"Awww here I thought you came here to relax a bit," Seilois rolled his shoulders when she removed him, getting used to being, himself, again, "You don't survive long in the galaxy if you relax."
"Here here, for more good times to come," Seilois raised his glass in reflex, "here here" Regor joined in, "To good times," Seilois added quietly.
"You know a bit more about us, how about use what makes you tick or take a job," He knew very little about her. Regor had been easier to figure out, but she was less so, but he chalked that up to women being nearly impossible to understand anyways, "I geas your a bounty hunter."
Seilois swirled his drink in his hand, looking at the amber liquid swirl around his glass, it seemed the soldier was not one for subtlety, "Something like that," he said, but since he had said it fairly bluntly, there was no point in hiding it, "I prefer the term Freelance Mercenary. Bounty Hunters... well, they do a specific job. I don't. I also get paid better."
[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]