After downing a fifth plate of breakfast, Stranger relaxed while he waited for everyone else to finish. Nothing seemed to sate his hunger, but for the sake of drawing attention he decided to chill out with the food. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ve just never had a meal like this before- can’t actually remember the last time I ate!” Stranger chuckled. All of these people around him were already wealthy- or at least they were compared to him. Something Stranger knew he could use for pity- maybe they’d even want to get to know poor ol’ Jimi Hendrix and his humble background.
“What’s y’all’s names again? I think I forgot after the third plate, hehe. I’m Jimi, by the way, Jimi Hendrix. I grew up on Taris,” that part was actually true. “Had a wife and a lil chidler on the way.” Jimi said with a smile. “Sorry, if I’m bein’ a lil too much- I’m just perdy happy most the time.” He finished with a warm smile and in his best redneck accent.
“What’s y’all’s names again? I think I forgot after the third plate, hehe. I’m Jimi, by the way, Jimi Hendrix. I grew up on Taris,” that part was actually true. “Had a wife and a lil chidler on the way.” Jimi said with a smile. “Sorry, if I’m bein’ a lil too much- I’m just perdy happy most the time.” He finished with a warm smile and in his best redneck accent.