Let's go drink our problems away

[Kibbles]

The handshake was something she didn't really expect, but it wasn't something she'd reject. If anything it let her now she did something right. As she shook his hand she'd let her smile fade as she thought over his introduction.

"Bounty hunter? Very uh...Interesting. No need to worry about me being an enemy.." Or a friend, she thought silently. A bounty hunter had no needs for someone like her. Maybe that wouldn't be the case, and maybe they'd prove to be good company. She doubted it.

Jicelli just let herself slink back in her seat after the meeting. If anything she'd only half-listen to what the bounty hunter said as an interesting figure entered the bar. Well, interesting was one way to put it. There was no need to stare, especially when it was clear the person was probably like everyone else. That's when Herrith slid a drink over to her before heading to the stranger's table. Wonderful.

So she took the drink in hand, and without a second look downed most of the whiskey in a quick swoop. The effect was almost instant, and she had to force herself not to cough it all up. It burned, and it burned a lot. Though through her obvious pain she'd manage a small smile as she just sets the glass aside and clenches her hands.

Perhaps it would help. At least, better than just going back to how she was before. It prolonged her life at least.

 

[Brick]

Her grip was firm as Jason pulled away, Jicelli looked down and looked like she was thinking of something. "Well nice meeting you Jicelli, I hope we will be seeing each other soon?" Jason walked away to go sit at a table by himself. Jason thought to himself, what a busy day, he already made deals and peace treaties with the local gangsters and mobsters. As Jason was thinking a shadowy figure entered through the door. He wasn't surprised that people were still coming in at a late time, but this woman, who was young, had a force thing. Jason did not worry since he had delt with a lot of force users. He hoped he wouldn't deal with her

 

[Aystil Baham]

Aystil had just received her drink, a blue cocktail of sorts, when Herrith walked over to her. At first, she wasn't sure if the Zeltron would talk to her or not. That was made clear when Herrith spoke to her, making assumptions based on appearance. Aystil smirked, listening to her go on as she took a sip of her blue cocktail.

"Evening," she said cautiously, gaging the Zeltron's tone for signs of hostility. For the moment she found none, so she settled to talk. "I've had my fair share of partying, actually. The type of people I am usually around don't make parties quite like this though." Sith parties. Ugh.

Aystil shook her head and chuckled, pushing a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear before she lifted her glass and had another sip of her drink. It was sweet, like a good pink wine, but just had the slightest edge of tanginess that made the drink taste quite well. She was quiet for a moment, thinking. She thought back to a time where... She had been on a different planet, with a man she knew for about seven cycles. She saved his life. She killed one of her superior Sith lords. She shook away the memory, downing the rest of her drink and pushing it towards the bartender for another.

She finally turned her body towards Herrith, giving her full attention. "Sorry, allow me to introduce myself. The name is Aystil Baham. And you are?"

 

[Herrith]

"Evening," the woman said with a smirk, not complete acknowledging the presence of the Zeltron just yet. The woman finally seemed to be open to talk and continued. "I've had my fair share of partying, actually. The type of people I am usually around don't make parties quite like this though."

This was becoming a pretty lively bar. The human must go to quiet places often, perhaps formal events. Big faction stuff. She dressed less like a scoundrel, too. Pretty high quality stuff. Herrith poured some liquid from the bottle of her drink into a glass before taking a sip as the human identified herself, facing fully towards the Zeltron.
"Sorry, allow me to introduce myself. The name is Aystil Baham. And you are?"

Herrith smiled and quickly returned an introduction.
"Herrith."
She added the next bit with sarcasm.
"Galaxy-wide transporter of exotic goods. Independent business, actually."

Pouring more whiskey into her glass, Herrith added on to her sentence. By now Aystil probably knew she was a smuggler. "So what brings you to this hole in space?"

 

[Kibbles]

Jicelli thought she had nothing to lose really, and as she was alone she might as well "fit in" with the rest. That meant drinking her problems away for the first time. After all, not drinking in a place like this was probably frowned upon. So she'd hop up, use some of the few credits she had on her to get a drink, and then return to her lonesome at the table.

Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea in the end. She never actually drank until now, and starting with such drink without actual knowledge proved to be a terrible idea. She didn't even get a quarter through the bottle before she was absolutely out of it. As she buried her head under her arms she couldn't help but feel glad her troubled thoughts were gone. Besides the sick sensation in her, she felt pretty good.

After all, all she could think of was how cold the table seemed. Was she really that heated? Man, it felt like ice. Ice sounded nice, and that was a rhyme.