Cail Keona
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- Joined
- Jan 15, 2019
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Cail raised the glass to his lips, and downed the drink. It didn't burn, which was a disappointment, he had hoped the drinks here wouldn't be so watered down, but then again, the owners had to make a profit somehow. That's how the world works, after all. Looking to his left and right, and back to his left, he offered a gentle smile to his companions, a menagerie of handsome men and beautiful women who had chosen to follow him after the fight. "So, I said to him, that's not a sarlaac, that's your wife!" He yelled over the music, before the group began to laugh. He didn't join in though, no, not at first. Better to play it cool for now. And so, Cail leaned back into the booth, letting the pleasing alcoholic numbness wash over the ache for a moment.