Mad Dog of Rocket
he/him/his
30
May 8
Pyrite Town, Orre
Heterosexual
Night Club Owner
Executive
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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dorian westcliff
The Mad Dog grinned as he prepared the Kalosian pirate her drink. Of note was the degree of professionalism and skill in Dorian's drink mixing. Ten years of practice might not seem a lot, but mixology was a field that Dorian seemed to have taken to very quickly, back in his early days within the organization. It was do or die, after all. He had to impress the higher ups, at the time. Dorian smiled as he was presented his gift. A top shelf bottle of whiskey wasn't something to scoff at. Though his instincts as a businessman told him to sell it at his Club, use it to generate profit, he felt such a thing was an insult to the gift giver. No, he'd use it to celebrate another night with his Mari. If he knew Violet Fairbanks was responsible for the gift, he'd have thanked her. The Mad Dog watched as the newly minted Beast, howard slayte, received the Jade Hisuian Arcanine statue. The fact that the Beast was so happy wit hthe gift warmed the heart of the former Beast. But rather than say anything, he just let the man bask in his happiness. Upon seeing the Kiss Cam, Dorian frowned, and looked back to Marguerite. "No offense, but I'm a taken man. And I have no intention of betraying my lover.", he told her. A familiar face, Calpurnia Kubrick, greeted him. He remembered her from their little session in the RKS Simulator. "Something fruity? You got it.", he told her, before whipping up a Grinch Cocktail, and serving it to the scientist. "Ho ho ho!", Dorian jokingly belted out to Calpurnia, upon serving her drink.
tags: Marguerite Calpurnia Kubrick notes: tl;dr
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