Leandros Solus
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Leandros took his tihaar and drank up, savoring the smooth burn as it went down his throat. His nostrils flared for a bit and he took a slow breath while setting the drink back on the countertop. Mandalorians prided themselves on their ability to make food as spicy as possible, the liquor as strong as possible, and the women as-
“Aww, don’t look so sour, Lenny,”
-obnoxious as possible, apparently. Trixie interrupted his thoughts and told him to cheer up, shoving a shot into his hands, a massive grin on her face. Behind her, Sumas laid on the ground, having gotten his proper greeting. He figured he could let loose around his own people, so what the hell? He clinked his glass against hers and threw back the shot, realizing after the fact that, knowing her, it was probably spiked. As long as he didn’t do anything stupid, he didn’t care, though. Leandros turned his head to look at Narir, giving him a ‘please help’ kind of look, even though he knew he’d be alone in this mission. Trixie was one of those people who everyone knew about but weren’t willing to step in and stop for fear of becoming her new target. This was a solo operation.
The cheering distracted him, and Leandros turned his head to watch Dalyn flip off the camera followed shortly by Revy beating Skylar without much of a fight. The bar roared in congratulations, laughing at how quickly it was over. The combatants in this stage had truly been crafty. In the other fight, it was going a bit more slowly, but it looked like Dax and Crystal would be the ones coming out on top, if they kept up this momentum.
Trixie grabbed his attention again and he looked over towards her, considering her question for a moment. He took a sip of his drink and shrugged listlessly. There weren’t many worlds left that needed to burn, save for a few. ”Jedi worlds, Sith worlds, doesn’t matter,” he admitted, ”Nobody can stop us. We’re Mandalorians!” he shouted, raising his drink to the cheers around him after he said that. He smiled at his people and took another sip, looking at Trixie, ”Why? Have any worlds in mind that need a good invasion?” he asked, raising a brow at the woman’s visibly-teetering sanity. His eyes briefly glanced at Koil, pitying the man who became an improvised chair for the woman talking to him. Some things never changed.
@Sreeya @Phoenix @Darasaurus
“Aww, don’t look so sour, Lenny,”
-obnoxious as possible, apparently. Trixie interrupted his thoughts and told him to cheer up, shoving a shot into his hands, a massive grin on her face. Behind her, Sumas laid on the ground, having gotten his proper greeting. He figured he could let loose around his own people, so what the hell? He clinked his glass against hers and threw back the shot, realizing after the fact that, knowing her, it was probably spiked. As long as he didn’t do anything stupid, he didn’t care, though. Leandros turned his head to look at Narir, giving him a ‘please help’ kind of look, even though he knew he’d be alone in this mission. Trixie was one of those people who everyone knew about but weren’t willing to step in and stop for fear of becoming her new target. This was a solo operation.
The cheering distracted him, and Leandros turned his head to watch Dalyn flip off the camera followed shortly by Revy beating Skylar without much of a fight. The bar roared in congratulations, laughing at how quickly it was over. The combatants in this stage had truly been crafty. In the other fight, it was going a bit more slowly, but it looked like Dax and Crystal would be the ones coming out on top, if they kept up this momentum.
Trixie grabbed his attention again and he looked over towards her, considering her question for a moment. He took a sip of his drink and shrugged listlessly. There weren’t many worlds left that needed to burn, save for a few. ”Jedi worlds, Sith worlds, doesn’t matter,” he admitted, ”Nobody can stop us. We’re Mandalorians!” he shouted, raising his drink to the cheers around him after he said that. He smiled at his people and took another sip, looking at Trixie, ”Why? Have any worlds in mind that need a good invasion?” he asked, raising a brow at the woman’s visibly-teetering sanity. His eyes briefly glanced at Koil, pitying the man who became an improvised chair for the woman talking to him. Some things never changed.
@Sreeya @Phoenix @Darasaurus