Slade Zambrano
Character
[member="Keira Ticon"]
A very strong shot of tequila was placed in front of slade and he wasted no time in slamming it down, it was smooth and the burn felt good to the alcoholic. But one thing that was harshening his buzz was Keira and her questions. He didn't bother to answer her first two little blurbs about his father or himself, his own sense of cowardice and the like. He had his own reasons and they would stay with him for now, if the woman wanted to know more then she would have to wait. Slade knew she probably couldn't care less but he was of the sort who liked to have a little mystery about him, made him harder to read.
So he placed his cigarette between his lips at the corner of his mouth, afterwards he grabbed the lighter and flicked it a few times until it's orange glow ignited the cigarette and with a slow sizzle and inhaling of those sweet sweet chemicals he exhaled with a sigh and looked over to Keira. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in a different way. When most people thought of beautiful people they looked to Twi'lek or human super models in holo magazines. But that wasn't the kind of beauty slade saw when he saw her. So he looked right at her and told her.
"You're a beautiful woman Keira, but there's something special about you. It's a beauty most people that aren't like you and I don't understand" he said as he took another long drag on his cigarette.
"You're like a piece of driftwood washed onto shore, warped by the harsh ocean waves, bent, broken. But the force found you, picked you up and began to carve you into something new. You're the type of beauty of driftwood carved into something truly unique, some people might call it ugly, others might just see a piece of driftwood that's been prettied up." slade said and flicked the ash off his cigarette.
"But for people like us, I see a masterpiece. Don't let people tell you otherwise." and with that slade ground his coffin nail butt out on the bar and proceeded to leave.
"I'll be in touch." he said as he exited the doors and went out into the Zeltros night.
A very strong shot of tequila was placed in front of slade and he wasted no time in slamming it down, it was smooth and the burn felt good to the alcoholic. But one thing that was harshening his buzz was Keira and her questions. He didn't bother to answer her first two little blurbs about his father or himself, his own sense of cowardice and the like. He had his own reasons and they would stay with him for now, if the woman wanted to know more then she would have to wait. Slade knew she probably couldn't care less but he was of the sort who liked to have a little mystery about him, made him harder to read.
So he placed his cigarette between his lips at the corner of his mouth, afterwards he grabbed the lighter and flicked it a few times until it's orange glow ignited the cigarette and with a slow sizzle and inhaling of those sweet sweet chemicals he exhaled with a sigh and looked over to Keira. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in a different way. When most people thought of beautiful people they looked to Twi'lek or human super models in holo magazines. But that wasn't the kind of beauty slade saw when he saw her. So he looked right at her and told her.
"You're a beautiful woman Keira, but there's something special about you. It's a beauty most people that aren't like you and I don't understand" he said as he took another long drag on his cigarette.
"You're like a piece of driftwood washed onto shore, warped by the harsh ocean waves, bent, broken. But the force found you, picked you up and began to carve you into something new. You're the type of beauty of driftwood carved into something truly unique, some people might call it ugly, others might just see a piece of driftwood that's been prettied up." slade said and flicked the ash off his cigarette.
"But for people like us, I see a masterpiece. Don't let people tell you otherwise." and with that slade ground his coffin nail butt out on the bar and proceeded to leave.
"I'll be in touch." he said as he exited the doors and went out into the Zeltros night.