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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1524427 times)

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homicidal base security
suspicious loving tippy
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You can't win friend. I assist.

The same guard from before also "seemingly materializes out of nowhere".
: I don't think so, friendo. You'd best leave the intoxicated lady alone.

You feel the disapproving glare through the goggles and get the distinct feeling he assumes you deliberately got her drunk.
He then casts his glance over at Tippy.
: Are you well? Do you need assistance entering your room?
: [A... fleet. Of whose ships?]

I fall on the floor.
"[Oh, forget me.]"
I stumble my way back into the dorm.
I don't remember hearing the door shut, but it's probably my drunkenness getting the best of me. I fall asleep.

"[Oh... right. My bad. It- it was a Kintharian fleet.]"

Tippy straightens up best she can.

"Th- Thank you for your concern sir... I may-may be intoxicated, but i insist he's on good termz with me right now..."

The guard's arrival beckons my return. I take up my observation in the peanut gallery and prepare for the encore.


"[Oh... right. My bad. It- it was a Kintharian fleet.]"
: [stuff. forget. I have to go call my brother right now.]

She gets up and practically runs off.

Tippy straightens up best she can.
"Th- Thank you for your concern sir... I may-may be intoxicated, but i insist he's on good termz with me right now..."
There's a bit of a pause as the guard thinks about how to respond.
: ...Then perhaps you should let him get the door.

Locke steps cautiously away from the guard to tippy.

"Here."

I put the key in the door and unlock it for her.

"Ehe. You have a good night Ma'am."

Locke steps cautiously away from the guard to tippy.

"Here."

I put the key in the door and unlock it for her.

"Ehe. You have a good night Ma'am."
Tippy shortly makes a hurling motion but nothing happens.

"No. I didn't didn't say you could leave yet. I got something cool i want to sh- show you."

She pushes the door open and stumbles in.

"Heave a goodknurt mr. guard man."

Roger steps forward to go in but hesitates

The Mercanan just watches the situation, fully expecting something terrible to happen. Whether he enters Tippy's room or goes back to his own, it's probably in Roger's best interests to get out of the guard's sight.

I stay and listen to the noises of the cantina.

Tippy grabs Roger by the shoulder and pulls him into the room and shuts the door.

"You're way to loving slurr and i'm the one thats drunk. Set Doun."



What a stuff encore.

I walk off towards the bar. It's full of Mercanans. Mercanans who just want to relax. The peace is, or was, or will be, disturbed by the Asethians. From what chatter I can decipher there is some moaning about the Asethians already being unfashionable in the Cantina. It's not unfounded. We drink like rock-fish, and have the temperament of one too, when drunk.

Glorious Asethia.

On that note, some day, before I die, I will eat a rock-fish.



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« Last Edit: June 11, 2015, 01:54:25 AM by Mr. Hurricane »

Roger obeys and sits down on the chair.

"so..."