Post by Viktara on Sept 21, 2016 15:05:07 GMT
[HEAVY WEIGHTS: ON]
(PL = 14,803)
(Effective PL at 3,700)
Viktara really needed that drink. A sigh of contention slipped through her azure lips as she lowered the glass of whisky back down onto the wooden table. “God, that hit the spot.” The woman voiced to herself as she closed her eyes and allowed her head to swirl in an alcohol-induced bliss. That night she had found herself outside her usual corner of the city. She was far departed from the familiar faces, sights, and smells that she’d grown so accustomed to at the Jailbird, her usual watering hole.
Her eyes blinked open as she visually scanned the area around her once more. This bar was named Eden’s Best. A pretentious name, though it suited the mood of the establishment well as it was really more of a lounge than anything else. Jazzy music played in the background courtesy of a live band, and the waiting staff diligently patrolled each aisle to serve the suited clientele that drank here. The whole building had an oddly tropical feel to it, as the room was filled with potted plants, miniature palm trees, and an aquarium full of rare exotic fish, boldly situated in the middle of the bar for all to see. Seeing this level of luxury on Raiti-Zacro of all places was peculiar to say the least. Cushy seats, with cushier people filling out the bar's ranks. It leads one to wonder just what the hell went on behind the scenes, as businesses like this generally don't last long in Rat-hole Zacro.
Needless to say, this wasn’t typically the type of place that the woman enjoyed visiting, at least not during working hours. She felt cramped and restrained while being nestled away in a little corner booth by her own request, and it wasn't due to the weighted gauntlets she wore on each arm either. She felt the peering gaze of the dukes and debutantes that filled the seats of this parlor. Their occasional whispers at her expense were also easily detectable by the alien's excellent hearing. Under normal circumstances, the Heran warrior wasn’t one to easily be embarrassed. She’d always been a bit of a tomboy, and she grew up in a small farming village where fart jokes and gross-out humor reigned supreme among the other Shamoian children she played with.
However, the circumstances of today were a bit different. One thing she’d always secretly dreamed of, and this was an admittedly ‘girly’ fantasy seemingly unfitting of the amazonian brute, was to one day join the high society upper class and bask in the most extravagant luxuries life has to offer. A small smile spread across her lips as she indulged in the fantasy of herself wearing a big poofy ballroom gown, while being escorted by an obscenely wealthy and handsome man to the jealousy of all the snooty debutante bitches around her.
Now she had finally made her big debut in a fancy lounge, all while wearing nothing but shredded leather, battle armor and smelling of sweat and beer.
The woman sighed once more before taking another drink. What the hell was taking this guy so long?
(PL = 14,803)
(Effective PL at 3,700)
Viktara really needed that drink. A sigh of contention slipped through her azure lips as she lowered the glass of whisky back down onto the wooden table. “God, that hit the spot.” The woman voiced to herself as she closed her eyes and allowed her head to swirl in an alcohol-induced bliss. That night she had found herself outside her usual corner of the city. She was far departed from the familiar faces, sights, and smells that she’d grown so accustomed to at the Jailbird, her usual watering hole.
Her eyes blinked open as she visually scanned the area around her once more. This bar was named Eden’s Best. A pretentious name, though it suited the mood of the establishment well as it was really more of a lounge than anything else. Jazzy music played in the background courtesy of a live band, and the waiting staff diligently patrolled each aisle to serve the suited clientele that drank here. The whole building had an oddly tropical feel to it, as the room was filled with potted plants, miniature palm trees, and an aquarium full of rare exotic fish, boldly situated in the middle of the bar for all to see. Seeing this level of luxury on Raiti-Zacro of all places was peculiar to say the least. Cushy seats, with cushier people filling out the bar's ranks. It leads one to wonder just what the hell went on behind the scenes, as businesses like this generally don't last long in Rat-hole Zacro.
Needless to say, this wasn’t typically the type of place that the woman enjoyed visiting, at least not during working hours. She felt cramped and restrained while being nestled away in a little corner booth by her own request, and it wasn't due to the weighted gauntlets she wore on each arm either. She felt the peering gaze of the dukes and debutantes that filled the seats of this parlor. Their occasional whispers at her expense were also easily detectable by the alien's excellent hearing. Under normal circumstances, the Heran warrior wasn’t one to easily be embarrassed. She’d always been a bit of a tomboy, and she grew up in a small farming village where fart jokes and gross-out humor reigned supreme among the other Shamoian children she played with.
However, the circumstances of today were a bit different. One thing she’d always secretly dreamed of, and this was an admittedly ‘girly’ fantasy seemingly unfitting of the amazonian brute, was to one day join the high society upper class and bask in the most extravagant luxuries life has to offer. A small smile spread across her lips as she indulged in the fantasy of herself wearing a big poofy ballroom gown, while being escorted by an obscenely wealthy and handsome man to the jealousy of all the snooty debutante bitches around her.
Now she had finally made her big debut in a fancy lounge, all while wearing nothing but shredded leather, battle armor and smelling of sweat and beer.
The woman sighed once more before taking another drink. What the hell was taking this guy so long?