Candy is Dandy but Liqueur is quicker ... (Triko)

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was pulled out of the Gambling den "But we ... *Hic* we ... we need our cash" He slurred as the Jawa pulled him out. He quickly grabbed up cards chips and some Ones coat

He fell back into the speeder . he listened to the Jawa as he mentioned the Twi'lek Harlots "We should buy them some clothes, they must be cold and ... embarrassed" He slurred again. He was Jolted back as Triko thundered forward ... He was very confused why were all the other cars going the wrong way. "Jawa Look out all these People scream drunk" He had ment to say seem but his brain was arguing with alcohol so it came out wrong.

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[Triko]

In agreement, Triko honked the speeder's horn at an oncoming vehicle as it swerved into a storefront to dodge them.

"Lotsh of people bad driversh!" He turned off in what he hoped was the direction of said bar-filled-with-scantily-clad-Twi'leks and promptly slammed into a cafe. "Drunkman! Inconshiderate buildersh!" The call was directed more at the people in the restaurant, but the odds were that they couldn't understand him, nor did they want to.

Then he hit a pole.

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[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien fell silent for a good ten minutes "I just thought ... wouldn't it be great to separate speeder into lanes" It was then that he noticed they were in-bedded into a building "We have gone smasheded into a buildering" He slurred before crawling out of the car and vomiting outside. Then he staggered into the cafe. the people were scared but Lucien had no idea why he did notice the distinct lack of scantly clad women though. He was glad of this.

 

[Triko]

"Food! Good idea Drunkman." He followed his slightly inebriated friend into the cafe, taking no notice of the fleeing pedestrians. Its original occupant having fled the scene, he took a seat at a table with a nice view of the flaming speeder and took a clumsy bite out of the cake she'd left behind.

"Humans washteful." Vomit subsequently spewed from his lips, and so he opted to leave the rest of the cake and rose from his seat. "Drunkman!" The seat fell over thanks to his delicate movement.

"We leave cafe! Twi'leksh near, we run, Triko thinksh!"

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[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien fell into a seat near the Jawa "It's a bit quiet here" Lucien said as the Jawa proceeded to eat cake then vomit. That rather put him off food. He was therefore more than happy to leave. In his drunk state running in dress shoes also seemed like a good idea. "Lets go then little man" He said attempting to stand up. after upsetting two chairs and a Table he ran off ... straight into a window.

 

[Triko]

Giggling like a maniac, Triko vaulted over his table, slipped on the vomit and clattered onto the pavement with a crash. "Hurry, Drunkman!" More giggling ensued; he couldn't help it. It took the full measure of his strength (and perhaps some spice) to get him back on his feet.

Then he was screaming all the way down the street, arms windmilling with each drunken lurch he made.

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[Lucien Cordel]

[member="Triko"]

Upon Peeling himself off the window he left through the front door, with all the grace and class of a rabid dog. He silently followed after triko watching him flail his arms around like a fool. Even drunk Lucien would still not do that. Lucien soon learnt the folly of running drunk in dress shoes as he fell into a gutter and twisted his ankle. Of course in his drunk state he felt nothing and just laughed off his injury. For now he felt nothing but he would feel it tomorrow. He soon caught up to the jawa. following him "were are we going?" he slurred having already forgot the conversation at the cafe.

 

[Triko]

"Triko and Drunkman go to space!" Cackling and pirouetting ensued, until he stumbled over to a parked speeder and threw up in the front seats. Then he shuffled away, quite slowly. "Drunkman, Triko no feeling good." He convulsed for a moment, vomiting onto the ground before falling onto the bonnet of a speeder. "Give Triko..." A bag of spice was emptied out on the bonnet, the red durasteel glimmering in the darkness. "....some time."

Some seconds past, and the Jawa rose, clumsily as he had fallen, setting off down the street at a slower, unsteadier pace; one arm hung limp by his side. "Drunkman." He twitched. "Follow Triko. We going one last place."

Triko shuddered, and pressed on down the street.

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[Lucien Cordel]

[member="Triko"]
Lucien zoned out again when the Jawa started talking, he was thinking about getting a new speeder made of diamond. He came back to reality as the Jawa began to throw up into a speeder. He watched the Jawa inhale spice then waddle off saying something about following. So that is what Lucien did.