Log!

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

Who: Alien Valmont, Hobo Iroh, and... you?
What: Let's play some alien poker!
Where: ALIEN CASINO
When: Last day of port!
Warnings: Gambling, drunkenness, casino full of douchebags?

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[grand_lotus]

Iroh, a guest at OS19 as of a few weeks ago, had once been a general - equally feared and admired across a number of systems for his strategic genius. For reasons nobody knew, five years back his forces had been crushed in a decisive battle that turned the tide of a war against him. Accusations as mundane as age and as vicious as treason were levelled against him; he had abandoned his post and vanished in disgrace. He had taken to drifting, staying in one place only for as long as it took to earn or win enough money to move on.

Here and now he had chosen the second, and if any employees of the casino knew his face they chose not to mention it. He was not as elaborately dressed as some of their other patrons, but he looked respectable. Iroh offered kind, courteous words to the young woman who sold him a shallow pile of chips, then made his way to the poker table, pausing behind the seat that the young man in the atmosuit had just vacated.

"Gentlemen." He sat down slowly, cautiously, as if favouring old wounds.

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

Valmont shifted his attention to Iroh quickly. There was a steady dignity to the man that was intriguing, and honestly fairly unusual around these parts. Valmont tossed a few chips into the pot lazily, indicating that he was sitting the hand in, and rested his hand on his cheek keeping his eyes fixed on the newcomer,

"Welcome. You know, I don't believe I've seen you playing here before. Are you new to the station? Or just to the tables here?"

Valmont kept his tone airy and cheerful, he didn't want to come across as provocative unless necessary, but his night required entertainment, and a new face was always of interest to him.

[grand_lotus]

"New to this establishment," Iroh said, placing his bet when the time came, "though I admit that I've spent longer on this station than most." 'Most', of course, being the transitional population who rarely stayed longer than it took to refuel and restock. "Spoken like a veteran, sir."

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

"Mm. I'm a trade representative. A brand ambassador, if you like. The high population turnover here makes this place a very profitable business location for me." Valmont shrugged lazily, calling the bet, and sweeping up his cards with one hand.

"I've been one of the stations full time residents for... just under two years, I believe."

Finally catching the eye of the handsome waiter, Valmont waved him over, "The same again, thank you and-- Are you drinking, Mister...?"

He smiled dazzlingly, flashing rows of thin, fang like teeth.