The Admiralty
TERMINUS
"Watcha da fethin' hat, ya thuggish chit!"
Then a thump as Daro was thrown out of Sixth's Sense, one of the many bars gracing the streets of Terminus' capital. It didn't hurt as much as it hurt his pride though so that was something at least. It had been a rowdy night, but pleasant, lotsa drinks, lotsa friends, but somewhere in the middle of it all... things had gotten rough. His lip was still bleeding, but Dar guessed it hadn't been smart to use his cybernetic to punch the guy in his karker.
That wouldn't be fun for him in the morning.
Not that it mattered to Dar, he just wanted to have some more drinks.
Feth.
He started to waddle and unceremoniously face-planted on the streets as he tripped over something. "Ow, the feth??" It took him a moment to get farther than muffled ow's and murmuring insults to himself. Slowly, carefully, he picked himself up and bleary eyed looked around. Well, at least no one to see him.
That was something.
Peering down he suddenly realized the 'thing' that he had tripped over was moving. Um. "Uh. Hello?" The tip of his toe nudged their side, trying to see if it was rigor mortis settling in or if the person (he guessed) was alive. "Ya 'kay? Alive? Friendly?" Daro drawled while leaning heavily against the nearby wall.
The alleyway was kinda damp and icky, but he wouldn't blame them for waking up here.
Wouldn't have been the first time that happened to him after all.
Still though.
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