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Tilting a crystal clear glass towards her lips she took a long sip of water, before setting it back on the counter to rest in the rapidly forming pool of its own sweat. Nearby she could see a couple of Rodians squibbling back and forth in their native tongue as they played some game that involved cards and knives. A tickle came to her cheek as a stray gust of breeze caught her hair and brushed it into her face. She pushed the hair aside and leaned forward onto the counter, taking in the scenery once more.
She sat here in one of the many uniform brown chairs, waiting for Eryn to arrive here. It had been a bit since she'd seen the man that was quickly becoming her operations partner. She wore a bright teal colored sleeveless shirt that buttoned up the middle, and extended well past her waist, almost like a vest. Underneath it she wore a belted pair of long tight black leggings, fitting in well with the female crowd here on Chandrilla. Though the air around the tiki-bar was warm, the rest of the city was caught in the cold clutches of night, and thus she had her long black coat folded and set against the bottom of the bar beside the feet of her chair, along with her bag. In it she had her lightsabers, an EB-4 blaster, and her thermos of cryptberry tea- a solace in the cold night.
She took another long sip of her glass and then began watching the holoscreen set above the middle of the bar, while subtly scanning the surrounding area in the Force, especially for those who may approach her.
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