The music in the bar thumped just loud enough for Lux to hear it, though she had no idea what she was listening to. The singer - sounded like a woman, though it was truly impossible to know - was singing in a language she didn't know. Whatever they were singing about sounded happy, or maybe it was supposed to be sexy.
Given how the strangers on the dance floor were gyrating with each other, perhaps it was the latter. Of course, on Zeltros, it probably didn't even really matter much. People on this planet would dry-hump each other into states of various blue-balled rug burn to the sounds of two wamp-rats squealing in a wool sock.
Letting her gaze roll over those gathered in the bar, Lux sipped lazily from the martini glass in her hand. It was nearly empty, something she would soon rectify, but for now she was content to to enjoy what was left before eating the olive that sat at the bottom.
Just as she was about to turn and have the bartender give her that refill, Lux suddenly felt a strange pulse in the force. It was powerful and it roiled with darkness, catching Lux by surprise and almost making her drop her glass onto the floor. Catching her breath, Lux's attention was drawn to another girl at the bar. A pale, young looking woman who at the same time seemed to have felt what she had felt.
Another force user? Possible.
Regardless, Lux's interest was piqued and she slipped from her barstool and made her way over to the girl. Luckily she also found a waitress with a tray of available drinks on the way there, so she wasn't going over empty handed.
Two drinks in tow, Lux slid next to the pale girl near one of the standing tables and, putting one of the drinks on the table and passing it over, arched an eyebrow before taking a sip of her own.
You felt that too, didn't you? She asked, already knowing the answer.
Given how the strangers on the dance floor were gyrating with each other, perhaps it was the latter. Of course, on Zeltros, it probably didn't even really matter much. People on this planet would dry-hump each other into states of various blue-balled rug burn to the sounds of two wamp-rats squealing in a wool sock.
Letting her gaze roll over those gathered in the bar, Lux sipped lazily from the martini glass in her hand. It was nearly empty, something she would soon rectify, but for now she was content to to enjoy what was left before eating the olive that sat at the bottom.
Just as she was about to turn and have the bartender give her that refill, Lux suddenly felt a strange pulse in the force. It was powerful and it roiled with darkness, catching Lux by surprise and almost making her drop her glass onto the floor. Catching her breath, Lux's attention was drawn to another girl at the bar. A pale, young looking woman who at the same time seemed to have felt what she had felt.
Another force user? Possible.
Regardless, Lux's interest was piqued and she slipped from her barstool and made her way over to the girl. Luckily she also found a waitress with a tray of available drinks on the way there, so she wasn't going over empty handed.
Two drinks in tow, Lux slid next to the pale girl near one of the standing tables and, putting one of the drinks on the table and passing it over, arched an eyebrow before taking a sip of her own.
You felt that too, didn't you? She asked, already knowing the answer.