Phantom of Pain
It was a nice speech. Not long at all, but didn't have the pizzazz needed to shine above the demonstration moments before. He had cheered loudly when Cryax blew the mans brains out with the nail gun. It was the kind of raw, brutal prowess that every leader of a criminal organization needed to show. But the energy and and emotion quickly left him after. It wasn't uncommon for parties to do that to him. He was a gruff man and large throngs of people put him on edge. He had retreated to a secluded booth in the back of the room shortly after the speech with a bottle of whiskey in one hand, the other intertwined with that of a female companion from the crowd. He slide into the table, the few other Raven faces at it grinning at him. He slid the bottle into the middle of the table with a slight grin and told them to enjoy. Here in this secluded booth he was much more at ease. Things seemed to make more sense to him. He wasn't a stupid man, but his intellect stood no match to that of Cryax or other slicers. While they had an affinity for the more technical sides of life and the mind, his mind tended to float toward the emotional parts of life.
He chuckled softly to himself as he took a regular sized glass and filled with with the brown liquid from the bottle. He quickly sent [member="Cryax Bane"] a text, "Spending time w/ old friends. Will come by l8r and party w/ u and ravens." He looked around the table at the familiar faces seated there. Some of them had been part of his crew back on Nar Shaddaa, others new to their little circle. Even though he was now far superior to them in terms of the Ravens, he didn't plan on becoming a stuffy bookworm that had his face buried in paperwork all day. These were his friends and it was their night to enjoy. He leaned back in his chair and listened to his friends make jokes and talk shit to each other. Just like old times, he thought to himself as he took a sip from the glass of whiskey.
He chuckled softly to himself as he took a regular sized glass and filled with with the brown liquid from the bottle. He quickly sent [member="Cryax Bane"] a text, "Spending time w/ old friends. Will come by l8r and party w/ u and ravens." He looked around the table at the familiar faces seated there. Some of them had been part of his crew back on Nar Shaddaa, others new to their little circle. Even though he was now far superior to them in terms of the Ravens, he didn't plan on becoming a stuffy bookworm that had his face buried in paperwork all day. These were his friends and it was their night to enjoy. He leaned back in his chair and listened to his friends make jokes and talk shit to each other. Just like old times, he thought to himself as he took a sip from the glass of whiskey.