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Damn, that had been some good juma juice. Sparkle couldn't remember the details of the night before, or, really, the bender that had led up to that, but he could definitely say without hesitation that it had been some pretty damn fine juma juice. And now... well... he was somewhere, anyhow. It was cozy, wherever he was, and it didn't have the same sort of funk that Nar Shaddaa did. Or that same glowing-right-through-the-eyelids amount of neon signage that Nar Shaddaa did, either. And either he'd fallen asleep last night in a sardine can, or he was surrounded by people who really liked to cuddle.
Okay. Sparkle was going to crack open an eye. Just one. And if he found out that he'd been taken captive by some crazy-assed space cop or something, he was going to kick Atton in the shin.
... Judging by the varying states of undress of the people of all manner of fancy species that he and Atton were surrounded by, he had most definitely not been arrested.
"Damn, that was some good juma juice."
Where was he exactly? Sparkle couldn't tell you. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
[OOC: NFB for distance! For that guy!]
Okay. Sparkle was going to crack open an eye. Just one. And if he found out that he'd been taken captive by some crazy-assed space cop or something, he was going to kick Atton in the shin.
... Judging by the varying states of undress of the people of all manner of fancy species that he and Atton were surrounded by, he had most definitely not been arrested.
"Damn, that was some good juma juice."
Where was he exactly? Sparkle couldn't tell you. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
[OOC: NFB for distance! For that guy!]
