Tue Nov 24, 2020 7:49 pm by Snorri Tycho
"Perish the thought." Snorri finishes his beer and motions for another beer. If she returns he'll offer a small smile and a distant look.
"I don't have time to keep up elaborate lies Ms. Fielding. My work has me one foot in the grave, and likely will be until the day that I die. I don't want to live with any regrets, that I didn't wring every drop that I could out of life. That I could have sucked the marrow out of the bones of life but chose not to, living in quiet desperation to my last day. I make no promises I can't keep, and don't lead anyone else on. I am here to get what I can before my time" He rings his finger around the rim of the mug. "And if that leads to chatting with such charming company as yourself, I don't see a problem"
Fortunate One • Mechwarrior • Rasalhague/Draconis/It's Complicated • Lecherous • Greedy• Booze Hound• Bad Reputation
Rank: 1.2 (Staff Sergeant)| Infamy: 0.6
Pilots:OSP-26 Osprey