ORCtoberfest - Trash Manda ​Edition

[Janick Beauchamp]

"I could tell that you found me pretty even before you drank that tihaar in the first place, perhaps from the very moment you first saw me in person"

Clearly, [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] was affected by the tihaar, and then she used the Force to fetch the transmitter back to her hand, keeping it on her bra strap between her boobs so that, while a little uncomfortable, it would be held in place until the tihaar's effects wore off on him. Plus, if he wasn't using his name, it might be because she didn't herself disclose it. From what I can tell, people hold a wide variety of attitudes about the place of intellect in a person's attractiveness, and, overall, intelligence enhances someone's attractiveness, but at the upper reaches of the scale, the marginal return of extra intellect approaches zero because tradeoffs in what's attractive to whom occur, she thought, while realizing that, even though Griet was clearly in the same intellectual range as Janick is, Griet just doesn't have her charisma. In fact, Griet was right next to Janick; however much she feels tempted to attempt seducing Noatyr, the blonde pilot feels that she could always try but it would likely not work because he is under the influence: Griet knew that flirting someone under the influence may not always end well.

"I am pretty and I acknowledge as much. Just that there are millions, billions even, of women just as attractive as I am in this galaxy alone, with a wide variety of body shapes, hair and eye colors, complexions. To the extent my intelligence makes me more attractive than a bimbo with a near-identical body to mine, in a crowd numbering in the millions, intellect can only do so much to make me stand out, with Cassiopeia that is another beauty... and Griet, too"

"I am Griet; you had the courage to drink two rather hefty servings of the Asobi 95% tihaar, there had to be a reason why Janick, right next to me, is so special to your eyes, more so than I am. I like to live dangerously; however, I may be facing a different variety of hazards vs. you" Griet told Noatyr, in a flirtatious voice.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Noatyr has just now noticed the second woman, who was already trying to flirt with him. His drunken mind tried to process that fact that not only had he not been slapped yet, another woman was now flirting with HIM.

This was new.

He tried smacking his cheeks a few times, and then his mouth started working.

​''There's jus' somethin'...bewitching about er...y'know...? Hehe, bewitching...maybe the green eyes...maybe the long hair...maybe there's somethin elsssssee...you be pretty in your own right miss Griet...but Janik...''

​He lets out a hiccup.

​''Verysss pretty name by the way, heard it from the other blond gal...she takes every cake...she's pretty smart too, heh, pretty...''

He hiccups again. The drink was beginning to process, but he'd still be under it's powerful effects for a bit, so he really couldn't explain himself better, nor could he act more civilized, or make funnier jokes.

Still, at least he hadn't started dancing on the table or order himself more drinks, then it'd take even longer to get himself straightened out. Of course, he wasn't really thinking at the moment, so it was still possible he'd start doing one or the other. His irises faded between dim and bright, like a blaster being fired off in the dark, as his body tried to continue the process. This was a challenge.

''Many women there may be...but theressss only this one right now...'' ​What was he even saying anymore?

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

 

[Zef Halo]

The crowd seemed to grow thicker with every passing minute and Ember could feel every other minute a shove of passing by drunkard. He wondered how many souls were on this stations and what proportion of them were here for the party. It was becoming quite suffocating, to say the least.

"Right." The Jedi acknowledged in suspicion as he took the oil stained card. Paper, or was it papyrus? Ember was unsure, these things were ancient. Who the heck used them anymore? Apparently Kinsey if the name was even legit. "Kinsey. Nice to meet you. Ember." The Jedi replied with a slight nod, his hands still busy with feeling the paper. The material was a rare sight nowadays but this was the Outer Rim.

"Terminus?" He raised an eyebrow shuffling the common knowledge in his mind until he acquired what planet Terminus was - the gateway to the Unknown. "I will contact you." He looked into nothing in particular beyond her shoulder thoughtfully. "I might need a ride to the Unknown Regions, after all. Hopefully, a ride back from there, as well."

Need was the correct word, the Force had willed it. Another one of his Force induced dreams sending him to places. The purpose remained a mystery to the Jedi Knight. He wondered when this puzzle would finally be solved and the enigma behind his visions would be lifted.


[member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Bewitching perhaps, I am a witch; however, there is no magic whatsoever in the 95% alcoholic content tihaar I gave you"

If he was a Force-user, perhaps my brain would be glowing in the Force from his standpoint, she thought, while realizing that perhaps she just clicked better with him than Griet did because he supplied the tihaar. And yet, he was clearly suffering from the side effects of drinking that much tihaar. So she realized that she feels perhaps a little bad giving him too much tihaar, but the tihaar was already in his system, and she had to do something, cast some spell perhaps, to prevent him from drinking too much tihaar for his own good. Then again, perhaps she gave him servings that were far too big for his own good, too. It was supposed to be served in tablespoon-sized servings for a reason... it would have the same drunkenness-inducing power as a standard shooter of Corellian whisky. She feels her face is turning beet red from embarrassment, and she feels that she should cast a spell on him, realizing that, while he is drunk, she may want to use a flirtatious tone of voice: perhaps that would help in bewitching him into staying out of alcohol. Because part of the mind trick is in the tone of voice.

"You will stop drinking booze for tonight" she told [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] in a soft, flirtatious tone, while attempting to take advantage of his tihaar-addled mind to mind-trick him.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Noatyr saw something alright, he wasn't sure exactly what it was he was seeing, but at this point his drunken mind didn't care much. He had just learned not only was he speaking with a very beautiful, very intelligent woman, but a witch as well? What an experience. He began to lean forward, unsure of himself, he didn't know what he was doing.

He was either simply leaning forward onto the bar to keep himself from falling face first into it, or he was leaning in for a kiss. Noatyr didn't mind which it was at that moment.

That's when she told him that he had to stop drinking booze for the night.

​''Huh? Wha...I gotta...stop...drinking booze...?''

​She had said it in such a way, he almost felt compelled to repeat what she had just said, like a puppet. His lips began to move, and he managed to get the first two syllables out before two things happened.

The first thing to occur was that his system had finally accepted the powerful alcohol. The second, was his irises had finally stopped faintly flashing, and they faded back to a deep red. He shook his head several times, and then smiled.

​''No idea why I should quit now, but I'll consider your request.''​ It appeared that he was back to normal, but he had only considered the request, so it would seem that the effect [member="Janick Beauchamp"] had on him had only half way worked, or maybe he just somehow resisted repeating the instructions back to her, either way, he had stopped for the moment.

Not that it would make much difference if he started drinking again.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Vaudin strolled into the station proper his grey eyes slowly scanned faces and other memorable regions to see if he recognized anyone. He reached a hand into his pocket and felt for his credit chips. He was able to do that because he was wearing pants, nice ones, and nearly knee high spacer boots. He had a shirt on too, and a jacket. Why you ask? Well, because [member="Joza Perl"] was bound to be here somewhere amd she told him to show up clothed or she would paint his blasters pink.

Hr didn't mind pink but it was the principle of the thing. He almost skipped passed the crowds of happy people and found a cozy bar stool to occupy. This would be great.

He tossed a handful of credits on the bar.

"A round for the room and four for the me." He said happily to the bartender, "Probably should leave the tab open. I don't plan on leaving under my own power."

 

[Tryp West]

Tryp accepted her ale, paid (she had no intention of opening a tab, or on getting cronked on Daro's dime, besides, she was driving, so to speak), and turned to lean one elbow on the bar to regard the growing gaggle of people.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, ya know what dey say, everyone's got at least seven doppleganga's in da galaxy. Somet'in' like dat. Pleasure ta meet ya, Miss Perl."

Honestly, Tryp felt horrible. The stereotype was that all Zeltrons looked the same. Had she just fallen into that? If she had, she'd have to check herself and be more careful because that wasn't fair of her.

"Yeh, was on Utapau," she said simply. She didn't need to explain further because it told him all he needed to know about how she was viewing those.... other guests. "Ran a job 'r two fer da Coalition after dat." One of them had been to Mandalore with aid. It was one thing to not want to sit and drink with them- another to ignore people in need, even if some of them had done what they'd done at Utapau. Of course, they'd been turned away then- aggressively. Which made this show all the more deucedly confusing now.

She chuckled at Julius's flamboyant arrival, raising her glace to indicate her participation- though she still had no intention of getting drunk here today. She'd pass on anything stronger than the ale.

Tryp offered and easy 'what are you gonna do?' sort of smile to Zef when he asked about her accent. She was used to it, and not even remotely ashamed of it.

"Back wata' Kiffex," she responded easily. "Not what ya'll 'ere in da more cosmapol'tin areas, I'll give ya dat. Grew up onna ranch."

She took a long pull of her ale, settling more comfortably against the bar.

"Da was a lit'ral Nerf 'erder," she added with a laugh. "Good, 'ard work, doh. Tryp West, by da way. I know Daro over der an' jes' met Miss Perl, but kin I get a pair a names to match yer faces?" The introductions aimed at Zef and Julius.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Daro Tarsi"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"In fact you just experienced what happened when you drink too much; it's for your own good"

Is it possible that I also cast Detoxify Poison simultaneously with the mind trick? He no longer seems drunk, she thought, while [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] stopped drinking, holding out hope that he does not resume drinking. But she knew that a mind trick usually worked better on weak-minded people, and Force-sensitivity usually made it harder to use the mind trick on somebody, but not entirely immune to it. But it was not a good thing, in this situation, to just use Memory Rub to infuse into him the long-term effects of repeated alcohol drinking. In fact, she just drank a tablespoon of that very Asobi 95% tihaar, which she knew was, as far as her body was concerned, functionally equivalent to a shooter of 40% booze. But it was still enough to have the feeling of burning her mouth, which was, well, part of the experience of drinking tihaar, part of what the Asobi 95% tihaar was selling: the thrill of drinking high-concentration alcohol. Now, Griet also took to drinking a tablespoon of that booze, too. And yet Griet was asking a question about the tihaar that she never asked Janick before:

"If the Asobi 95% tihaar is representative of tihaar in general, sometimes I wonder why 5-liter bottles of Asobi 95% tihaar, and other brews, are sold on the consumer market on top of the business market. I can understand a bar, a restaurant to buy tihaar in 5-liter bottles and it would last them a few days, maybe two weeks if the establishment is small or in a market where people prefer lighter booze"

"In Wild Space, sometimes spacers stay in flight for extended durations of time, and often alcohol is how you would unwind"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Checking his pockets, and then reaching down for his cloak and checking that too, he realized he had dropped his transmitter, and the lack of it anywhere on the floor, meant it had either gotten kicked somewhere into the crowd, or someone else had pocketed it.

Moldmerr raked his gaze across the floor, checking between legs in the crowd and under feet. There was no sign of it, thank goodness.

He turned his gaze back to [member="Janick Beauchamp"], and promptly realized where it had ended up. Well, that was unexpected, and he almost wanted to make a joke about it, but he held his tongue and simply gestured towards the sound place his transmitter was being kept.

''I, heh, see you've retrieved my property for me, thanks, would've made life a little harder if I had lost it.''​ He smiles at her, doing his best not to stare to much.

​''That would explain all the drunken pilots I meet whenever I end up in cantinas.''​ He notes some of the information for later, just as a small tidbit he might use sometime in the future.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective 2: What Happened

The stench of unwashed man stink assaulted Reggie's nose as he took a deep breath in through his nostrils. A flash of the early morning sun peaking into the room had woken him from his sleep. The rotund man stretched his arms out as he yawned and scratched his belly. There was krick in his neck... Karkin excuse for a pillow. There was zero memory of the night before, but this had happened so many times that Reggie didn't really care. A dumb smile was on his face as he walked to the fresher as if he hadn't seen the girl dressed in a man's pants, or the two men dressed like women. Again, there was nothing about this morning that seemed to be abnormal for the fat spacer.

The door closed behind him just before he lifted the seat on the metal toilet. He took care of his business and waltzed over to the mirror where he smacked his lips a bit. Cool water was running from the faucet as a pair of large hands cupped some of it to toss on his face. Reggie reached up for his hat and pulled it off to run some of the water through his buzzed hair.

"Well, that's a pretty flower," he said to himself as he noticed the maxi dress he had on. He shrugged as he walked out of the bathroom and started looking for his clothes.

Nothing seemed to bother him. Every bit of his body language seemed to indicate this was a run of the mill morning for him. When the blur of the night before had faded from his eyes, Reggie finally noticed that everyone was wearing the opposite clothes from what they would normally be. A burly laugh came from his gut as his hands went to his knees.

"Well we all got ourselves karked up last night didn't we... look at this one ere... her pants are about to fall off..."

[member="Zyrias Pax"] \ [member="Kaine Australis"] \ [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Katya Shorn"] [member="Kurt Meyer"]

At the tap on her arm, her attention was drawn to the man taking the brunt of the Duros' good-cheer. Sandy-brown brows rose slightly at the comment. Alluding that one Kurt Meyer was into one Kinsey Starchaser was like alluding to a porg being into a piece of seaweed. Gross.

"I dunno, probably into you and all your...parlor tricks." Kinsey knew the force when she saw it. Made her mighty uncomfortable.

The explorer stood, abruptly, chair legs scraping across a bar floor that was already getting different layers of stick and grime on it from all sorts of boots, legs, and treads. Someone jostled her from behind and she found herself pushed uncomfortably close to - what was it? Ember. Lopsided grin tugged easily at her lips even as her hip nearly bumped into his leg.

"'Course a ride back'll cost you extra." Index and middle-finger pressed together and offered the man a mock salute, the cock-fired grin never quite leaving her lips. Seemed like there was really no place to go. Folks pressed on all sides as the bar got filled with more people but Kinsey was no slouch at finding the smallest of available spaces in crowds. She had a knack at it - almost as good as astronavigation.

"Don't forget, I'm shoving off in the next day or so," eyes that seemed a bit too wide for her angular-face traveled from the card he gripped in his hand up to his distant-gaze one last time before she slipped away, moving among the ebb and flow of people.

Found herself cozying up to the bar in near the opposite side of the room next to one [member="Vaudin Miir"]. The barkeep came up and took her empty cup of jubjub juice saying something about drinks on the red guy. Blues flitted to how much he seemed to fidget with his jacket and the collar of his shirt.

"You look like you'd prefer to strut around naked. Thanks for the drink," the girl with the too-blue eyes tipped her re-filled cup'o juice at the stranger.

Couldn't help the comment, either.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Here, your transmitter"

So she returned the transmitter to [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"], realizing that it was his transmitter to begin with. She realized that sometimes, she could get more attention in cantinas than she bargained for, with a few patrons staring at her (and often as they would any other lady that fit the patron's beauty standards) at any given time. Much like now, where she revealed her witch-hood after being triggered by a patron. But she did find it bizarre that none of today's patrons asked her where azeotropism comes into play - she may have marketed the Asobi 95% tihaar as azeotropic goodness in a bottle, and it was as high as its alcohol volume could go, after accounting for the flavor, just that the ads with Janick on them instead emphasized her edge as a witch. And the disappointment was now visible on her face regarding the topic of azeotropism - she would have expected questions about azeotropism to come from patrons that wanted a clue as to whether or not it was truthful, and on what basis she was allowed to claim it was azeotropic. If such was the case, however, they would get answers as to how the booze is produced in the first place.

"Have any questions for me?"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

​''I got one for you, I'd like to know where you got this stuff. It's pretty powerful, heh, as you...probably knew and witnessed.''​ Noatyr coughs apologetically into his arm, an embarrassed smile on his face.

He hated it whenever he hadn't been able to process whatever he was drinking beforehand and then got drunk during a party or the like. Not only was it bad for whatever reputation he had, it also made him feel like a complete fool.

It wasn't always bad to be a fool, it cheered others up in times of crisis like these, but he still didn't like being as foolish as being drunk made him.

Still, it could have been worse, he could've tried something on [member="Janick Beauchamp"] or one of the other many people in the surrounding area, and he probably would've not only lost his transmitter for good, but gotten himself kicked out so quickly he would've gotten lost wandering around outside.

Thankfully he still had some class when drunk. Of course, ''Class'' was a rather light term.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza couldn’t deny that some part of her found this weird. Both her estranged biological father and the guy after him who would pay her mother for sex were right here next to her at the bar. All drinking together without so much as an emotional word or a first into someone’s skull.

But after what she’d been through in the past year? This was a friendly reprieve from fighting in wars, getting crushed by a Togorian war lord and getting your ass captured by the Dark Lord of the Sith.

She ordered another shot just to be sure.

“No worries there! Not the first time someone’s gotten my name wrong, won’t be the last.” She gave the other woman a good natured wink, downing her shot quickly before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and reveling in the burning of her esophagus. “Nice to meet you, Miss West. Glad you could stop by to support Utapau.” Really, the turnout had been quite nice. Then came the pleasant warmth in her chest from the alcohol. Didn’t completely block out her wariness for their guests of a certain tin can persuasion, not when you had a Zeltron’s tolerance. Inside, she was relieved that her father had traded in his buy’ce for a cowboy hat. Wouldn’t be good to find themselves on opposite sides of the line.

She snorted as Daro listed off her titles. “You can call me whatever you want as long as it’s on your tab, Tarsi.” She rested an elbow on the counter, chin balancing in her palm as she turned to face the rest of the conversation better. “Thank you.” She sounded a little too proud in regards to her father’s backhanded compliment. “You should have seen the other guy.”

Though she joked, it wasn’t something she liked to think about. Joza never saw war in the way the Mandalorians seemed to. War was messy and brutal. There was no honor or glory. It was an ugly thing.

“Watch your tongue, old man.” She didn’t seem too keen on the way he spoke to Miss West, giving the woman an apologetic glance. “I’m sorry about him. You know how these old dogs get.” She playfully punched Daro on the arm for emphasis. Their relationship had always struck her as odd. Sure, he slept with her mother but he certainly wasn’t unique in that regard. He was always relatively kind though. Brought her candy, sometimes a small toy when he came to visit. Enough to keep a six year old occupied and out of the picture while the adults knocked boots.

“Speaking of old dogs, it’s about time you showed up, Sedaire.” She eyed the strange green liquor and it’s faintly ethereal glow that made it look like some sort of cartoonish poison. Which, in all fairness, it was. “What’s the prize? You gonna foot the dry cleaning bill?”


[member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Daro Tarsi"] [member="Tryp West"]

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Zyrias blinked twice and shot a blurry glance at Reggie as he exited the fresher. There was another guy in here too? How did she even miss him the first time? And he’d just used the bathroom not more than five feet from them. Zyri could hold it a little bit longer then.

Huh, big fellow. He reminded her of Milo back in Junktown? Or was that on Raxis Prime? Her memory was jumbled, and the slicer suddenly felt a chemically induced spurt of anxiety run through her.

She didn’t mind waking up with strangers, but waking up with three male humans in floral dresses? Zyri was going to have to get very high to deal with this hangover or get the feth out of there.

Hand clutching the waistband of her oversized pants, she patted around for her belongings. Surely there was a sedative or two in there, but once she found her bag, her hand made contact with a baggie of large Nutripills. Those would have to do.

Zyrias stood up, stretching - and even that hurt. Holding out the bag of pills she said, “Okay boys. Take these. Don’t worry they are all natural. Will make you start to feel better and we can figure out how we ended up here.”


[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Reggie"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Tryp West"]

This was often how it went for Daro.

The more people joined in, the more he allowed himself to zone out and retreat into his own thoughts- a dangerous preposition that, but Zef saved them all from some nasty business when he elbowed him and got him out of the revelry. "Hm?" Then he realized a fifth person had joined their little détendre over at the bar. Julius received a lazy salute, before he snorted. "Ya ya, I will pay for ya mooches, already said so, buddy." His eyes did start shining with pleasure at the reveal of what they were about to drink-

Only Tryp's query made him shift his attention a bit.

It was probably a sense of (misguided) responsibility. He was the only one outta all of 'em that knew Tryp, yeah? While also knowing two of the others so it was his responsibility to serve as a bit of a bridge. "Dis ol' bastard 'ere is Zef Halo, he's a dirty sm-" The punch from Joza this time, caused him to gulp that last part down again. "-respected merchant of goods, of course! I 'ave known him since we were stupid kids and I am proud to say he didn't get any smarter with age."

Chit-eating grin flashed hard before he gulped down his beer and smacked his lips in appreciation.

Good dimensions, t'was good.

"Absinthe Aing-Tii... oh my my, kiss da sky." Daro drawled softly as he approached with reverence towards the crate, eyeing Sedaire. "Price or nah, I am in, leggo."

Probably should'a been a warning for Zef to sit this one out tho. He had been part of Daro's last bender... he'd still remember the grin.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

He looked over at the woman that slipped up to the bar beside him. She had the look of a freighter jockey about her if he had ever seen it. Spacers always had trouble keeping that wanderlust out of their eyes.

"I like clothes just fine, kid." He said as he drank down a shot and chased it with a swallow Corellian Iced tea, "I just prefer them to be more comfortable."

He looked around and tried to put some names to the faces he recognized. He remembered a few and decided he must need more to drink before he made a bad choice and started socializing.

"How you likin' this shindig huh?" He asked as he took another shot and chased it again, "The coalition can throw a party if nothin' else. That's for sure."


[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Steel Eyes]

The huge being stomped along the deck plates from the cargo freighter that had brought him. He squinted silently at the signs and the symbols on them that he knew said something even though he didn't know what it was. He did not like looking stupid among beings that would already judge him harshly, so he picked an arrow with a set of symbols and followed it.

He walked hunched over to avoid hitting his head on tje ceiling of the corridors and soon found himself infront of a cargo turbolift. He blinked a few times at the signs and cursed under his breath at the lack of pictures before a thought occurred to him. The little smooth skins always congregated near food and booze. If he followed one of the little crowds of people it would most likely lead to a meal and a place to sit down.

He doubled back and found a group of chirping people with their little voices all overlapping eachother and fell in behind them. He only hit his head once or twice when he tried to straighten on instinct, but he was sure that they didn't need the one sign that had been ripped free by one of his horns.

The people walked into a large area filled with more little people and Tonka could smell the glorious odors of food over the stink of too many bodies packed together. He got down on his hands and knees, as per frickin usual, and crawled through the entrance then walked on his knees to the nearest table. He plopped on the floor, not even bothering to consider a chair after last time and tried to wave down a server so he could order food.

Everyone of them avoided him. Sometimes being big was not so much fun.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Knew and witnessed? I knew that since the Asobi 95% tihaar was brought to market! In fact, Janick and I were the driving forces behind the Asobi 95% tihaar even being on the market to begin with, because I was responsible for drilling the base drink on Asop" Griet retorted, unusually for her.

"It's drilled and distilled on Asop, sure, the beauty of it is that Asobi 95% tihaar can be sold pretty much everywhere in ORC space that can sell liquor of that strength, that is to say, everywhere you can find tihaar in general" Janick answered [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]. "However, away from Wild Space, some worlds may not even allow it"

More than any combat sortie, with the [Third] Republic or the ORC, Griet was proud of discovering the largest proven mineral alcohol reserve still extant in that area of Wild Space, and one of the few in the galaxy. So Griet let out a sigh, while Janick, on the other hand, was much more puzzled. Yet, she had to acknowledge that not every planet could actually allow the sale of the Asobi 95% tihaar, although in Wild Space, alcohol regulations tend to be more lax so it's a heaven for alcohol distributors and producers, and it's also a well-appreciated export from that region. It's called Wild Space for a reason. However, if these NAP talks actually work, maybe the Asobi 95% tihaar will sell in Mando space, she thought. However, there are regions that tend to be more conservative about alcohol, especially at the higher abv content, and hence Janick knew that the Asobi 95% tihaar couldn't always sell well in First Order or Galactic Empire territory. Red tape was often a problem in the liquor industry and she knew it, as much as the one who actually ran the marketing for the Asobi 95% tihaar.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

​''Ah, so your the ones who created this, very interesting.''​ In truth, meeting somebody who had created a extremely potent alcohol was a rather big deal, since it took a lot these days to have any real effect on him. Either way, this was very interesting indeed.

He turned to Griet, smiling at her, ​''I meant no offense, the fact that you helped create this drink is pretty freaking sweet if I do say so myself. Good on ya.'' ​He held his hand out in apology for ticking the woman off.

The fact that he had been drinking something that might be outlawed on other planets, made him laugh mentally. It was a rather amusing prospect.

​''So, when did you two lovely ladies,'' ​He winked at [member="Janick Beauchamp"] on reflex, mentally slapping himself for doing so, ​''Exactly discover it? Because I've heard something of this drink, but I've always wanted to know when it originated.''

His sense of time was always a bit off, and he never noticed when new things came onto the market, and when he did, Noatyr was always the last one to realize how long it had been there. It was one of the reasons why all his equipment was always a bit outdated.