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"Diamondback Saddles" Cantina
1712 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
@Deviant (Art)
THEME
Herrith popped the top off a bottled beer, swiping through the datapad set before her. Some random holonet emails...mostly people she'd promised her contact information...but of course, the Zeltron never did promise anything else, after all. How devious that was. Mostly a bunch of junk and empty requests to go watch a movie sometime. Pitiful. She scoffed, shutting down that feature of the pad before opening up the Guild network, checking for anything new. She sighed. Nothing. Checking her watch, the Zeltron grimaced and shut off the pad. Three minutes to meeting this guy. The sense of dread had already hit her hard. She hadn't liked him a whole lot, but that was over messages. He could be very different in person.
That just didn't seem like the case, though.
There was almost nothing about him. His info was pretty cryptic at best. Sya could hardly scrounge anything else up. But then again, she was a thing, too. A ghost just the same. Anonymity, her friend. He could be just like her. So why was she freaking out so much? It didn't matter. Taking a sip from the recycled glass bottle, the woman eyed the doorway, waiting for someone to enter who even remotely looked like her contact. Of course, it was a cliché meet up. A secluded cantina on an underworld. Fun times. But then again, it worked real well. She brushed her hair aside one last time and took in a breath, exhaling with ever so much of a waver.
"Diamondback Saddles" Cantina
1712 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
@Deviant (Art)
THEME
Herrith popped the top off a bottled beer, swiping through the datapad set before her. Some random holonet emails...mostly people she'd promised her contact information...but of course, the Zeltron never did promise anything else, after all. How devious that was. Mostly a bunch of junk and empty requests to go watch a movie sometime. Pitiful. She scoffed, shutting down that feature of the pad before opening up the Guild network, checking for anything new. She sighed. Nothing. Checking her watch, the Zeltron grimaced and shut off the pad. Three minutes to meeting this guy. The sense of dread had already hit her hard. She hadn't liked him a whole lot, but that was over messages. He could be very different in person.
That just didn't seem like the case, though.
There was almost nothing about him. His info was pretty cryptic at best. Sya could hardly scrounge anything else up. But then again, she was a thing, too. A ghost just the same. Anonymity, her friend. He could be just like her. So why was she freaking out so much? It didn't matter. Taking a sip from the recycled glass bottle, the woman eyed the doorway, waiting for someone to enter who even remotely looked like her contact. Of course, it was a cliché meet up. A secluded cantina on an underworld. Fun times. But then again, it worked real well. She brushed her hair aside one last time and took in a breath, exhaling with ever so much of a waver.