Tobian Solaris
Character
- Joined
- Aug 20, 2018
- Messages
- 95
- Reaction score
- 14
This was a celebration. A celebration for the battle won on Alderaan. Because of the victory, the Empire has a footing into the Republic borders. This Imperial officer is pleased with the outcome of the battle and so was allowing himself to loosen up a bit. He didn't usually drink bit this wouldn't hurt one bit. The man brought both bottles of Mandalorian and Corellian Whiskey his mother sent him some time ago. He planned to share both bottles with anyone who wants any, besides he couldn't possibly drink both bottles on his own. It will allow anyone a drink without having to worry about buying until the two bottles are empty.
Supposedly the man he was partnered with during the battle on Alderaan wanted to celebrate as well and invited the Kuatian to celebrate with him. Who knew that a superior would want to celebrate a victory with an inferior. Wasn't that against customs or some sort of rule? The man glanced around at the festivities unfolding as others appeared to be celebrating as well. Chuckling when a man fell off of his head due to his drunken state. Tobian only counted the man having two shots of whatever he was drinking. What a light weight. The officer shook his head as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “He will not last long in a drinking contest.” He said quietly. The Kuatian may not drink often, but he can hold his liquor quite well, though he hasn't counted how many drinks it takes before he finds himself in a drunken stupor.
Leaning back in his seat, Tobian placed his pack of Mandalorian Cigarras on the table after putting one between his lips. The bloke looked back over to the bloke that fell out of his chair as the man started yelling. Before the man brought any more attention onto himself or starts a fight because of his yelling, Tobian walked over to him, “Hey why don't you go get some fresh air or head back to your room for a bit? There is plenty of time for celebration.” He told the bloke who nodded and stumbled out of the officer's pub to a waiting taxi. The officer sighed sat back down at the table he was sitting at, lighting his cigarra. Pouring some of the light blue whiskey into the small glass in front of him, he chuckled as he heard yet another person fall out of his or her chair.
[Spoiler: Notes]
This is a combat disabled thread. So no trying to kill each other please. :P[/spoiler]
@Faster Than Light