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Lucky 77 Bar and Casino, Nar Shaddaa, 12:30AM.
The ever-present ringing sound of totally-not-rigged slot machines and boisterous voices filled the air of the casino as per usual. Well, add in a chunk of open space and moderate pockets of silence to compensate for a slow night, and you've got the Lucky 77. A place someone definitely shouldn't go for quick credits.
Too bad a certain Pantoran bet opposite.
Jaina didn't get very far into the casino before she realized how much of a waste it was. Firstly, she had absolutely nothing to spend after just two tries at the machines. Terrible idea. Secondly, all the sleepers already had their meager earnings swiped from their pockets. Thirdly, Jaina found herself looking more like a discounted display item in a store rather than another customer. The bulky collar clamped around her neck didn't help her case either. So she made the smartest decision of her stay thus far to remedy her problems: Take a walk to the bar, and get a drink she couldn't afford afterwards. Perfectly flawless!
As she made her way to take a seat along the bar, Jaina took a good look to her sides and followed up with a glance over a shoulder. Besides some drunks and the mangy, off-scented Rodian beside her, things seemed pretty safe. Well, besides the suspecting gaze the Rodian was giving her. However, Jaina was already working herself into gear- limiting any further external observation and lowering herself into her seat. With a hesitant hand, and a sheer degree of humbleness, Jaina silently requested the suited man's attention like any Outer Rim servant would. Hell, she even offered a smile to the guy.
Speak only when spoken to. A painful reminder of her own drifted through her mind. At least it helped the acting, but Jaina almost forgot she was 'free' for a moment. A dreadful mix of anxiety and fear was building deep inside her.
What do people even drink at this place?
@Herrith
The ever-present ringing sound of totally-not-rigged slot machines and boisterous voices filled the air of the casino as per usual. Well, add in a chunk of open space and moderate pockets of silence to compensate for a slow night, and you've got the Lucky 77. A place someone definitely shouldn't go for quick credits.
Too bad a certain Pantoran bet opposite.
Jaina didn't get very far into the casino before she realized how much of a waste it was. Firstly, she had absolutely nothing to spend after just two tries at the machines. Terrible idea. Secondly, all the sleepers already had their meager earnings swiped from their pockets. Thirdly, Jaina found herself looking more like a discounted display item in a store rather than another customer. The bulky collar clamped around her neck didn't help her case either. So she made the smartest decision of her stay thus far to remedy her problems: Take a walk to the bar, and get a drink she couldn't afford afterwards. Perfectly flawless!
As she made her way to take a seat along the bar, Jaina took a good look to her sides and followed up with a glance over a shoulder. Besides some drunks and the mangy, off-scented Rodian beside her, things seemed pretty safe. Well, besides the suspecting gaze the Rodian was giving her. However, Jaina was already working herself into gear- limiting any further external observation and lowering herself into her seat. With a hesitant hand, and a sheer degree of humbleness, Jaina silently requested the suited man's attention like any Outer Rim servant would. Hell, she even offered a smile to the guy.
Speak only when spoken to. A painful reminder of her own drifted through her mind. At least it helped the acting, but Jaina almost forgot she was 'free' for a moment. A dreadful mix of anxiety and fear was building deep inside her.
What do people even drink at this place?
@Herrith