It was after long days that Officer Coulter just wanted a day to relax. Dumb kids spraying their graffiti all over local buildings and sobbing when getting caught, strung out twitchy drug users that claimed they were a Sith brother or something. Kark, an old body could only take so much from the stink of the galaxy before she needed to air out.
She couldn't smoke anymore. Regulation orders. A stick of gum was pried out from its' foil wrapper, the smell of wintergreen meant to mask over the small packet of the price of her addiction. She frowned, popping it into her mouth and chewing with all the passion of a dewback on its' last sand legs. Kark, but she hated these things. They did nothing for keeping her hands busy. So there was only one thing the Ranger could do to unwind.
Hit the greasiest noodle shop this side of the packed planet and pray to whatever gods were listening they had something spicy enough to melt her entrails for a week. She took her glasses off, squinting in the neon brightness to glare at the menu, finally spotting something that might actually do the trick.
"One Mustafar Meltdown noodles," she rasped out, pointing, and the 'chef' nodded when she laid down a credit chip, then stalked to the outdoor seating.
She may not have liked the general populace, but hell, people-watching could be interesting. She picked up the packet of disposable chopsticks, tapping them on the surface as she panned her gaze. Who knew.
Perhaps she would see something interesting.
@Nefieslab
