Open [Corsin] Socially Acceptable

[Darmus Onn]

By the time Trys approached him, Darmus had taken his fancy drink from the bar and turned to watch the pool-mayhem with the bemused smile of an uncle. Meaning that it was fun to watch the kids play just because he wasn't responsible for their actions and clearly not the most senior in rank, either. "Oh, you know me-" he replied to Trys after the comment about him still being alive, but paused momentarily as he spotted Bast's cybernetic spine, "-staying alive is one of my more notable skills." and it was true, for he had more years of service than some of these lieutenants combined and rangers usually never got to fifty... and he was only a year away.

It didn't take long for Trys to get approached for some kind of handstand drinking game and while Darmus was all into drinking games he figured he'd sit this one out and made some room for them as he moved to one of the sunbathing chairs alongside the pool. "You drowning, Corran?" he even asked, watching Corran slink away in the pool casting embarrassing looks over to Lieutenant Aran. If he wasn't drowning in the pool, he sure was drowning in emotions. Kriff, didn't he have a kid on the way with a civilian? Darmus sighed as he sat down and leaned back, his face right smack in the sun and his ears far enough removed to not catch every little piece of conversation between his fellow rangers.

Then he just closed his eyes and died peacefully in his sleep. Okay, he didn't die, but he really could just fall asleep there if left alone.

 

[Sakas Zareen]

Looked like Poet wasn't going to back down from her physically or her challenge either. She grinned and couldn't help the way that her head tendrils rose behind her face to ring her head. It was something that they did when she was happy and didn't focus on keeping them in place. Usually she kept them flat against her scalp, as though they were dreadlocks or something, but she was supposed to be letting her hair down right?

When Poet decided to up the bet she barked a laugh and slapped the young Ranger on the back. Kid he might be but he was beginning to grow on her already.

"Careful closing your legs with brass balls that big, kid, don't want to have to hear them clanging together." She joked crudely before setting down the credits atop the bar without any fuss, "Two or three hundred doesn't make a difference - Cap has too much weight on the Lt for it to make a difference."

She held a hand up in a placating way to Trys with a grin.

"No offence Lt but I'm banking hard on the beskar in the Cap's blood making him handle it better than you."

It wasn't that she didn't have faith in Trys Aran to do some crazy shrak and do it well (her record spoke to that effect on it's own anyway) so much as she was adamant that Captain Rook could do it. The dude had a weight class on Trys and he was a Mando! That had to count for something other than just stylish headwear, right?

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[Roland Rook]

Roland emerged from the, blinking without needing wipe away the water from his visor. Underneath he was smiling mischievously and it didn't stop as he heard Corran's voice. Indy had joined them in the pool and looked to be perfectly at home. A humored murmur came to Roland, amused at how worked up the Lieutenant was saying after he had just jumped into the pool a moment ago. Roland interrupted him by playfully splashing a wave of water into his face and open mouth mid sentence. "Relax, Corran." An unashamed laugh would follow after the childish move.

From behind his helmet however, Roland couldn't help but glance towards Indy. His eyes were drawn to some of the newer tattoos he hadn't seen yet. It had been awhile since they had spent some good one on one time.

Roland wasn't drunk, well not yet at least which was why he looked at the commotion going on outside of the pool. He heard Sakas his yell clan name and mention something about a handstand competition. "Uhh..." His helmet turned and the man wondered if it was a good idea. His shoulders dropped and he shook his head, resigning himself to the challenge. "Let me get out of the pool first." He said it loud enough for others to hear.

Getting out of the pool the man began unbuttoning the top of his shirt and would stop only after the top few were done. Roland didn't need it all the way unbuttoned but just enough to pull over his head. Hopping out, Roland pulled the soaked shirt off and toss the discarded clothes along with his shoes beside a spare lounge chair.

The day was warm and would dry his shoulders first and then everything else. There were more libations waiting. None the less, the Mandalorian saddled up near Trys and the numerous drinks being presented. "What did I just agree too?" He listened in to what sounded like an increasing pot of money. Hearing Sakas put her hopes on him made him look towards Trys with his signature 'look' of self doubt. "uh...what does the winner get again? Wait did you just call me fat?"

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[Falynn Tikarsis]

Falynn had promised herself early on that social gatherings of any kind were to be kept to a minimum. There was always more work to be done and she preferred one-on-one conversations anyway. None of that ended up stopping her from considering an invitation to what could bluntly be considered a pool party. Hesitant at first, Falynn ended up accepting because she knew it would be beneficial to take a break before she faced her next set of tasks. Quit while you were ahead they said, so to Corsin it was.

The planet itself was so verdant that Falynn immediately didn’t regret her decision. It was a welcome contrast to the city life she experienced daily. Falynn had been to few planets, and would be glad to add Corsin to the list. Quickly checking that she was at the right location, the medic, dressed in an azure, short-sleeved blouse and beige pants, pulled her red-streaked hair into a loose braid and made her way down to the others.

She appeared to be late. At least, that was what the considerable number of people conveyed. It was all she could do to hope not too many noticed her entrance. With a longer observation, Falynn took in the faces around her; some she recognized, many she did not. Bast and Corran were both present, so she was not alone, but in the end it didn’t matter. This gathering was an opportunity to get to know people better and not one she would easily pass up. But for now, Falynn was perfectly content to take a seat in a lounge chair and get a feel for the scene while people chatted or downed drinks of which there seemed to be an endless supply of. Her other plan was to avoid being splashed by those jumping into the pool a few steps away from her seat.

 

[Poet Severino]

The corners of the half-Morellian's lips twitched upwards in a fleeting smirk at Sakas's teasing, more so when her head tendrils did those... floaty, wiggly stuff that seemed to indicate a positive emotion. Well, she did laugh out loud when he upped the challenge and gave him a rather friendly slap on the back.

Poet watched, dark brown eyes gleaming with mounting amusement, as the captain stepped out of the pool and wondered out loud what he'd just agreed into. The young Ranger hid another smirk that threatened to cross his face by popping open his can of soda and taking a swig of the sweet, fizzy drink. He turned on his bar-stool to face the Mandalorian before letting his gaze wander for a bit. Two old-timers seemed to be relaxing on the lounge chairs, with one of them looking as if he would be content to die in his sleep at any given moment.

"I'd move further back if I were you," he called out to the newcomer (or late?), a woman clad in a short-sleeved blouse and beige pants (@FireSong). "Wouldn't wanna get splashed if someone cannon-balls into the pool again."

Best be looking out for his fellow Rangers who wanted to stay dry during the party and not let them end up getting splashed like his poor self. Nodding at the woman and raising his can of soda to her in a half-assed toast and greeting, Poet shifted his focus back to the bet.

"Uh-oh, Sakas, did you just call the Captain fat?" he teased the Mikkian back with a frown, narrowed gaze shifting between her, Captain Rook, and Lieutenant Aran. "That's rude, you know. And he may be a Mando, but that doesn't change my faith and belief in the lieutenant." Poet shrugged at the Mandalorian, looking a smidge unapologetic. "Sorry, Cap."

The shots were lined, and the moment of truth now lay before them. Who would be the victor in the challenge Sakas had set up? Only one way to find out, really.

"Shots, shots, shots," Poet chanted monotonously, leaning back on the counter and nursing his ice-cold soda. He paid no heed to the bartender who cast him an odd look or two, perhaps torn between deciding if the Ranger was actually amused by the proceedings before him or not even bothering to mask his disinterest.

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[Trys Aran]

Trys stared at the bright red shots, knowing she was going to hate every bit of this. However, she wouldn’t back down from a challenge. She threw down the shots in quick succession, feeling the horrific burn at the back of her throat. It was almost enough to make her eyes water, but she knew it’d do the job. She could sense people gathering around them and they had to put on a show.

Trys looked over at the Captain, grinning at him, “All right, man, let’s do this!”

With that, she took her shades off and walked over to an empty area by the pool. Trys leaned forth and placed her palms on the ground before pushing herself up into a handstand. Her tank top flipped down to reveal she had actually dressed in swimwear for this party. Perfectly chiseled abs and more tattoos were on display but she wasn’t worried about it.

The effects of the shot would come soon. For now, it manifested as a horrible taste in her mouth that wasn’t helped with being upside down. Her face would slowly start to turn red.

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[Bast Emblai]

The drink stung slightly as it slid down her throat, pitching something in the back of her nose. The slight woozy rush was immediate. Bast was by no means a lightweight, but she rarely drank. The danger of losing self control was too high. There was no dignity in drunkenness. She took another shot, just enough to make the world go slightly blurry around the edges, like a bad holofilm. Chuckling slightly at the contest happening before her, she sat down. The honorable Lt. Aran was becoming increasingly red as all the blood rushed to her head... she’d heard something about blasted wounds to the head once. There wasn’t always instant death because of the cauterization. Still, that or the heart were preferred for kill shots. How many people had she killed? There were the thirteen but there were more, too. Memories blended together. Faces seemed so detached she couldn’t truly count how many people were lying cold on the ground without losing track.

The Lieutenant suddenly felt very hot and nauseous. Alcohol had been a bad idea. She had known it was. Why had she done it? Oh well. She was tired. And with that, the woman‘s eyes closed.

 

[Jericho Trench]

Trench had been keeping an eye on the competition as Bast began to have a few shots, though with each one, his gaze would fix on her just to make sure she was doing okay. He knew she wasn't a big drinker, he also knew that she would likely regret her choices. He had just about started to unwind when she made this face like she was thinking about something.. something morbid. She looked in a bad place and she looked tired. Instead of letting her collapse right there on the bar or puke all in front of everyone, Trench would excuse himself from the bar.

Gently tucking an arm around her waist and pulling the other arm over her shoulder, he'd keep his voice low, though thankfully the others had been keenly interested in the competition. "Hey Bast, let's get ya somewhere by the pool, yeah?" They would walk away from the bar just like a pair of two good friends reminiscing about the good ol' days. The trek would take them to the opposite end of the pool where some greenery and chairs were situated. He carefully sat her down. "How ya feeling? Legs up, legs down? Need a bucket?"

He wasn't sure what it was, but something had gotten into her, and that worried him.

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[Sakas Zareen]

Had she called Roland fat? No, but if he didn't get his arse in gear she might end up using it as a joke to try and get her Captain moving in the right direction. The right direction being three shots down and upside down in a handstand that would beat the ever loving snot out of whatever Lt Aran could bring to the table! Her credits were kind of riding on it so she was focused almost entirely on what they were doing.

She waved a hand at Poet.

"Shush shush little boy - stop trying to distract the Captain with malicious rumors of fat-jokes!" she joked with a bark of a laugh, "You think I'm not wise to your methods of trying to throw him off his game? The captain has got this!"

Sakas waved a hand and signaled to the bartender to place an order for two of the same shots that Trys and Roland were about to do. She passed one to Poet and raised her own in a salute to both of the worthy competitors before downing her own shot. Showing solidarity? Getting drunk? Why not both!

Then the unthinkable happened.

Trys Aran knocked back each shot like she was trying to do them on full-auto. Already she could see her credits melting away. She audibly groaned when she watched Trys flip into a damned near perfect handstand, her top dropping down enough that... yep, that was a six pack. Sakas gestured to Trys in, mostly, exaggerated disbelief.

"Oh come on! I didn't know the Lt was so chiseled I could grind meat on her abs! Cap, come on, please be hiding like, I don't know, an eight pack under all that tin?!"

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[Roland Rook]

Roland could only chuckle and shake his head at the teasing. A playful "Hey..." came from him at hearing Poet's remark, when he hadn't taken it personally at all.

Seeing the stare from Trys though his focus somewhat tuned out everything else. "Oya." He replied with a smile. The goofy competition warranted most of his attention and Roland already had a disadvantage. Roland wouldn't have put his credits on himself. Keeping the straw under his helmet by having it lightly pressed between his teeth, the Captain went to through each shot like a large metallic humming bird until nothing was left in any of the glasses.

After the final shot he just spat the straw out causing it to eject like a spent blaster cartridge. However his competition was already moving to get into a handstand. When was the last time I did a handstand? Was the question Roland asked himself as he placed his own palms on the ground beside the pool. He didn't have long to think about it because his own unbalance quickly brought his lower half accepting the forces of gravity. Leaning forward too far, the Captain had time to curse in Mando'a under his breath before splashing into the pool once again and even less gracefully than last time.

By the time he rose out of the water, Roland used a free hand to wipe the water beading off of his visor. Trys still warranted a round of applause which only spattered more flecks about in the afternoon day. Wading his way back over to the edge of the pool, the Mandalorian hoisted himself up and out of the pool. "I think I'm good on drinks for a bit. Time to coast." Grabbing a towel, he dried from his helmet's face first and then worked his way down. "No pun intended." He added after looking around. He had a swimsuit inside so maybe it was about time he changed into it. Otherwise Roland wondered if he should just keep wearing only the wet trousers and his helmet. That wouldn't be the worst idea...

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[Poet Severino]

Poet had the audacity to raise his hands innocently at Sakas, and while he wasn't outwardly grinning the smug amusement he felt projected in the way he confidently held himself and in the bright gleam in his dark brown eyes. His gut feeling assured him that he had every right to feel that way, seeing as how Lt. Aran seemed to be so sure of herself as she practically inhaled one shot after the other.

The half-Morellian felt that luck was on his side today, he just had to see the result of this little game to find out if the feeling was warranted.

He was taking a sip of his soda when the lieutenant began to push herself up to a handstand, and when her tank top rode down on the process the young Ranger almost choked on his drink upon seeing what the rightful title bearer of legendary Sith Slayer was packing beneath her shirt. Almost self-consciously one of Poet's hands would find his own abs, patting the area rather reassuringly. Yep, still there, even if they're not as impressive as Lt. Aran's.

He exchanged his soda for the tiny glass of Sithspit shot, frowning at it as if the drink had verbally offended him. He gulped it in one go in time with Sakas, and he could feel his eyes water at the burn it left in his throat. Poet coughed once, then twice, before slamming the glass down on the counter.

"I hate this shit," he muttered with utter vexation before turning to the bartender. "Water, please. Thank you."

The bartender was mercifully quick to comply, and, glass of water in hand, Poet's gaze settled on the competition just in time to see Captain Rook reacquanting himself with the pool with the grace of a boulder tumbling downhill while Lt. Aran maintained her position. Poker-faced, Poet shifted on his seat to face Sakas.

Luck was on his side today, indeed.

"Will you look at that," he told the Mikkian, and if his monotone was laced with smugness, well, that surely was hardly his fault, right? "The lieutenant prevails over the captain! Can I get a hells yeah or something? Don't be such a dead crowd, all of you."

Of course his free hand was making "pay up!" gestures at Sakas while he was at it. Poet might have been known for being surly, but he could be a cocky bastard as well. And now that he had just won a bet...

He'd wait for Sakas's reaction before deciding if he should let himself gloat or not. He didn't want to be punched today, thanks.

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[Corran Velt]

Darmus (@Eccles) was the first to comment Corran's attempt at trying to be the least noticeable person at the party. Damn that man's detective skills and keen eyes. A forced chuckle tried to hide the blond ranger's embarrassment, "Haha. No, no. Just enjoying the water." That was at least mostly true. Thankfully the old hand seemed to lay back in anticipation of nap instead of digging any deeper. Maybe the blond ranger could get away with doing laps in the water until he could slip away to the beach.

That prayer went unanswered. A rush of water collided with Corran’s face with his mouth open. Chemical flavors fouled his mouth. He shook his head fiercely and wiped away the droplets from his eyes and blinked at none other than Captain Rook (@Darasuum). The blond ranger stuttered until the Mandalorian urged him to relax. And then laughed. The faceless helmet of the Sith Slayer laughed. Something so shocking, that Corran half-believed he had crossed into another dimension after jumping into the pool.

Roland was summoned out of the pool by the heckling of others and that gave Lieutenant Velt some freedom to vacate from the frat party forming by the bar. As much as he wanted to skirt away from the ruckus drinking (which included hand-stands now), leaving the pool didn’t sit well with him either. The water was always fun. A pleasant distraction did offer itself up though.

Falynn Tikarsis (@FireSong) had taken up a lounge chair somewhat nearby the pool. The blond ranger hadn’t seen her since… headquarters. Even then, his memory was incredibly fuzzy. She had reportedly appeared while the toxin gripped his body and eventually his mind. Seeing her so casual was like meeting her anew altogether. Corran knew of her background and the fashion displayed spoke to that wealthy upbringing. Or just general good taste. A few broad strokes brought the lieutenant up to the edge of the pool. He crossed his arms over the edge to steady himself and kicking every so often to keep afloat in the water. "Falynn! It's been... awhile. How have you been? What have you been up to?" Curiosity was both genuine and fortuitous. Anything was better than comparing himself to Trys's abs.

 

[Bast Emblai]

Thankful for the support, Bast gave a weak smile as Jericho dragged her over to a seat. Embarrassment only briefly crossed her mind as she released her death grip on the counter of the bar and steadied herself. Another wave of heat hit her so hard she staggered slightly. Bile rose in her throat and it felt as if a vise was squeezing her temples. How many shots had she had? At least four. Perhaps it would not have the same affect on the others, but she was lean and hadn’t had anything to eat.

Gratefully taking a seat, the woman reclined for all of three seconds before making a mad dash for the nearest trash collector, neatly emptying the contents of her stomach into the bin. She felt slightly better.
“What the kriff would I do without you, Jericho? Could you grab me a water? Thank you.”

The moment the other man left, she felt her face turn crimson with shame. This was completely unacceptable. She was acting like a fool. The others were practically babysitting her. What if the captain saw? Glancing over at the bar, she briefly thought she might be hallucinating. Roland and Trys were doing handstands. Was this some ritual she was not aware of? The Mandalorian wavered, then belly flopped into the pool. What in the suns was she missing? After reading a few more moments, Bast rose, her vision only going black for one or two seconds this time, to investigate. She would do her best to hide her slightly inebriated state until the effects wore off. Thankfully, she was no longer the spectacle.

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[Falynn Tikarsis]

It wasn’t long before someone noticed her presence. Falynn glanced at the ranger who had spoken. He wasn’t someone she recognized, but given her limited knowledge of any rangers, that was hardly surprising. The man, sitting on a bar stool with a drink in hand, looked a bit drenched himself. “Ah, thank you. That’s probably a good idea,” she replied, moving her chair back. A quick nod of appreciation followed before an event caught her attention.

A small crowd had gathered by the bar for a handstand competition, which would have been more amusing if fewer shots were involved. When the captain fell into the pool, Falynn was glad she had moved far enough back to avoid the brunt of the splash. A gentle misting was fine, refreshing even, on such a warm day. With the competition over, Falynn’s attention drifted to where Bast Emblai stood with another ranger. Something about Bast’s actions caught her attention. If Falynn didn’t know any better, she would have thought Bast was . . . No—she knew Bast well enough to know that would be out of character. Just then, a familiar voice called her name.

Looking towards the pool, she saw Corran Velt there by the side. He looked in his element, as Falynn recalled he had a fondness for swimming. The last time she had seen him, however, Corran had been in a dire situation and she wondered if that would change anything about their interaction. “Corran.” She smiled warmly at him and walked closer to the pool. “It’s good to see you. I‘ve been doing well, albeit busy. And I really haven’t been up to much. Just, you know”—she gestured vaguely—“work.” Had she done anything else? “Well, that and the occasional hospital visit to change things up a bit. How about you? What’s new?” Falynn was fairly certain some things had changed since their last conversation, but unsure of the extent.

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[Sakas Zareen]

She definitely wasn’t pouting.

If Poet, or anyone else, claimed that she was pouting she would make sure that the next part of the festivities was an impromptu wrestling match where she attempted to make them eat their words. Unfortunately for her, Poet and the rest who had backed Lt Aran, were the kind of people who would probably not verbally comment so she couldn’t do that. Instead she huffed a little bit, her head tails wiggling in displeasure, before she reached into the credit bag she had brought with her.

She had brought the credits to get drunk but her desire for a good gamble had gotten the better of her in this case. Handing over the winnings to Poet with only a playful whine at their loss, she slapped the kid on the back and grinned.

“Well guess you win fair and square kid – you’re going to be gracious winner and buy a round with your hard won credits?”

Sakas looked at the captain and shook her head in mock disappointment.

“I trusted you Cap… guess I should have tried to rope Corran into this instead.” She joked with a smirk at Trys and Corran, “Then again I think he might have passed out if he got a closer look at those abs – Lt, you gonna retire selling those workout holos? Hells, I’d even pay to get abs like that!”

The urge to poke at Lt Aran’s abs was real but Sakas resisted – she would need more alcohol before she thought poking at her boss’ rock-hard abs was a good idea. Then again, that might end up happening if Poet was a gentleman about his win.

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[Corran Velt]

Pool water splashed against Corran's back in successive waves. The ripples of something having fallen in. He turned his head to see that something was Captain Rook again. Normally this would not have been an issue but rules were rules. Lieutenant Velt shouted over his shoulder, "Hey! Don't go headfirst into the pool! You'll break your neck!" A parental, scolding shake of the head punctuated the warning. Signs all around the place were quite clear. All they needed was someone being rush to the nearest medical center because they got too drunk and hit their head against the submerged pavement.

"Sorry about that. Where were we?" Corran asked, turning back to the dark-and-crimson haired woman (@FireSong) , "Oh right! It's really good to see you too. Sounds like you've been quite busy." He wondered if this little soiree was the first time in awhile Falynn had managed to get away from medical wards or ranger duties. From down in the water, Ranger Tikarsis towered over the blond man. Her casual attire made her more youthful than ever. Passersby on the street would likely assume a college student on semester break rather than a determined and method law enforcement officer. Above all else, she was healthy and alright. Corran crossed his arms on the duracrete pavement as he bobbed in the pool, "Well, I recovered from my injuries since last time. Likely thanks to you. Well, most of them." Two fingers gestured to the scar than ran along his nose in a diagonal.

The rest of the story was bit more awkward to tell. Lieutenant Velt anxiously drummed his fingers against his arm before slowly continuing, "After that... well... I investigated the disappearance of Lieutenant Aran; too little too late for the Jedi. Then I was ordered to arrest a sitting Senator on galactic television. After that I had to track down some rogue force-users on Coruscant who caused a whole lot of trouble with the locals. And then... I came here!" Corran grinned sheepishly. There were more cases and incidents. Much more. For brevity, he only mentioned the big ones. Saying them all out loud in a row sounded a lot worse than they actually were. Right?

Someone said his name. Lieutenant Velt turned again and pointed to the pink alien, "I wouldn't have lasted a second. Last time I drank was over a year ago!" Not to mention going up against Trys Aran was something he wished to avoid. Those washboard abs spoke for themselves. Uh. Corran felt warm in the face all of a sudden. He immediately turned back to facing Falynn and ward off any thoughts about living legends and their physical fitness or body art. Unprofessional didn't even begin to cover it. "So, uh, thinking about getting back into the field soon, Falynn?"


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[Poet Severino]

Poet wasn't really big on physical contact. Ever since his little sister was killed he'd been withdrawn, rejecting even his Mum's touch. But the therapy was helping – and like with the touch earlier he didn't react negatively when Sakas clapped him on the back. Instead he lifted the glass of water to his lips to hopefully hide the beginnings of a small smile as he watched the Mikkian's head tails wiggle. From displeasure at losing the bet, perhaps?

Well, she was pouting but Poet was a smart man. Any comment about it, even the teensiest ones, could potentially mean a smack to the face so he kept his mouth shut about it.

But boy was he thinking about it. Perhaps it was something he could use to tease her back should she start?

The half-Morellian schooled his expression when Sakas whined, aware that the woman could swiftly but painfully swat him on the back of his head if he so much as smirked teasingly. He took his winnings from her, not as grabby as he did earlier, before turning to face the group. He was probably going to lose his winnings for his next words, but to hell with it.

They were here to enjoy, so might as well loosen up a bit.

"Of course, Sakas," he told her with a teasing wink that kind of went well with his impassive expression before addressing the rest of his colleagues. Raising his voice so everyone including those who chose to nap could hear, Poet proclaimed, "Drinks are on me, everyone. Just won myself three hundred creds – all thanks to Ranger Zareen here. Have at it."

He was probably going to regret saying those. But right now he didn't care – sharing is caring after all.

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