The Rusty Rifle
Raxulon
Raxus
2100 Hours
"Another Hoth Ice-breaker please," Enya called out, pushing the empty cocktail glass forward and tapping it expectantly. She'd lost count of how many she'd had by now, probably 4 or 5 or...10, maybe. It was nice though, all the thoughts just kinda disappeared in a buzzy fuzzy haze and she felt kinda giggly, and she didn't think about the bad things that gave her nightmares, so in her book, a few drinks every so often is just medicine, and hey! If she's gonna drink, might as well do it with her buddies in the Rusty Rifle. Apparently it used to be a real piece of poodoo, but being so close to the imperial barracks had it's perks, like a bunch of soldiers sinking their credits into your pockets, and renovations just bring more and more people in, so now it was soldiers and social drinkers and something else beginning with an s.
As for her, she just drank, she occasionally talked if someone talked to her, but for the most part, she just liked to sit there and stare at the fish tank, eyes absent-mindedly following the little aquatic cuties as they floated around. She liked the water, it wasn't like fire, fire was hot and painful and baaaaad and it hurt your...where is that drink...?
(OOC:Open to all Imperials and/or people with a decent reason to be on Raxus!)
@Tic