Tatooine/Mos Eisley
15:43 local time
A depressed sigh escaped Segri as she sat alone by the bar counter. A drink was in one hand and a cigarette was in the other. A dozen other glasses would have been around her if the droids weren't so tidy...not that she could blame them. After the first few glasses were shattered, it was easy to understand why they kept taking them away.
She dumped the shot glass down her throat, not even flinching as the alcohol burned. It tasted more like fuel, but it helped her for the first two hours to take her mind off her position, to help her forget. But now her memory was crystal clear. She was a wreck. A failure. She had broken out of the gangster's life to try and do something with her life that she could be proud of. But all she did was more of the same. She drank away her money, poisoned herself with various substances, merely continuing with the life she tried to leave behind. She was a mess.
As she ordered another one she merely stared at the cigarette, losing all taste for it completely. After the drink arrived she also lost the taste for that and decided to kill the cigarette in the drink. With a groan she slipped off the chair and onto her feet...only barely maintaining her balance. She stumbled along the path and out the door, only getting as far as the alley on the side of the cantina. She leaned against the wall, resting her head against her arm as she tried to keep her wits together. But it was no use. After a few moments she dropped to a knee and emptied her stomach in the sand. "Kark me..." she mumbled to herself before being interrupted by another barrage of bile.
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