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Leithe Askarii wrote:

Jakar Umbra wrote:

Jakar looks at Leithe. A bit of curiosity grips him. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your vice?" he inquires, referring to whatever it is that Leithe had taken moments earlier.

He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even.

"It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me."

He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes.

"Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly.

"...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a p!ss..." ((lol censored))

He get up and walks to the restrooms.

He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw.

But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway.

((Since Arc is now talking with whassherface I'm redacting some actions))

As Leithe returns to the bar where Jakar is he catches the whisper of his last comment, his voice sounds hollow, less like the man whom he was talking to only moments before.

Such pain reminds him of his own wounds...he makes a mental note not the broach the subject however, he wasn't about to go asking a man he barely knew about old wounds.

He note the drink....

"I thought you weren't drinking?" he says matter-of-factly.

Without looking at him, Jakar continues to turn the pendant in his hand. "A bad memory kind of came back to me," he says. He takes a sip. Without warning he continues, the alcohol loosening him up a little at this point. "Caldari Prime. One of the biggest **** ups I've ever had the displeasure of being a part of." He shakes his head. "Dammit Nissa, you could've listened to me that one time." Jakar downs the rest of the whiskey in the glass and pours another shot. He looks at it. "Kerry! I want some ice!"

"Boss, I think you..."

Jakar stares at her. Kerry noticeably trembles at the look in his eyes.

"Sorry Boss." She puts two blocks in his glass.

"Thank you," he mutters softly.

Kerry walks away in silence and Jakar continues to sip. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's a nagging voice telling him to stop or else something bad may happen. He looks at Leithe. "I saw you eyeing Kiara. If you'd like I could introduce you two."


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Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 41	Posted - 2013.11.26 03:44:00 - [1] - Quote A young Civre man approaches the clubs entrance, despite the glamour of half a dozen Gallentean party goers, or the merriment of a drunken Amarr, the Civre looks despondent. His eyes glassy, deep rings carved into the sockets. His mid length dark black hair falls down, uncombed, slightly wavy, the odd lock sticking out a jagged angles. He wears bland clothing, corporate issue clothes at best, second hand by the looks of them, worn and frayed. He approach's the bouncer, a hunched form, thin, and delicate before the brutes great weight. He give the bouncer a look up and down warily. The bouncer grunts something at him, but he does not hear the worlds, the authorative nod of bouncer tells him all he need to know. He unbuckles the sheath at his waist, handing the belt with it, he reveals a long hunting knife, and hands it over willingly. Another nod, this time less patient, more aggressive. The Civre raised his hands, in attempt to placate the larger man before him, he is an open book. "You have it." He says, his voice dull, monotone, that spoke of uninspiring greys. The brute before him looks puzzled for a moment, then relent, nodding him on through into the club. The music is loud, exotic dancers attracts the crowd's attention, and his gaze....undulating movement, in the dim light, a multispectral sea of colour. He works his way between the club goers, to the bar. Takes a sea, orders a drink, looking around with a reverent wonder.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 41	Posted - 2013.11.26 04:28:00 - [2] - Quote Through the haze of the lights and music....the Civre catches the dying remnants of a conversation. "If you see the Templar...." His ears perk up. The Templar.....nononononononono, not that Templar, he talks to much, and for far too long..... please not that Templar...
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 41	Posted - 2013.11.27 05:53:00 - [3] - Quote Arc-08 wrote: "hell, that gallentean nebula looks frickin amazing! i'll take one of those but i got it." Arc stands up and yells "One round of drinks for everybody on me!" Arc smiles as the half drunken crowd applauds Arc turns to Jakar, "One second i'm going to welcome our very quiet newcomer, i'll be back in a minute or two." "Hello, mate my names Arc. Whats yours?" Arc motions to Leithe The Civre looks up at the man who had approached him with equals parts concern and interest, eyes as if almost trying to look through him, rather than at him. He cranes his neck to the right trying to get a better look at the exotic dancers, still moving in their absurd and sensuously rhythmic ways. The back the man......the Civre's icy blue eyes are alive, pupils heavily dilated, they jitter about, flicking first to the mans face, his shoulder, legs, chest, back the face. He reaches for his drink, in the same movement pulling his legs up to his chest so that he is stilling in the high bar stool, heels tucked in close to his thighs, with feet hanging out into the open space beneath the bar. "What is it" he mutters "that you want?" In his mind his thoughts are ablaze, a whirl of colour, the thump of the bass, and the ghostly echo of the stranger's voice being repeated again and again in varying pitches and tones. He looks down at the reflective bar, his teeth are marble.....very white....were they too white?.....was too white bad? Something hits his chest like a hammer blow. He realises he is aware of the beating of his own heart.....and the buzz subsides rapidly. "Why would I even need to ask....you probably want my seat of something....I shouldn't even be here. Look at them all....rich people, pretty people....not my kind of place anyway." Something occurs to him and his hands rapidly drop to his pockets and begin rummaging around.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 41	Posted - 2013.11.27 23:21:00 - [4] - Quote Arc-08 wrote: Arc see's the look on Jakar's face and realizes what is actually happening. "Yeah, say why don't we get you something to drink and maybe something to eat also. So mate, what can i get you?" Arc asks Leithe Arc puts his and on Leiths' shoulder "Nah its fine" he mutters despondently....."I can pay for my own drinks..." He flinches a little as Arc touches him. Its a gesture he wasn't expecting, nor one he was familiar with. He considers the words the other caldari had said. Food, he considered momentarily....he had eaten before coming, nothing special, or really all that fulfilling, but it had sated the hunger he tended to get while buzzed. Already he is losing it, the buzz that keeps him alive is slipping away, though he grasps at it with all his being.... "Wait a drink?" He looks confused. He drains the last remnants of his glass in a single gulp, grimacing as he does. He stares at the empty cup...purposeless now without anything to contain. He can feel it now, a creeping thing. The sadness was back, the hopelessness. It's too soon, he mused , only so many of the pills were left...they had to last him. But I don't want to go back to that place. From his pocket he draws a small dispenser, covering it awkwardly with his hand he makes a vain attempt to hide the small tablet, throws his head back and dry swallows. As usual he can feel the beating of his heart slowly subside, fading into the back of his consciousness, until it is barely and after though. The world begins to regain its colour, the sounds become mored defined, and the sharp outlines of the dancers lithe forms blurr again into the multispectral sea. And all is well with him again. He doesn't smile though....its not that he feels good...just not bad anymore.... "Yeah I could go for a drink. One of those......swirly things...whatever they are called." ((Liethe is a self medicating depressive.... not crazy....already rather reclusive and anti social sobre.....almost a normal person when high. DW I wont gun down 50 security guards.))
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 43	Posted - 2013.11.27 23:40:00 - [5] - Quote Arc-08 wrote: Arc take his hand off of Leithe as he notices it startles the man, but just seconds later the man brings out a small container and pops something into his mouth. Arc looks in astonishment as the man suddenly becomes confident and acts like a normal person "Bartender get this man a gallente nebula on me" *Arc tosses the Isk chips across the counter "So mate, what's your name?" asks arc calmly (very interesting character you have there, and it wasn't occuring to me that you were homicidal.) "Not that it matters...but it's Leithe." He waits as the bartender mixes the nebula, as the other Caldari called it, took it when it was ready an sipped at it. It was rather pleasant. "And you?.....your name I mean." His voice was still impassive, but no longer did he sound morose, through his rapidly deteriorating apathy he decided manners were in order.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 43	Posted - 2013.11.27 23:52:00 - [6] - Quote "ISK" he sighed, taking another sip of the Nebula. "It always comes back to ISK..."
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 44	Posted - 2013.11.28 00:26:00 - [7] - Quote Arc-08 wrote: "Tell me about it" responds Arc, "I try and try to fight for what i believe in, for what i know is right, but in these darkening days ISK is always there bearing it's weight on your shoulders. I guess that is why you do what you have to in order to cope with life, am i right?" Arc asks Leithe *Arc then waves to Jakar to let him know that things have calmed down "I guess....end of the day you are nothing better than a killer not matter what you believe, either that or you aren't and neither one is worse than the other." He note the wave to another Gallentean, cocks and eyebrow at him. "You the hidden muscle or something?"
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 45	Posted - 2013.11.28 01:13:00 - [8] - Quote Leithe nods, takes a gulp of the drink, sighs heavily.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 52	Posted - 2013.11.29 08:05:00 - [9] - Quote The conversation with Arc and Jakar had grown stale. Leithe's eyes jerked around the club taking the whole scene in. He is pleasantly surprised to see that no one else here found his "habit" distasteful, infact to his eyes, there were dozens of people already popping pills amongst other sorts of nacotics. He sits there momentarily confused. It was not like this in the State, most of his officers had cited him for some reg or another. Unlawful consumption of banned substances, law enforcement while under the influence, amongst other equally and needlessly complicated bureaucratic bullshit. Though there was that time I threw a sniper off a balcony, he mused, that was almost funny. He considered briefly having another, two was of course better than one, he might even have fun, who knew....? As he gazes around he finds many interesting things. An Caldari man getting a little too handsy with one of the dancers, he perhaps wished their roles reversed since the dancer was a very attractive female Jin Mei. A man and a woman at the bar, woman feigning some sort of weak willed innocence, bearing her assets, the occasional curse slipping her lips, and the man smiling in an eerily sensuous manner. Another Matari woman raucously flirting with every other woman in sight.... It was such a lively place, the perfect place he could lose himself in for a night. He finished the Nebula, downing the glass in a three great gulps, feeling his head spin as the alchol hit him. "My round then?" he asks the two Gallenteans in a flat matter of fact tone.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 54	Posted - 2013.11.30 03:42:00 - [10] - Quote Jakar Umbra wrote: Jakar hit the bottom of the cluster and leaned forward placing his hands on the counter. Four nebulae with at least eight different heavy alcoholic drinks, combined into one drink always hit hard. He blinked, trying desperately to hold onto the edges of consciousness. If he blacks out now, there is no telling what he might do. "I think I'll stop for a moment until this settles down." He would have to wait til his body's nanites broke down some of the alcohol. They were programmed to do it slowly, that way he could at least enjoy a buzz from drinking, but if he got drunk enough to black out again he might end up like that time in Villore nearly a week after Caldari Prime; good thing he was in a stock clone at the time. "So what do you do Leithe?" The question draws the junkies attention back to the conversation. He frowns for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "I suppose that depends on who you ask....but for simplicities sake I am a killer like the rest of you." He gestures to the barman, repeats the order Arc made, as well as asking for a second Gallente Nebula. "Ask the State I am a vagrant, not entirely welcome here nor there, some officers call me a blight, others disgrace to my fathers, others still...who bother to look past the Egg, don't seem to mind me all that much." Another sigh, he flicks a wavy black lock back from his eyes. "Ask most others they call me a junkie, ask the shrink I am a victim, ask the Templar I am wasting my life, ask a bastard rabbit and I am their worst nightmare.... doesn't matter who you ask I am or am always doing something different. What I actually do is spend my time trying to forge I am alive, its better that way, the Egg and the booze are good for the day to day stuff, the fighting is the worst though, you cant forget you are alive...."

Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 55	Posted - 2013.12.01 00:46:00 - [11] - Quote Arc-08 wrote: Arc reflects on the troubles of the Caldari man. Arc goes to say something but then hesitates, " " Arc thinks some more about the meaning of what Liethe said, "You don't have to be a killer." states Arc "I mean you are a soldier but don't think about killing the enemy, they don't die they are like you. Find your inner core, find what you believe in that small light inside yourself. Then whenever you are on the battlefield don't think about fighting and attacking your enemies, try to just defend your humanity. for me, i fight for my former self, I am him in all senses of the word, but he is not me. He died long ago in my second battle." Arc looks deeper into Leithe "Who are you ?" asks Arc ((will remove this ooc in a few days but remember to check the OOC in the Dust fiction section of the forums, i'm going to try to start some more discussions there... link is on the first post by jakar)) Leithe bristles, grips his glass tighter, sending a lattice work of cracks down its surface. "You have to earn the right to ask me that..." he says bitterly. Suddenly he straightens, notices the glass, its flawed surface, the swirling liquid slowly leaking out in a thin film that coats the glass, slowly spreading across the bar. He tried to smile, but it is crooked, broken. "That's a story that would ruin your night, and mine.... better left unsaid." He briefly considered shifting the focus to Arc...but he knew that stories were just stories and the past had to remain the past.... "I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do."
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 58	Posted - 2013.12.03 07:21:00 - [12] - Quote Jakar Umbra wrote: Leithe Askarii wrote: Arc-08 wrote: Arc reflects on the troubles of the Caldari man. Arc goes to say something but then hesitates, " " Arc thinks some more about the meaning of what Liethe said, "You don't have to be a killer." states Arc "I mean you are a soldier but don't think about killing the enemy, they don't die they are like you. Find your inner core, find what you believe in that small light inside yourself. Then whenever you are on the battlefield don't think about fighting and attacking your enemies, try to just defend your humanity. for me, i fight for my former self, I am him in all senses of the word, but he is not me. He died long ago in my second battle." Arc looks deeper into Leithe "Who are you ?" asks Arc ((will remove this ooc in a few days but remember to check the OOC in the Dust fiction section of the forums, i'm going to try to start some more discussions there... link is on the first post by jakar)) Leithe bristles, grips his glass tighter, sending a lattice work of cracks down its surface. "You have to earn the right to ask me that..." he says bitterly. Suddenly he straightens, notices the glass, its flawed surface, the swirling liquid slowly leaking out in a thin film that coats the glass, slowly spreading across the bar. He tried to smile, but it is crooked, broken. "That's a story that would ruin your night, and mine.... better left unsaid." He briefly considered shifting the focus to Arc...but he knew that stories were just stories and the past had to remain the past.... "I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do." Jakar pours himself a whiskey as he listens to the conversation and begins sipping it slowly. "Who are you?" - Arc's words echo inside his head. Who am I, now? The question nags at him and it sours him for a second a he stares into the glass of whiskey. He had been a few things; none perhaps so dark as what some of these other immortals had experienced, but still, looking back they had made him and twisted him into what he no longer wanted to be, but the temptation to be it was ironically probably at the bottom of the same bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter to his right. He takes another sip. "What do you think of the club so far?" Jakar asks, changing the subject; the current one is clearly bothering Leithe and quite frankly it is bothering him too. "Its a great place" says Leithe , grinning like a fool. "The music is good....better than anything I have....booze, they're a bonus....and the dancers...." He cannot help but stare....the drugs were potent things, they way they made him see the world often surprised him, and the most insignificant or unlikely things would often form the centre of his focus. He sips the drink again, this time slower, thoughtfully. "You made this whole place yourself?"
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 59	Posted - 2013.12.03 08:22:00 - [13] - Quote Leithe answer quickly, though his words a slightly slurred, the drug was a blissful thing.... it tended to have this effect on him. "Yeah ssure Ish my round anyway.....Bartender....Drinksh!"
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 61	Posted - 2013.12.05 00:08:00 - [14] - Quote Jakar Umbra wrote: Jakar looks at Leithe. A bit of curiosity grips him. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your vice?" he inquires, referring to whatever it is that Leithe had taken moments earlier. He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even. "It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me." He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes. "Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly. "...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a ****..." He get up and walks to the restrooms. He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw. But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway. He passes the bar, noting a very effeminate Caldari male meandering way, more of a swagger really... As he passes closer to the woman, he can't help but speak. "What an absolute smarmy bastard, can't help but leave with a parting shot eh?"
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 64	Posted - 2013.12.05 02:47:00 - [15] - Quote Leithe Askarii wrote: Jakar Umbra wrote: Jakar looks at Leithe. A bit of curiosity grips him. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your vice?" he inquires, referring to whatever it is that Leithe had taken moments earlier. He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even. "It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me." He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes. "Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly. "...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a p!ss..." ((lol censored)) He get up and walks to the restrooms. He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw. But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway. ((Since Arc is now talking with whassherface I'm redacting some actions)) As Leithe returns to the bar where Jakar is he catches the whisper of his last comment, his voice sounds hollow, less like the man whom he was talking to only moments before. Such pain reminds him of his own wounds...he makes a mental note not the broach the subject however, he wasn't about to go asking a man he barely knew about old wounds. He note the drink.... "I thought you weren't drinking?" he says matter-of-factly.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 69	Posted - 2013.12.06 03:21:00 - [16] - Quote Jakar Umbra wrote: Leithe Askarii wrote: Leithe Askarii wrote: Jakar Umbra wrote: Jakar looks at Leithe. A bit of curiosity grips him. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your vice?" he inquires, referring to whatever it is that Leithe had taken moments earlier. He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even. "It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me." He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes. "Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly. "...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a p!ss..." ((lol censored)) He get up and walks to the restrooms. He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw. But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway. ((Since Arc is now talking with whassherface I'm redacting some actions)) As Leithe returns to the bar where Jakar is he catches the whisper of his last comment, his voice sounds hollow, less like the man whom he was talking to only moments before. Such pain reminds him of his own wounds...he makes a mental note not the broach the subject however, he wasn't about to go asking a man he barely knew about old wounds. He note the drink.... "I thought you weren't drinking?" he says matter-of-factly. Without looking at him, Jakar continues to turn the pendant in his hand. "A bad memory kind of came back to me," he says. He takes a sip. Without warning he continues, the alcohol loosening him up a little at this point. "Caldari Prime. One of the biggest **** ups I've ever had the displeasure of being a part of." He shakes his head. "Dammit Nissa, you could've listened to me that one time." Jakar downs the rest of the whiskey in the glass and pours another shot. He looks at it. "Kerry! I want some ice!" "Boss, I think you..." Jakar stares at her. Kerry noticeably trembles at the look in his eyes. "Sorry Boss." She puts two blocks in his glass. "Thank you," he mutters softly. Kerry walks away in silence and Jakar continues to sip. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's a nagging voice telling him to stop or else something bad may happen. He looks at Leithe. "I saw you eyeing Kiara. If you'd like I could introduce you two." Leithe can only nod, its a common enough gesture, but it is one of sympathy, not empathy. Too easy to assume you know that feeling, he considered briefly. He sits down again, noting Demel, he ignores the man, effeminate, pretty, too much self confidence in his stance. He mulls over Jakar's offer. "That would be appreciated. She is very pretty....beautiful even..." He stops for a moment, unsure of how to continue. " Its been a rough time....I'm not usually so gaunt....then Dro... the stronger med take their toll every now and then...and I figure the look she gave me says it all". He shrugs despondently.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 77	Posted - 2013.12.15 10:40:00 - [17] - Quote Jakar Umbra wrote: Leithe Askarii wrote: Leithe can only nod, its a common enough gesture, but it is one of sympathy, not empathy. Too easy to assume you know that feeling, he considered briefly. He sits down again, noting Demel, he ignores the man, effeminate, pretty, too much self confidence in his stance. He mulls over Jakar's offer. "That would be appreciated. She is very pretty....beautiful even..." He stops for a moment, unsure of how to continue. " Its been a rough time....I'm not usually so gaunt....then Dro... the stronger med take their toll every now and then...and I figure the look she gave me says it all". He shrugs despondently. Jakar raises an eyebrow at the slip up about "the stronger stuff" but ignores it. He spins around on the ba chair and looks over at Kiara. She is young, her features clean. Her hair moves in the air with every motion in her dance and her hips, one of the most noticeable things about her, move evocatively. Jakar waits until she glances over and raises his hand to beckon her. She slides from the crowd, panting heavily. As she walks her hands and hips still move slightly to the rhythm of the beat. As she walks over Jakar whispers to Leithe, "She can be a bit air headed or silly sometimes but trust me when I say she's by no means stupid." "Yes Mr. Umbra?" She asks as she walks up, still breathing heavily. Jakar twitches slightly; he prefers it if people simply call him "Boss" but as Jakar thinks about it, it seems to be a thing only with the dancers. Despite her clearly Caldari heritage, she has an accent that indicates she had been in Gallente space for quite a while. "Kiara meet Leithe. He's a bit shy but he likes the way you dance." She leans forward towards Leithe. "Is that all you like?" She asks giving a quick wink. The wink is like a kick in the chest to Leithe, he tries to formulate a response but he is left utterly speechless and gasping for air. "I ...uhh... I mean yeah. You're beautiful...and you dance well.....objectively speaking I mean....if you don't mind me saying..." he trails off awkwardly unsure of what to say. He grasps at the drink on the bar. The cracked glass is empty much of his despair, he was desperately looking for something to shut himself up. "The show was great. Really was..... It was....almost like watching water flow, really pretty." He mumbles, somewhat abashed, even in the dim light it was plain to see his pallid skin redden in embarrassment. His eyes were jolty, he couldn't bring himself to look at her for more than a second or two at a time. The crowd, Kiara, cracked glass, he frowns, Kiara, the other Gallente and the Caldari woman, Jakar, Kiara..... His hands noticeably shaking Leithe reaches into his pocket for the small med dispenser, he fumbles with the catch half a dozen times.
Leithe Askarii Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 77	Posted - 2013.12.17 19:22:00 - [18] - Quote He considers taking another hit.... Spirits knew he could use one. He feels Kiara's hand slide over his, flipping the catch of the dispenser with an audible click, then withdraw quickly. Behind her he can see a smile cross Jakar's face....for a moment he thought it might have been simple amusement, but the pessimist within him quickly twisted that smile to pity, or disdain, or worse. His other hand hovers, open palm, ready to receive the Crystal Egg with the addicts calm composure right before his hit. He withdraws the palm with even more surety that he had thought he was capable of and flips the dispenser back into his pocket casually. He was already high, another hit would just waste the high, plus he figured it wouldn't be too productive to show too much of himself before both Jakar and Kiara, at least not in that night. "Can I get you a drink?" he asks calmly. "You want another Jakar or are you done of the night?"
Leithe Askarii Intara Direct Action Caldari State 0	Posted - 2013.12.19 10:16:00 - [19] - Quote ((New Leithe toon here is my last post)) He considers taking another hit.... Spirits knew he could use one. He feels Kiara's hand slide over his, flipping the catch of the dispenser with an audible click, then withdraw quickly. Behind her he can see a smile cross Jakar's face....for a moment he thought it might have been simple amusement, but the pessimist within him quickly twisted that smile to pity, or disdain, or worse. His other hand hovers, open palm, ready to receive the Crystal Egg with the addicts calm composure right before his hit. He withdraws the palm with even more surety that he had thought he was capable of and flips the dispenser back into his pocket casually. He was already high, another hit would just waste the high, plus he figured it wouldn't be too productive to show too much of himself before both Jakar and Kiara, at least not in that night. "Can I get you a drink?" he asks calmly. "You want another Jakar or are you done of the night?"