OOC: This thread I will consider open, but I do have an intended direction for this RP already, and I would appreciate it if you talked to me first before entering. :)



<font color=red>Corellia,
some time just after midnight.</font>



It was late.

But by no means did that mean that the slightly dingy and quite crowded cantina Leia Organa Solo was seated in, was any less busier. The cantina was a considerable distance from the main governmental regions of Corellia, Leia was quite a long ways from 'home'.

Of course, here on Corellia Leia's home was usually considered a cluttered desk in some office in a New Republic Governmental building. So Leia had purposely sought to put some distance between herself and those regions. Later she would slink back into her apartments near the governmental complexes without any annoying political cronies noticing, and she would actually have some peace and quiet for a while.

But right now she would just sit here... and vent.

Dressed in a pair of black trousers with a blue pinstripe down the side that might or might not have meant anything, and a simple long sleeved black shirt, Leia was completely inconspicuous. She was seated alone at a booth in a corner of the cantina, shrouded in shadow. She had left her hair down for the day, and now she brushed a lock of hair out of her face habitually as her eyes probed the thick, mostly intoxicated crowd.

She wrinkled her nose at the sight and glanced down at the tabletop. An empty glass sat before her, but it was the only one she had touched all evening.

For some reason, tonight she felt she had to be more careful than usual, more alert. Tonight her guard was higher than normal. Nothing was wrong, but something in her said there could be... would be.

The fingers of her left hand lightly brushed over her gunbelt. She carried a blaster on her thigh, but no lightsaber.

Nah. She was just overstressed. Too much work, not enough sleep. Leia brushed the pessimistic thoughts from her mind, and ordered another drink.