*yawn*
It's too quiet around here...
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*yawn*
It's too quiet around here...
*is asleap at a table across the bar*
Cirrsseeto spots an interesting blue female alien. His ears perking up with interest, the Cizerack walks over to her, sitting in the barstool beside her. Cirrsseeto smiles somewhat toothily at the woman.
Hello.
Slowly a tall, slender human strolls towards an ever so interesting blue female.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Cirrsseeto's ears fold back as he bares his fangs at the newcomer male.
Cirrsseeto moved between the intruding male and the blue female, to make it clear that his presence was not appreciated at all.
Hmmm...
Yeah it is. I blame it on the devil: AIM. That's taking all the conversation away from the boards.
*wakes up and streaches*
"Keep it down!"
Leeloo watched and smiled..aww..how cute Cirr liked Ryla
Cirrsseeto sits back down next to the blue female.
jYou arrre a prrrettjy colorrr.
I look up in surprise at the newcomer.
"Sure. Have a seat."
Cirrsseeto sits down, looking at the blue alien and purring.
"Thank you m'lady."
I sit down across from her at the table, with an intense, but cautious countenance...
With a passing glance towards Cirrsseeto, I look across at the newcomer.
"You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"Yes I believe we have, although I don't know where."
Taking a look across the table -
"Server droid - I'll have a Alderainian ale -"
And you m'lady?
Cirrsseeto's ears fold back, and he growls menacingly at the newcomer. His lips curl back, showing off his elongated canine teeth
jI wasss talkjing to herrr!
"I'll have the same."
I look back at the newcomer with a closer interest.
"By the way, what is your name?"
"My name is Tyrius Leibo, and yours?"
"It's Ryla. Ryla Relvinian."
The droid arrives, and sets two glasses down on the table. I reach for my glass and take a sip.
"So, what brings you all the way out here?"
Cirrsseeto lunges forward, swatting the newcomer with a large, clawed hand. His brute strength sends the man flying halfway across the room, smashing into a table.
Cirrsseeto stands up, ears folded back, and his fangs bared. He growls in a guttural fashion, his ice-blue eyes fixated on the rude man.