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[This is a bit of a social thread. Violence can happen, but isn't preferred. If you want to develope your characters, by all means, jump in!]
Her lips were pursed and puckered as she squinted from the burn of the alcohol. Slypher wasn't one to drink much, but she did occasionally enjoy it. It was odd, seeing someone so young as her drinking as if she were older. None-the-less, she kept her lightsaber hidden under her jacket. She wore normal clothes, not wanting to look like a doom-and-gloom dark priestess for once and actually look like a girl. It was one of those rare nights that she actually wore a pair of normal pants and a normal shirt with normal boots and a normal jacket. She even put on a small bit of make-up.
Whether she realized it or not, she blended in with the crowd around her. She looked like an average human girl. Of course, that could have its downsides as well. She didn't want some dumb nerf-herder to mistake her for an easy piece of meat that they could persuade to sneak off into the night as if she were a nymph looking for the time of her life. Unlike most morons her age, she focused on bigger things.
It just felt good to unwind and have a few drinks. Just enough to catch a buzz. Granted, she had been drunk out of her mind one time on Correllia. It wasn't fun.
"Need another?" The bartender droid asked as it approached her. She simply nodded and turned in her seat as it filled the cup up. She watched a dark-skinned human walk up on stage, bobbing his head as the beat to his music came on. He started to rhyme into the microphone, leading off into a chorus about the struggles of life or something like that. It sounded good.
She looked around at the people that filled the room with her. She wondered how many of them would run in utter fear of what she was rather than actually sit down and have a conversation with her? Who in that room would care to hear the words of a person that traveled beyond the known light side of the force to obtain knowledge that most would be too scared to embrace? She could only wonder as she sat and sipped on her drink, letting the alcohol sooth her tense muscles. She waited, waited for someone to come and spark a conversation and cure her boredom. She was sure someone had their eye on her.
Her lips were pursed and puckered as she squinted from the burn of the alcohol. Slypher wasn't one to drink much, but she did occasionally enjoy it. It was odd, seeing someone so young as her drinking as if she were older. None-the-less, she kept her lightsaber hidden under her jacket. She wore normal clothes, not wanting to look like a doom-and-gloom dark priestess for once and actually look like a girl. It was one of those rare nights that she actually wore a pair of normal pants and a normal shirt with normal boots and a normal jacket. She even put on a small bit of make-up.
Whether she realized it or not, she blended in with the crowd around her. She looked like an average human girl. Of course, that could have its downsides as well. She didn't want some dumb nerf-herder to mistake her for an easy piece of meat that they could persuade to sneak off into the night as if she were a nymph looking for the time of her life. Unlike most morons her age, she focused on bigger things.
It just felt good to unwind and have a few drinks. Just enough to catch a buzz. Granted, she had been drunk out of her mind one time on Correllia. It wasn't fun.
"Need another?" The bartender droid asked as it approached her. She simply nodded and turned in her seat as it filled the cup up. She watched a dark-skinned human walk up on stage, bobbing his head as the beat to his music came on. He started to rhyme into the microphone, leading off into a chorus about the struggles of life or something like that. It sounded good.
She looked around at the people that filled the room with her. She wondered how many of them would run in utter fear of what she was rather than actually sit down and have a conversation with her? Who in that room would care to hear the words of a person that traveled beyond the known light side of the force to obtain knowledge that most would be too scared to embrace? She could only wonder as she sat and sipped on her drink, letting the alcohol sooth her tense muscles. She waited, waited for someone to come and spark a conversation and cure her boredom. She was sure someone had their eye on her.