Board Thread:Role Play/@comment-29524970-20160808091217

"Crunchwrap, check. Victoria, check..... Music check." If there was anybody more prepared for life and better at living it, he didn't was to know. His name was Allen "Severe" Rivers and he laid down on a grassy knoll a bit outside of town, his car parked close to the bottome of it locked and clicking as it cooled down. His silver ibanez bass sitting on his chest, a crunchwrap wrapper underneath his phone on the grass, earbuds in, trying to play along with the Remedy, by Perfect cirle. Nodding, his pick strumming against the strings, there was very little error in the night air, cool and perfect. He slightly sung under his blaring headphones, he wasn't rich, famous or family bound. He was fine the way he was though. 