"I'm becoming less defined as days go by. Fading away .... Well, you might say I'm losing focus, kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself. Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself."

Eve didn't know why she was still holding onto a lost cause. Who was he, you may ask ? It was a bold man by the name of Maverick. She constantly checked her commlink for any messages from him and endlessly replayed shared intimate moments in her mind, wondering where they could have possibly gone wrong. He was a sexy guy. She was a nice girl. Well, nice. They had met through the job. He was an addicted and she was the delivery person. That was back then when Severe was originally only three people. Could he have found another drug ? Something else to be addicted to, better than Severe, better than herself ? Eve was just like that - she was insecure when it came to her girlfriend capacities. She was such a bad lover.

"Less concerned about fitting into the world. Your world, that is. Because it doesn't really matter, no, it doesn't really matter anymore, none of this really matters anymore."

She repeated to herself that she didn't need him. She had plenty of lovers before, many relationships that were much more meaningful to her. Though when things turned sour, she quickly moved on and forgot; she liked that ability about herself. Not many possessed that "talent". Why was it that Maverick was still clouding her mind ? It had been nearly a month now since his last order. Maybe he was dead ? No, her connections showed her that he was very well alive. That information made her cringe. So he just didn't want to see her again, huh ? She wanted to dig a hole and die in it.

"Yes, I'm alone but then again I always was, as far back as I can tell. I think maybe it's because you never were really real to begin with. I just made you up to hurt myself. And it worked. Yes, it did !"

Those times where they were just high off of her drugs, hanging out and just listening to blaring rock 'n' roll, did it mean nothing ? Perhaps she made it all up in her head, that for him, it never meant anything. She still remembered his jet black hair, his sky blue eyes and his large hands ... And that lip ring that just drove her insane, yet never got a chance to nibble on it. He was taller than her, with a lean body. His exterior was tough but he had a soft voice. He often acted like a child, but she just thought it was all part of his charm. Maybe she had taken too much of her own drug.

"The tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be scab. And I had this funny feeling, like I just knew it was something bad. I just couldn't leave it alone, picking at that scab. Was a doorway trying to seal itself shut but I climbed through."

He was distracting her of her work, as a Sith Knight and as one of the owners of Severe. Taja had given her much grief about her current condition. Eve's hand reached for the inside pocket of her coat and pulled out a cigarette. Silently, she stood in front of the elevator, on the main floor of the space station, waiting for the lift to come down. She lit the cigarette and took a deep puff. Because of him, she had drowned into alcohol and killed her lungs with cigarettes. She was falling into a black void of depression and it was beginning to worry her - would she ever get out of it ? A scab, just a scab, she reminded herself. No, her heart couldn't have been broken and no, she was not emotionally wounded. The doors to the lift opened and a big crowd of people got off of it. She waited patiently as they passed her by. Suddenly, her honey-colored eyes caught sight of something she wished she didn't see. Maverick. Her heart sank.

"Now, I am somewhere I am not supposed to be and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see. And now, I know why. Yeah, I know why things aren't as pretty on the inside."

Beautiful. He was just perfect. He walked right past her, though she couldn't point out whether or not, he did it on purpose or just didn't see her. Her eyes went black and she had almost forgotten to breathe. The signal at the top of the elevator indicated that it was safe to use it now, but everything was blurry. The cigarette burned away by itself. All she could think of was him. Jerk.

(OOC: some explenation what my chars friends were up to as he was gone and continual for the earlier rp of mine with Seth...)

A group of men made their way to the bar talking anxiously and laughed at each others stories about something, they wore long jackets that covered their bodies and in their faces they had scars. Some had many and some had few, there was a thin man who kept the others talking and behind him walked a big man laughing with a deep voice. They walked to a corner in the bar and stayed there talking, but they looked around suspiciously when no one was watching. They tightly gripped their blaster as someone passed by and then turned to their conversation.

"Where do you think the boss is right now Slick?"

The big man asked with a slightly disappointed voice because their boss wasn`t along with them. The thin man shrugged.

"Who cares? You know he is mostly a loner and likes to drink alone remembering the past.... well you know what he thinks about then, but that is the subject what no one dares to bring up...but anyway as I promissed it`s drinks for all of you on me.."

The other quietly cheered and smiled, but their smiles faded as slick looked for his credits and didn`t find them, Slick cursed loudly and almost began looking for a thief that might have taken them, but the others claimed that he must have forgotten them on the ship or even the base in the worst case. They talked for sometime, but no one got any drinks until a man walked in and walked to their table except Groth who was drinking his 5th yardle. Darius looked at Slick with a smile on his face as he threw a bag of credits on the table and sat down next to him.

"Your credits doubled I believe..."

Darius brushed his hair with his hands slightly as Slick counted them and Darius took some of the credits to get some drinks, he walked to the counter and leaned on it looking at the bartender. The bartender look at him with a smile on his face.

"What might you take sir?"

Darius put some credits on the table.

"Corellian ale for 5 and for that big guy the yardle..."

The bartender nodded and began filling the glasses for Darius as Darius looked around and saw something quite interesting only some feet away from him. A Jedi, Darius hoped that this Jedi was only relaxing here and so it seemed because he was drinking his ale in peace. Darius looked at the man for a while and turned away when the man`s eye`s came his way or if they even did, Darius took the ale and returned to the mercenaries table. He gave the drink around and drank slightly of his own, he looked at the Jedi for a whil until Slick pushed him in the shoulder.

"What are you looking at Da... Commander?"

Darius hated for the fact that his name was never said by anyone except himself, Groth seemed to be drinking like the last day of his life was today and that there was no after life to drink ale in. Darius brushed his hair back.

"There is a Jedi next to the bar counter, if you can see him... let`s not make anything stupid so we will be left alone besides I think he is just relaxing and hasn`t really realised that we ain`t the nicest persons in the galaxy."

At that moment Groth almost slammed his glass in the table and looked at the Jedi, there was only one thought in every other mercenaries minds.



Oh shit....



Groth`s brother had been a mercenary and killed by a Jedi a long time ago, but he hated every Jedi for that and wa ready to rip their skulls off, but now he was drunk and he would be harder to calm down. Many of their family brothers that had been mercenaries had been killed by Jedi, but no one had been so hateful about it than Groth. Darius looked at Groth with an angry face.

"Groth! This isn`t the time nor the place, you may kill a jedi on the battle field and on duty, but never when we are drinking ale on our free time!"

Groth didn`t listen because he was on his way, Darius tried slammed his hand against his head.

They could lay dead in the floor in a matter of minutes....

Darius walked after Groth with the others trying to stop the angry and drunk giant....

Silus grabbed his glass on the third try. Liquid spilled over the sides.

".. and the worse bit... the worse bit is..." the Jedi's voice trailed.

"Is it dark in here?"

"Are you a Jedi?" a voice boomed behind him.

Silus smiled at the figure drunkenly, "Nope. I'm a... I'm a.... what's it?" he asked the bartender.

"Customer."

"That's right! I'm a custo... thingy. With a lightsaber." Silus smiled again.

"You look like a Jedi to me. I don't hold with no Jedi," the giant spoke.

"I don't want any trouble," the bartender said. His hand moved closer to the blaster hidden under the bar.

"Ah. Oh. Oh. I see. Well, no problem then." Silus stood up and drove his fist into the giant's face. There was a moment as the giant blinked in confusion. Then like a great tree who finds out that yes, those were axes, he fell backward and crashed into a table.

The Jedi looked around at the occupents. They stared back. "Uh... drinks all around!" A few cheered. Silus half-sat, half-fell back into his chair. A few credit chips bounced onto the bar and the bartender began pouring the unspoken order.

"The galaxy," Silus began again, "the galaxy... it's like a, a thingy, woman. Yeah, it's like a woman. Like the most beautiful woman... and you fall in love with her. Then she kicks you in the wossnames..."

"Teeth."

"S'right. But you can never leave her, 'cause you wossname. Yeah. Is like a woman." Silus put the empty glass back on the table. The clink it made echoed like a gong. The Jedi sat staring at the wall. And then he collapsed.

There was no knee bending or any weak attempt to stop himself. It was straight vertical to horizontal. The bar applauded. Then they stole his credits and threw him out into the street.