Relina Zhan
Ducha of Gallinore, "Apollyon the Slayer"
[member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Kyra Sol"]
Relina accepted the sake, examining it first. She hadn't had stuff before, so she was understandably curious, knowing the substance only by reputation. She took a sip to taste it first. As the liquid passed her lips, the taste of fermented short-grains manifested to her. She wasn't initially crazy about the stuff, but she kept drinking it. In all likelihood, she might acquire a taste for it. She could also tell it was indeed every bit as potent and reputed to be.
She'd look around some more, seeing that everyone seemed to having a good time. Many were paired with another. That blind date idea was starting to sound like a good idea at this point... or perhaps it was the influence of alcohol starting to set in. Incidentally, Relina was a sailor, a Navy combat pilot with years under her proverbial belt in military culture as well as the dangerous refinement and intrigue of the Hapan nobility. She had a decent alcohol tolerance for her dainty bodily proportions, but that would only go so far, of course.
Her eyes eventually fell upon Conner, a masked male hugging a wall. He seemed to be trying to duck the crowd, but Relina's gaze followed him as if she were visually tracking a target. She'd finish the sake and would inch herself nearer to his path... Moving to intercept... On principal, she was shy when it came to males. In her experience, most of them were only interested in legally taking her surname and the prestige that came with it. Her experience with Jedi, however, made her willing to take a chance this time. There had been one, a dear friend to her, who had at one time become more than that. Her mind, however, overtly opposed this behaviour... Negative, Command, negative. Mission critical, Angel One will prosecute...
As the Jedi drew near, her unmasked face turned to him and she offered an inviting wink. Lock tone achieved... Angel one, Fox three...
Relina accepted the sake, examining it first. She hadn't had stuff before, so she was understandably curious, knowing the substance only by reputation. She took a sip to taste it first. As the liquid passed her lips, the taste of fermented short-grains manifested to her. She wasn't initially crazy about the stuff, but she kept drinking it. In all likelihood, she might acquire a taste for it. She could also tell it was indeed every bit as potent and reputed to be.
She'd look around some more, seeing that everyone seemed to having a good time. Many were paired with another. That blind date idea was starting to sound like a good idea at this point... or perhaps it was the influence of alcohol starting to set in. Incidentally, Relina was a sailor, a Navy combat pilot with years under her proverbial belt in military culture as well as the dangerous refinement and intrigue of the Hapan nobility. She had a decent alcohol tolerance for her dainty bodily proportions, but that would only go so far, of course.
Her eyes eventually fell upon Conner, a masked male hugging a wall. He seemed to be trying to duck the crowd, but Relina's gaze followed him as if she were visually tracking a target. She'd finish the sake and would inch herself nearer to his path... Moving to intercept... On principal, she was shy when it came to males. In her experience, most of them were only interested in legally taking her surname and the prestige that came with it. Her experience with Jedi, however, made her willing to take a chance this time. There had been one, a dear friend to her, who had at one time become more than that. Her mind, however, overtly opposed this behaviour... Negative, Command, negative. Mission critical, Angel One will prosecute...
As the Jedi drew near, her unmasked face turned to him and she offered an inviting wink. Lock tone achieved... Angel one, Fox three...