Nolan Detta
Retired
Nolan was happy to be back in the ship, and took out ANOTHER bottle of Circe Green from his pack in the storage locker. Popping the cork, and his helmet, he took a big gulp. The refreshing liquid calmed the edges that Nolan felt from this exchange. He held it out for Az if he wanted any.
"Now that this is over, what say we hit up a bar back on station before everyone departs?" He spoke to all the Vod over the comms.
Nolan wasn't exactly mister empathy but he knew a good brew and some good people could change the mood of a few fairly easily. It's basic psychology, feed the need and the bad emotions get drowned in booze.
[member="Azreal"] [member="Shado CZ MK 001"] [member="Arla Balor"][member="Kal Kandossii"]
"Now that this is over, what say we hit up a bar back on station before everyone departs?" He spoke to all the Vod over the comms.
Nolan wasn't exactly mister empathy but he knew a good brew and some good people could change the mood of a few fairly easily. It's basic psychology, feed the need and the bad emotions get drowned in booze.
[member="Azreal"] [member="Shado CZ MK 001"] [member="Arla Balor"][member="Kal Kandossii"]