You wake up next to them.

[Niner]

No comment..

 

[Evard L'Rik]

So, do you want to fly my yacht, or do you want to fly my yacht?

 

[Metus De'cal]

How did you even get into my bed? Did you use a footstool or something?

 

[Ryan]

I bet you wish you could take this back eh?

 

[Evard L'Rik]

Aww... ishafuzzylittlepuppy!

Get out of my room.

 

[Hurrikaine]

Not again

 

[Evard L'Rik]

Why are you whoring your metal self out here? Go find some fetishy Nar Shaddaans to sleep with...

 

[Ryan]

Wondering why his breath smells and his tongue taste's of peanut butter

 

[Vulpesen]

get out before I shove your head into a vat of chocolate

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Is that really necessary? Breakfast would be a much better option.

 

[Jaycob Lynx]

What is a sith doing here, did I get drunk?

 

[Mira Cavataio]

No, dear. You were not drunk, don't lie.

 

[Jaycob Lynx]

In that case, you gonna tell my superiors?

 

[Niner]

nope

 

[Evard L'Rik]

Oh, you again.

What kind of alcohol do you want, today?

 

[Vulpesen]

Whiskey... then leave

 

[Ryan]

*Takes the whiskey after drooling on the bed*

No, you leave, fancy hatman!

 

[Metus De'cal]

Now I have to clean my sheets over and over again until I feel they are properly purged of you.

 

[Taregh Garon]

Well...it could have been worse....

 

[Vulpesen]

All I did was compliment the fur. GIT