A scruffy looking woman walked into the bar and sat on a stool. She wore a thick, synthleather vest, which wasn't fastened and wore a creamish colored shirt under the vest, the sleeves ending just above her elbow. She had on a pair of boots that appeared to be Jedi in origin and wore a pair of blue pants ((OOC: Jeans for us not in the Star Wars universe)), which was suspended by a leather belt.
Her short, black hair appeared clean and her brown eyes looked to the bartend and then looked around. She appeared to be unarmed, but she had long since learned how to conceal weapons, primarily a light saber. Her father's light saber was hidden in her right boot and she knew that if anything happens at the bar to first talk her way out of it and then try to disarm, and if that doesn't work, it's the time to use it.
The Bartend looked massive and was cleaning a cup with a cloth that seemed to only dirtying the cup more. The Bartend looked to be in his late thirties and was burly, his reptillian skin folding in places that made her deep down wish that she couldn't see him.
"Whut cun I git fer ya?" the bartend asked.
"I'll have some Blossom Wine, please," she stated and the bartend huffed.
"Wich wine frum Naboo...I dun' think I got any," the Bartend tried to lie.
She had known bartends to put up a show and stuff for paying customers and the bartend set a cup in front of her, filled with the sweet-scented wine and she sipped it, not wanting to be under the influence before she planned to leave the bar and to her father's ship.
The fact of the matter was that she needed a drink simply because she had fought her very own blood mother, who had given birth to her and she had reacted in defense. It was hard not to react in defense when a sith came at you with a lightsaber and she had used the little training her father had given her.
She drank more of the wine, wanting to be rid of the memories. Sure, they hurt, seeing that she had used a weapon to kill and that she wasn't one to kill, but the situation called for it. Deep down, she was ashamed to see what her mother was and knew that there was no way she'd become a copy of her mother.
Her mind returned to the bar when she heard a scuffle take place and she tried not to be involved. Apparently, it was between two drunk Corellians and they were fighting about some woman.
"Bu' ya coul' 'ee dad flow'er at da bar over dere is as beaudiful ash 'er. Ya can have dad flow'er and I can keep mine," the first was heard saying.
It was then that the other Corellian walked to her and put his arm around her. The Corellian seemed to reek of alcohol and it almost nauseated her. Apparently, they were drunk to the point that the hangover in six hours would be murder...or suicide depending on the case.
"Ya know ya're beaudiful," the drunk Corellian stated.
"You really need to lay off the alcohol," she stated almost mysteriously.
"I really need do lay off da alco'hol," he repeated.
"You need to go home and sleep off your hangover," she stated in the same voice.
"I need do go home and sleep ov my hang'over. Good bye," the man stated, letting go of her and staggering to the door.
It was then that she noticed the effects of the wine working and she stood up and gave the bartend the credits due and started to walk towards the door. Someone had stopped her by putting their hand on her shoulder and her awareness perked up. The person seemed to generate a small tremor in the force that she could feel and she turned to see whoever it was and to find out why they had stopped her.
"Who are you?" she asked calmly.
Her short, black hair appeared clean and her brown eyes looked to the bartend and then looked around. She appeared to be unarmed, but she had long since learned how to conceal weapons, primarily a light saber. Her father's light saber was hidden in her right boot and she knew that if anything happens at the bar to first talk her way out of it and then try to disarm, and if that doesn't work, it's the time to use it.
The Bartend looked massive and was cleaning a cup with a cloth that seemed to only dirtying the cup more. The Bartend looked to be in his late thirties and was burly, his reptillian skin folding in places that made her deep down wish that she couldn't see him.
"Whut cun I git fer ya?" the bartend asked.
"I'll have some Blossom Wine, please," she stated and the bartend huffed.
"Wich wine frum Naboo...I dun' think I got any," the Bartend tried to lie.
She had known bartends to put up a show and stuff for paying customers and the bartend set a cup in front of her, filled with the sweet-scented wine and she sipped it, not wanting to be under the influence before she planned to leave the bar and to her father's ship.
The fact of the matter was that she needed a drink simply because she had fought her very own blood mother, who had given birth to her and she had reacted in defense. It was hard not to react in defense when a sith came at you with a lightsaber and she had used the little training her father had given her.
She drank more of the wine, wanting to be rid of the memories. Sure, they hurt, seeing that she had used a weapon to kill and that she wasn't one to kill, but the situation called for it. Deep down, she was ashamed to see what her mother was and knew that there was no way she'd become a copy of her mother.
Her mind returned to the bar when she heard a scuffle take place and she tried not to be involved. Apparently, it was between two drunk Corellians and they were fighting about some woman.
"Bu' ya coul' 'ee dad flow'er at da bar over dere is as beaudiful ash 'er. Ya can have dad flow'er and I can keep mine," the first was heard saying.
It was then that the other Corellian walked to her and put his arm around her. The Corellian seemed to reek of alcohol and it almost nauseated her. Apparently, they were drunk to the point that the hangover in six hours would be murder...or suicide depending on the case.
"Ya know ya're beaudiful," the drunk Corellian stated.
"You really need to lay off the alcohol," she stated almost mysteriously.
"I really need do lay off da alco'hol," he repeated.
"You need to go home and sleep off your hangover," she stated in the same voice.
"I need do go home and sleep ov my hang'over. Good bye," the man stated, letting go of her and staggering to the door.
It was then that she noticed the effects of the wine working and she stood up and gave the bartend the credits due and started to walk towards the door. Someone had stopped her by putting their hand on her shoulder and her awareness perked up. The person seemed to generate a small tremor in the force that she could feel and she turned to see whoever it was and to find out why they had stopped her.
"Who are you?" she asked calmly.