After so much time spent negotiating deals, chasing the calls of patients, getting shot at, and dealing with thugs... the Doctor was in dire need of a recreational break. And she needed to immerse herself back into the hive of scum to reintegrate her life with her clients' chosen lifestyles; what better way than to handle a game of sabacc?
It had been ages since she last tried her hand at anything involving credits, or stakes higher than a ten-chip. She needed to unwind, and hearing the moans of others, feeling the heady mix of jubilance and despair in equal measure, meant a promising night in this underground. She was dressed tonight, in something simple; every step drew eyes, and for once the Doctor wanted to be seen.
It meant her companion would not draw so many eyes. And if they were to play games, that would be the wisest course of action. Besides, what better way to gain associates than by luring them in with the call of credits?
Amber eyes gazed to her associate, adjusting the strap of her crossbody clutch. Even as minimally as she was dressed, she still had her vibroknife, and a blaster... but just where, would be anyone's guess. She was no one's fool. "So I'm thinking I need some cards. Are you game?" Her gaze settled on a particular table... there seemed some promising cons to fleece of their easy-earned creds.
Including a rather dapper-looking young man.
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