"Do you think Tempest will go the Villa? The boss seemed to think it was important she go."
"What are you, the LMB busy body? Get to work!"
"Jeez, jeez...can't even sneak a wheeling mists break..."
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Faraway Lad drains his glass and stands up. Turning to the staff he says in a very disapproving voice
“You know the more things change the more they stay the same. I mean fighting over women, drinking to excess, general fighting and cleaning up vomit”. A broad grin passes over his face
“By the Lord Harry I missed this place”
His eyes twinkling Faraway sends the rubbish and empty glasses faraway.
"there you go lads, get yourself away home early" and with that he also ported out. Leaving behind a very large tip for the staff.
-------------------- Faithfull
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Lance strolls in. Having never been here before, he leisurely taking in the scenery. He gets a table in a dim corner, as he peruses the drink menu.
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<an incredibly beautiful young woman, obviously working here as a day job while she tries to get her struggling modeling career going, strolls over in the elegant, yet sexy uniforms worn by the Cobie's wait staff>
Greetings Sentient! Welcome to the Midnight Lounge! Our chef this month is the famous J'Qqu P'pn from the Talga Galaxy, flown in specifically to offer his amazing culinary talents.
May I get you a drink as you peruse the menu?
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The young lady giggled and learned forward to touch Lance's hand.
"Buy a bottle of fancy champagne and I'll be glad to join you,"
Lance took a quick look at the price and almost fell off his chair.
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Almost but not quite, because he suddenly found himself stuck to said chair by a heavy viscous liquid that somehow had a smell that reminded him of the sea side.
“hey What gives” he started to say but stopped as the incredibly beautiful young woman in front of him started to unzip her head. A white leprous light shone out from within and Lance was disgusted, and a little bit curious, to see a number of tentacles wriggle out of the top of her head and reach towards his crotch
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<Elle enters to see the staff preparing for the night; sitting at the bar in a tuxedo drinking a scotch neat is Cobalt Kid>
Elle, a moment please.
<she walks over, dreading the idea of her boss asking about Dev Em, especially after seeing her in full party mode the other night>
Dev is an old friend of mine, you know.
Elle: "yeah, no duh boss, the whole galaxy knows you're both LMBers."
<Cobalt smiles>
Just wanted to let you know.
<he turns away, leaving her wondering what the hell that was all about>
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