by Zanebry Varliss » Sun Jun 25, 2017 8:53 pm
He leaned forward his eyes on hers as he reached up a hand to cup her cheek. "I suppose the timing has never seemed quite right." His face inched closer. "There is a sort of rhythm to these things you know?"
Neutral * Freelance * Well Dressed * Retired Military * Gambler * Fast HandsGear: Evea'lin (slug thrower), Audh'reh (blaster pistol, hidden), Noth (vibroknife, hidden), Hat, Jacket, Gloves, Armored clothes. Umbrella
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Three Drinks Description Smells like: Whiskey, Cigarettes, Cologne