Sota Kriger
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2019
- Messages
- 18
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- 3
Sota grinned at the Mirialan Sith, knowing who he was from his classes prior to officially graduating the academy. He was a hot-head, and knew what he wanted. Sota could respect that about him, even though it put him in situations like this one where he'd have to watch his back. Turning in his seat, and placing an elbow on the back of the booth chair, Sota kept an eye on the men, choosing not to say much, but if anyone got violent, Sota would be the first to throw a punch. 'That one had a fiery temper,' he thought, as Sabrina wasted no time in telling the Mirialan pretty-boy where to go. Sota respected her for that as well.
"Oy, Draven, c'mon take another shot with me, wait yer turn," Sota spoke, in a gravelly, and noticeably Deucalian accent, chuckling a bit to himself, "Let ol' girl enjoy 'er date b'fore ye try yer "Mr. Stealyergirl" crap. Let 'er find out that he's nothin' special on 'er own!" he spoke, still chuckling at his own joke, his accent and alcohol mixing together in a mildly drunken slur.
@Sabrina @Faded Truth @Algarus @KinkyPrawn @Braden Drake
"Oy, Draven, c'mon take another shot with me, wait yer turn," Sota spoke, in a gravelly, and noticeably Deucalian accent, chuckling a bit to himself, "Let ol' girl enjoy 'er date b'fore ye try yer "Mr. Stealyergirl" crap. Let 'er find out that he's nothin' special on 'er own!" he spoke, still chuckling at his own joke, his accent and alcohol mixing together in a mildly drunken slur.
@Sabrina @Faded Truth @Algarus @KinkyPrawn @Braden Drake