11-22-2006, 09:42 PM
Bulma had left him a few minutes before, leaving to go to her respected army. That meant Nappa could continue his drinking, and he ordered up another Yuengling lager. With a burp, he washed another sip down his throat with a smile. The saiya-jin elite didn't catch what army his friends had gone to, but he could only hope he'd go to the same.
Sitting alone, he noticed that the bar was empty as well as the rest of the room. Nappa looked behind him, and saw the last remaining fighter left to be drafted. The warrior looked to be a saiya-jin, but probably a lower class, and therefor useless.
He took another swig of his lager, wondering when the bartender would cut him off. It was a few minutes, and three more beers before the silence of the room was broken. The sound of a ladies heels tapping against the hardwood floor of the lounge penetrated the saiya-jin warriors ears, forcing him to turn and see just what was coming.
The lady, was about five foot ten, with long blonde hair. She was definately a beautiful woman, and one that if he was in the right mind would have went after. It took her a few moments to reach him, "Mr. Nappa, you are to report to the United armies base this instant," she explained in a monotone.
"Fine. Who will be my commanding officer?" Nappa replied, stumbling to his feet.
"His name is Bardock, a saiya-jin i think. Now hurry up, you don't have much time," the lady implied, helping Nappa towards the exit.
A few minutes later, the bald and completely drunk saiya-jin entered another massive room. This time instead of tables and bars, it was filled with beds, and only two men were sitting amongst the sea of cots. Nappa didn't recognize either of the two warriors, but didn't really care. He needed a bed, and he dropped onto the closest one.
"One of you guys wake me up when something important happens, i don't want to miss any fighting," Nappa boomed, calling out to the other two fighters accross the room.
(OOC: Very short, but i only had 20 minuets to do it.)
Sitting alone, he noticed that the bar was empty as well as the rest of the room. Nappa looked behind him, and saw the last remaining fighter left to be drafted. The warrior looked to be a saiya-jin, but probably a lower class, and therefor useless.
He took another swig of his lager, wondering when the bartender would cut him off. It was a few minutes, and three more beers before the silence of the room was broken. The sound of a ladies heels tapping against the hardwood floor of the lounge penetrated the saiya-jin warriors ears, forcing him to turn and see just what was coming.
The lady, was about five foot ten, with long blonde hair. She was definately a beautiful woman, and one that if he was in the right mind would have went after. It took her a few moments to reach him, "Mr. Nappa, you are to report to the United armies base this instant," she explained in a monotone.
"Fine. Who will be my commanding officer?" Nappa replied, stumbling to his feet.
"His name is Bardock, a saiya-jin i think. Now hurry up, you don't have much time," the lady implied, helping Nappa towards the exit.
A few minutes later, the bald and completely drunk saiya-jin entered another massive room. This time instead of tables and bars, it was filled with beds, and only two men were sitting amongst the sea of cots. Nappa didn't recognize either of the two warriors, but didn't really care. He needed a bed, and he dropped onto the closest one.
"One of you guys wake me up when something important happens, i don't want to miss any fighting," Nappa boomed, calling out to the other two fighters accross the room.
(OOC: Very short, but i only had 20 minuets to do it.)