Best posts made by Lango

Trying to keep his balance, Lango took a look a panoramic view to the bar, and saw all the customers eyes looking at him. The drunk demon smiled as he can and murmured well they are not friendly.

As the glass was broken, his demon feelings wanted to take a bottle and start a mess, but his mind again stopped him. Instead, he brings up a canteen from his pocket, take a shot and put it on the table. Want a drink?, Offered calmly to Rikki. No one is going to get hurt, aside from my liver.

((Sorry my bad english too, Argentinian here))

Resting in a corner since no one knows, Lango was sitting in a chair watching all Arcanist Mill's customers. When he sees a demon drinking with a human, he tries to stand up but as we all know, it's hard when you already drank too much.

Never is too much, Lango replied to his own head. And with a new effort, he started walking towards the bar.

Standing beside the demon, He ordered a pint of a strong Thornroot Ale and took a look to Malyvern whit the corner of his eye.

((Lango is a Blood Demon, with more ages than anyone can count. He don't have any noticeable war mark but far more weird, it seems like he has some human flesh in his neck and head. He wears a white shirt and black throusers, a purple coat tied in the neck with golden details. His hood covers part of his head, his foots are naked and just one glove in the right hand, but it doesn't cover his fingers))

As the woman said 'surprise me', the demon saw a chance of making new friends. Looking to calm his instincts, he offered a sip from his canteen with a cheerful stil drunk smile, but at the same time his inner voice told him that some fresh air may help.
He stood up, throwing the stool in a clumsy way and falling in the floor. In four legs he made his way to the door and hear Rikki talking to Glim, and stepped out the bar.
The cold wind hit throught his bones and with a finger he started a small fire in his hand. "Still easy even drunk", said his mental companion. He aproached the beast-kin.

As Lango aproached Rikki and Glim, he could smell their prejudice. Their faces, their eyes. It was evident. He hate it. Why so much resentment? Why past mistakes condemned him? An inner flame flow from his core and into his eyes, and the little fire he was holding in his hand sparkled in fury.
"This is not your fight. Stop.", said his head. Like an angel and a demon, his feelings fought in his inside, and trying to calm his inner fire Lango recalled his canteen, left in the bar, with an imperceptible finger move. After all, drinking was his salvation. A sip. Two sips. The third was a large one. Recomforting for sure.

"Hey best-kin, want some?".