by Arsele Girard » Tue Jul 11, 2017 5:13 pm
As she waited for Grukim to go get her chit, Arsele found a bar stool next to Sylvain, sitting down and crossing her legs before ordering an iced kaffe, black.
"Mmmf; Guess we're both lucky this place doesn't just serve alcohol, hm?" she said in a tired voice.
Neutral ¤ Lounge Singer ¤ Dancer ¤ Secret Life ¤ Alderaanian Noble <> Appearance; 19 y/o, 5'4", blonde hair in braid, blue eyes, pale skinfaces of Arsele: Lounge | Socialite | Around Town | Casual
Carries: concealment holster w/ 411 holdout blaster and shortened barrel, comm, datapad, stimpack.
Backpack (usually hidden on ship): static pistol, climbing gear, lock picking tools, utility belt, extra ammo, hunting goggles, fusion lantern.