Lt. Toxin Arlill - Close Call

[Toxin Arlill]

(( A Bar with a name they are yet to understand, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))

Karen was a bit lost after everything that had happened, and the drinks hadn't helped. She didn't really know what to say, so she just watched the little merchant mice dancing around with their colorful stuff.

T'Larn: Once again, Lt Arlil, Lt Stendhal, what say you?

Arlill: We are pleased with St’Amin’s offer. Can we discuss terms?

Stendhal: I would like to hear more from Rutto, but is ok for me too if is ok for you.Karen gazed at Rutto that wasn't happy of course to hear that.

St'Amin: C'rt'nly! L't's t'lk 'bout th' sp'cif'cs.

T’Larn: Wonderful. Now why don’t both of you gentlepeople take a seat and we all share in a drink, together, as friends?

Rutto: Yourra losti may friendy

Stendhal: Oh what we lost, well never mind is ok.

Toxin was grateful that the counselor had stopped there.

Arlill: Would you still join us ::pointing towards a chair::

Rutto seemed intent to not join them and continued standing.

St'Amin: ‘G’r’oo’mpy O’ld’ M’n

T’Larn: Now tell me, what is the strongest thing this bar sells?

Toxin was glad the Vulcan shifted the conversation away from what could have become a interstellar disagreement.

Stendhal: Can't decide if the brown or the pink, well if there's something more strong, better if I skip this one.

Rutto simply walked out from the bar. It wasn’t Toxin’s intention to anger the other alien, but he did only plan to meet with St’Amin originally. But part of him couldn’t wonder if he’d missed out on other opportunities.

Arlill: ::holding up his glass:: To future opportunities.

St'Amin: ::doing the same:: O’pp’tuni’tees!

[[ End Scene Toxin Arlill ]]

Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
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