09-24-2020, 03:17 PM
DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
At Roxie's approach, Michael found himself chuckling and smiling faintly, amused by how she chose to say hello. The bobcat said with an amused hum, a grin curling at the edges of his muzzle, "Hmm... maybe I'll just try ditching the dealer job and go for the tavernkeeper job. I've proven that I'm already pretty damn good at it." However, the thief did find himself hesitating when Roxanne asked him for a drink. He knew what she liked, yes, but he wasn't sure whether or not she actually wanted alcohol in it. Ultimately, he decided against it, figuring that the new quartermaster wouldn't want to get tipsy in the middle of the day. He mixed her a piña colada, occasionally having to pull his paws back from the blended ice that he had, just because the chill was starting to hurt. He eventually pulled the drink forward to Rox, saying with a chuckle, "Piña colada with no alcohol for you. I know you don't actually like the taste." Michael didn't really like the taste of rum either, but he didn't actually really like the taste of any alcohol. That wasn't why he drank alcohol, really.
When Aphra responded to his drink of choice for her, Michael felt a little smirk of pride coming to his face. While the fugitive didn't really care about the pure white feline's opinion, it did feel good to have his skills acknowledged. He nodded, muttering softly, "Mm, alright. I don't mind making drinks for people... helps with my own urges, honestly." The dealer considering delving a little bit more into his own alcoholic tendencies, but he cut himself off when Franklin came running over, a grin coming to the bobcat's face. He chuckled when he heard Frank, a warm purr leaving him as he touched his nose to the pup's head, "Well, hello there big squirt. I think I've got something perfect for you." He leaned behind the table then, mixing a few things before he popped back up. As he pushed forward a glass of orange and red, he said cheerfully, "Here you are, Frankie! A Shirley temple, just for my little pup."
When Aphra responded to his drink of choice for her, Michael felt a little smirk of pride coming to his face. While the fugitive didn't really care about the pure white feline's opinion, it did feel good to have his skills acknowledged. He nodded, muttering softly, "Mm, alright. I don't mind making drinks for people... helps with my own urges, honestly." The dealer considering delving a little bit more into his own alcoholic tendencies, but he cut himself off when Franklin came running over, a grin coming to the bobcat's face. He chuckled when he heard Frank, a warm purr leaving him as he touched his nose to the pup's head, "Well, hello there big squirt. I think I've got something perfect for you." He leaned behind the table then, mixing a few things before he popped back up. As he pushed forward a glass of orange and red, he said cheerfully, "Here you are, Frankie! A Shirley temple, just for my little pup."
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan