Location: Ryloth, The Drunken Gutkurr
Sitting in the side booth, Alana could only glance down at the datapad on the table, part of her dying to see who all was taking up her call. See, on Nar Shaddaa, she thought to be a bounty hunter meant you just needed a gun, a stylish look, and a suave voice. Clearly she was wrong when the guild master laughed in her face. But that was so long ago it wasn't even worth mentioning, all of a month and a half ago in fact, this time it was gonna work; mostly because she actually looked up the requirements for joining the guild this time. She sent out a call for freelancers to meet her here at this one particular bar, because Alana had a good feeling that she wasn't the only one trying to get in with the guild. Plan was to get a few other hunters together, nab the target listed here, and be on their merry way with some fancy guild crests as proof.
Feeling a bit of nerviousness pushing its' way through her gut, Alana took up her glass of whiskey and sipped it, wincing at the familiar burning sensation in her mouth, and taking a bit of the tension away in the process. She frankly wanted to light up a deathstick, but every time she did people seemed to think lesser of her; and the last thing she needed was possible bounty partners thinking of her as dead weight. No, she'd get through this without lighting up, least she'd tried. One quick glance at her drinking hand confirmed she was already getting the shakes, which annoyed her to no end, but she was just going to hope the alcohol help tighten her up; or if not, give her an excuse. She wasn't going to go back home a failure, not again. The thought of flashing that guild crest in Kraud's face brought a satsifactory smile to her face; maybe then he could finally accept the life she was leading.
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