Rianna Organa-Ar'klim
Character
Location: The Wheel
The Event:
The elderly man, who was now well into his membership of the AARP (Amoral Arousal Retirement Program). But still she had nothing but fond memories of him so when the opportunity came up to do something for the long in the tooth man she decided why not, give him a treat.
Alexis using all of her skills, and her abilities to send out messages across broad bands to all the Dathomiri Witches, and Mandalorians to come and celebrate his long life.
She made arrangements for a few dancers, booked the bar, and all the available rooms. There was gambling, wresting, tests of strength, lots of alcohol, and lots of food.
And one large birthday cake, which maybe she could hire someone to..well..jump out of. She’d have to think on that…the men might like it, but she wasn’t sure about the women.
The invitations were out, the party set. The Wheel was prepared to receive all celebrants, Alexis for the time being sat in the bar, with two fingers of whiskey neat in a glass. She’d change when guests started to arrive, otherwise pants, and a shirt, with boots current adorned the night sister.
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The Event:
[SIZE=22pt]STRIDER GARON TURNS 61![/SIZE]
Hard to believe the Mandalorian had made it to be that old. Hard to believe some woman hadn’t shot him, or some bastard child take revenge for a mother left behind.The elderly man, who was now well into his membership of the AARP (Amoral Arousal Retirement Program). But still she had nothing but fond memories of him so when the opportunity came up to do something for the long in the tooth man she decided why not, give him a treat.
Alexis using all of her skills, and her abilities to send out messages across broad bands to all the Dathomiri Witches, and Mandalorians to come and celebrate his long life.
She made arrangements for a few dancers, booked the bar, and all the available rooms. There was gambling, wresting, tests of strength, lots of alcohol, and lots of food.
And one large birthday cake, which maybe she could hire someone to..well..jump out of. She’d have to think on that…the men might like it, but she wasn’t sure about the women.
The invitations were out, the party set. The Wheel was prepared to receive all celebrants, Alexis for the time being sat in the bar, with two fingers of whiskey neat in a glass. She’d change when guests started to arrive, otherwise pants, and a shirt, with boots current adorned the night sister.
1/5