Nar Shaddaa
19:00 Hour
Boonta Eve
The door to her bedroom sliding open and revealing the dark and messy apartment, Aska emerged as she pulled a relatively clean tank top over her shoulders, being cautious to keep the cigarra in her mouth aimed upwards to fit through the neck hole without burning it’s collar. Tugging the shirt down tightly, she observed herself in the mirror opposite her quarters and once she was satisfied she had kept her attire clean, the young woman gave her a reflection a quick wink before moving out to the living room where the Togrutan slave girl had been sleeping on the couch.
”You up yet?” Aska queried as she hustled along the edges of the room in search of the bottle of rum she had retired the evening prior. It didn’t take long for her to locate and as she wrapped her grasp around the neck of the bottle, she soon dropped herself into the haggard arm chair that sat along side the window, observing as the flashing lights of Nar Shaddaa lit up her home. ”I think I’m gonna head to the bar tonight. You should come!” she stated excitedly as she took a swig directly from the bottle in her hand. Lowering it, she moved to hand it over to Alisaah with intent on getting her to take part. ”My friend Deskar owns the place. Real giant sweet heart, that one. You’ll like him. And then there’s Quinri. She’s your people. You two need to meet one another,” The slave had been incredibly passive and reserved since she stole her away from Zugg’s care and yet she still insisted on denying an opportunity at her freedom. If she was going to be sticking around, then Aska needed her to open up. Urging Alisaah take the bottle once more, the woman leaned forward to make the point clear. The two of them would get to know each other sooner or later and this was the only way she knew.
@Bex
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