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@The Captain
Ah, it was bloody good to be back.
Ord Mantell. Nice place, all things considered. Incredible contrast from the Outer Rim dirtholes she'd been to before. Tatooine was the crown, though. But the drinks here were pretty damn great. And the music wasn't too terrible, either. Much better than the Core World New Wave kriff that had been showing up.
She was seated at the bar counter, a bottle of whiskey enclosed within her hands and a smile on her face. Part of her deep purple hair was over her eyes, but that wasn't the issue. In fact, quite the benefit. Nobody seemed to be staring at her or trying to kidnap her, a rare moment of security in a public place. And my, the commotion was beautiful. Bottles smashing against heads here and there. Perfect. It staved off anxiety, knowing that everyone was acting normal. Bloody brilliant.
Despite this brief pleasure, there was a wee problem, which was the reason she was here:
Her fuel cells were depleted, so it just so happened she was stuck here till the next job came round where she could afford some astro gas to get her gliding again. But for now, she had enough credits to fuel a decent drinking streak. Hopefully. She scoffed and took another swig of whiskey before setting the bottle down and checking the familiar feel of a knife hilt just past her wrist as a poor human's face was dragged across the counter, stopping just before her. The alien holding him down brought up a toothy smile, which she returned before handing her now empty bottle to the human as a blunt object to have a slim chance in the one sided fight. Gonna be a joy to watch. Unless it ended in a blaster fight. Nah, this place was too good for that. Damn.
Ah, it was bloody good to be back.
Ord Mantell. Nice place, all things considered. Incredible contrast from the Outer Rim dirtholes she'd been to before. Tatooine was the crown, though. But the drinks here were pretty damn great. And the music wasn't too terrible, either. Much better than the Core World New Wave kriff that had been showing up.
She was seated at the bar counter, a bottle of whiskey enclosed within her hands and a smile on her face. Part of her deep purple hair was over her eyes, but that wasn't the issue. In fact, quite the benefit. Nobody seemed to be staring at her or trying to kidnap her, a rare moment of security in a public place. And my, the commotion was beautiful. Bottles smashing against heads here and there. Perfect. It staved off anxiety, knowing that everyone was acting normal. Bloody brilliant.
Despite this brief pleasure, there was a wee problem, which was the reason she was here:
Her fuel cells were depleted, so it just so happened she was stuck here till the next job came round where she could afford some astro gas to get her gliding again. But for now, she had enough credits to fuel a decent drinking streak. Hopefully. She scoffed and took another swig of whiskey before setting the bottle down and checking the familiar feel of a knife hilt just past her wrist as a poor human's face was dragged across the counter, stopping just before her. The alien holding him down brought up a toothy smile, which she returned before handing her now empty bottle to the human as a blunt object to have a slim chance in the one sided fight. Gonna be a joy to watch. Unless it ended in a blaster fight. Nah, this place was too good for that. Damn.