybe you're a chick?" Sarah asked, smirking. "Well, I've basically just got peanuts and frozen foods that I blitzwave, but sure, you can bring your date here. Everyone loves chicken wings."

"Ah, I see." Sarah said, nodding. "Okay, yeah, don't lead this guy on. I'm... sorry, girl, there's no easy way to do this. You're just gonna have to be honest with him. Try to make it clear that you still want to be his friend, and just hope he's okay with that." She gave Sona a pitying look, and patted her shoulder.

Shaco chuckles,
"Maybe I am a female? Maybe I am both... Perhaps I'm actually the clone..."
He taps his stiletto on the bar in contemplation,
"Maybe Shaco is behind you currently drinking all your alcohol!!!"
Tilting his head he grins,
"MAYBE I don't have feelings for aaaaanyone at all! Maybe I'm bored! Making you lower your guard. THEN!"
He makes a throat slitting gesture with his stiletto, but stops and drops the Stiletto on the bar before jumping onto a nearby stool, landing on it with one foot.
"Chicken wings? The flappy things?... Never had em."

Jarvan stooped slightly as he entered the tavern, wary of hitting his head on the door from. Glancing around hesitantly, he spied Sarah and headed in her direction. Doing one final perception check to confirm that Shyvana is not within earshot, he approached Sarah Fortune, pulling a seat up next to her.

"Er.... Sarah?"