Balthus Larr
Corpo Chitbag
It wasn't the sunlight streaming though the bay window of his penthouse that woke Balthus up, but the soft chime of an alarm. With his face still partially below the rumpled sheets, he grimaced and rubbed a palm across closed eyes. His entire skull ached, and any confusion over why was dispelled when his gaze landed on the side table. A haphazard collection of mostly empty liquor bottles accompanied a bucket of ice water and a few glasses. A dusting of red powder coated the side of a drawer.
A Devaronian woman, still mostly beneath the duvet, murmured drowsily while Balthus checked his holopad. He had to squint for the words to come into focus.
9AM- Meeting with Valery Noble
"Fuck."
Passed out at the foot of the bed, a Zeltron in a sparkly dress stirred. Larr ran a hand through his disheveled hair and lifted himself from the bed. "Cyril!" He barked, hailing an assistant droid from the adjacent room.
"Yes, Master Larr?" The pear-shaped automated servant intoned pleasantly.
"Call them a cab." He flicked a hand towards last night's bedmates. "And clean this place up as quick as possible – I forgot about this damn meeting."
"At once, Master Larr." The droid acquiesced pleasantly. "Although, I did remind you of your early meeting with Master Noble twice yesterday." Cyril's head swiveled mechanically, taking in the empty liquor bottles and loose spice. "I see why you cannot remeber."
"Can it, you bucket of bolts." Larr grumbled as he stepped into last night's pants.
Valery Noble
A Devaronian woman, still mostly beneath the duvet, murmured drowsily while Balthus checked his holopad. He had to squint for the words to come into focus.
9AM- Meeting with Valery Noble
"Fuck."
Passed out at the foot of the bed, a Zeltron in a sparkly dress stirred. Larr ran a hand through his disheveled hair and lifted himself from the bed. "Cyril!" He barked, hailing an assistant droid from the adjacent room.
"Yes, Master Larr?" The pear-shaped automated servant intoned pleasantly.
"Call them a cab." He flicked a hand towards last night's bedmates. "And clean this place up as quick as possible – I forgot about this damn meeting."
"At once, Master Larr." The droid acquiesced pleasantly. "Although, I did remind you of your early meeting with Master Noble twice yesterday." Cyril's head swiveled mechanically, taking in the empty liquor bottles and loose spice. "I see why you cannot remeber."
"Can it, you bucket of bolts." Larr grumbled as he stepped into last night's pants.
