#thread: knave

Alice was bored at work and she had begun to wonder if she truly needed it, especially since she never spent any time at home ---- wandering the town and not sleeping was a whole lot better than lying motionless in a shitty bed for five hours, anyway. Dreams did not satisfy her; they were inconclusive and, for someone like Alice, not having a proper end to an epic adventure was some sort of torture. 

Just like a snap of fingers, however, the whole night became a lot more interesting. 

A small smirk appeared on her lips as she used an old cloth to wipe the counter, her eyes never leaving who she knew would be her company for the night. “Welcome to Trip Trap” Alice began, a subtle and devious look on her eyes as she eyed Knave up and down, “I hope you left your knives at the door.” The Fable teased, knowing full well he wouldn’t be Knave without his knives.