1
The Cancer / Re: Damn Good Times! (Winkle)
« on: January 27, 2017, 01:41:31 pm »
There was a shift in the air about Cal. Gone was the lax demeanor. In its stead was an air of sophistication, of nobility and pride. "Civility is but a state of mind. Civility can be doctored. Nobility, aristocracy, those cannot be forged. Those imbue one with sophistication and pride." His voice was haughty and arrogant. Then as if a switch had been flipped he returned to normal with an airy laugh escaping his lips. "With the right incentive I can be whatever I need to be. You know where to send the information we can figure out the details later. Now another drink and let me tell you of some of my more... interesting exploits with the opposite sex."
Cal spoke at great length of two sister of a race he could not remember. Their skin green in hue, the strange raised ridged that formed patterns along said skin. Sensual curves an toned muscles. Of their flexibility and how they had forced him to use his magic to keep his "flag at full staff" during their long encounter. Of his fondness of Alterians and their deep copper skin that was akin to the softest and smoothest of leather. He went spilled everything he could remember. It was too long removed since he had sat down and chatted with someone at length. Even with a jump drive a ship was lonely when traversing the void. The strong alcohol aided in his loose lips but he could remove its effects with a spell of his healing magic if he was inclined to.
"That my friend was a few of the happy endings I've found in my journey. Plenty other stories I'd rather not talk about though. Too damn embarrassing to tell. So what about you. Bars looking as shit-tastic as ever. Anything interesting happen around here? Just got back from a six month stint 'round the system."
Cal spoke at great length of two sister of a race he could not remember. Their skin green in hue, the strange raised ridged that formed patterns along said skin. Sensual curves an toned muscles. Of their flexibility and how they had forced him to use his magic to keep his "flag at full staff" during their long encounter. Of his fondness of Alterians and their deep copper skin that was akin to the softest and smoothest of leather. He went spilled everything he could remember. It was too long removed since he had sat down and chatted with someone at length. Even with a jump drive a ship was lonely when traversing the void. The strong alcohol aided in his loose lips but he could remove its effects with a spell of his healing magic if he was inclined to.
"That my friend was a few of the happy endings I've found in my journey. Plenty other stories I'd rather not talk about though. Too damn embarrassing to tell. So what about you. Bars looking as shit-tastic as ever. Anything interesting happen around here? Just got back from a six month stint 'round the system."