[center][h2]Elias Joranis|In the Aftermath...[/h2][/center]

Elias had barely managed to make it to his room before the effects of the ale hit, and even then, he'd had to call a droid to keep his door locked to make sure that he didn't go drunk wandering again. Of course, he couldn't complain, that Twi'lek had been one hell of a good looking broad, though explaining to Koren how he'd ended up with a dancer hadn't been fun and had landed him in a position of doing a dozen jobs for the man for free. The alternative had been far worse though, so it was all good at the end of the day. After several hours of rest, during which he was entirely unaware of the fact that his botched job had followed him to Paradise, and when he received Delni's message, he was browsing some jobs that Koren had forwarded to the terminal in his room. As it stood though, he wasn't finding any that were overly appealing to him right then.

About the time he was going to give up and go back to the club to try his luck again, the comm unit he kept on his wrist beeped at him, which solisited a frown from the smuggler. [color=OrangeRed]"Who would be buzzing me now of all times?"[/color] Hitting answer, the slightly slurred words of one Delni came through and he chuckled as the message played.

[i]“Okay, Mandalorian. Be straight with me. What was in that drink?”[/i]

Elias didn't send a message back, instead opting to call her on the provided channel. When she picked up, he spoke. [color=OrangeRed]"Well, the secrets of Mandalorian Ale are still beyond me, I'd wager a whole lot of alcohol."[/color]