6 [ooc:yes, he is drunk, thank you for noticing.]
Sometimes I believe alcohol is too much my friend. Though, I'm not entirely sure that's possible. Those are conflicting statements, aren't they? Well I suppose it's something for someone to ponder because I have no intention of erasing back to that point. And now I've spent too long explaining that it would have been simpler to merely back up.
Davaletti, you are too good a bartender. Thank you for the lovely conversation and copious amounts of drinks.
She used to be a ghost hunter where she's from. She can talk to the spirits, or she could on her home world. Talk to them, fight them, use them, things like that. It's all very supernatural. Her job requires physical training so she's good, apparently, at fighting armed and unarmed. She also REALLY likes sex. I can not convey to you how much she enjoys that activity. She's making friends with this Zander Xavier. He's a musician. Seems rather mundane, to be honest. Is there anything else you would like to know?
Before you even reply to this, calm down. No I did not sleep with her. I thought about it. I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I decided for now to refrain as you seemed so offended before. Now, let's lay down some simple rules, here White. Yes, apparently we do, in some form or fashion, care about each other. I don't want to be exclusive though. It is far too suffocating. I think we both enjoy being able to do as we please. Hell, we're not even "dating" so much as rivals who occasionally like to fuck, right? And right now, after all the teasing at the bar from that woman, you had better get your ass over here before I pass out for the night. Understand?
[OOC: Alright, so Black met Davaletti at the bar, they had drinks and discussed what she used to do back home, how she went about, what her life was like (as far as kicking ass and getting boys), her sexual preferences, and the best use of one's body to be used as a table. Last one was random, spawned from body shots to people eating sushi off of naked women.]
Davaletti, you are too good a bartender. Thank you for the lovely conversation and copious amounts of drinks.
She used to be a ghost hunter where she's from. She can talk to the spirits, or she could on her home world. Talk to them, fight them, use them, things like that. It's all very supernatural. Her job requires physical training so she's good, apparently, at fighting armed and unarmed. She also REALLY likes sex. I can not convey to you how much she enjoys that activity. She's making friends with this Zander Xavier. He's a musician. Seems rather mundane, to be honest. Is there anything else you would like to know?
Before you even reply to this, calm down. No I did not sleep with her. I thought about it. I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I decided for now to refrain as you seemed so offended before. Now, let's lay down some simple rules, here White. Yes, apparently we do, in some form or fashion, care about each other. I don't want to be exclusive though. It is far too suffocating. I think we both enjoy being able to do as we please. Hell, we're not even "dating" so much as rivals who occasionally like to fuck, right? And right now, after all the teasing at the bar from that woman, you had better get your ass over here before I pass out for the night. Understand?
[OOC: Alright, so Black met Davaletti at the bar, they had drinks and discussed what she used to do back home, how she went about, what her life was like (as far as kicking ass and getting boys), her sexual preferences, and the best use of one's body to be used as a table. Last one was random, spawned from body shots to people eating sushi off of naked women.]