The Planet Coruscant
Somewhere below Level 100,
Around Y141,
Probably the Evening
The air recyclers were good, probably the best around... wherever Laeonas happened to be at the moment. The air was only a little stale, and the scent of rotting food or used up speeder oil wasn't nearly as pungent as it would be on even lower levels.
The boy was, at the moment, allowing his torso to hang over the guard rails of the second floor hotel room he was staying in. Splayed out before him wer the layers of buildings that were parallel to the open speeder lanes that accommodated the traffic on this level. This place wasn't the only one of it's kind-- there were probably millions on Coruscant, with accommodations ranging from palace-like splendor to mite infested boxes with faded wall patterns, and a refresher that didn't work unless you kicked the wall a few times.
Laeo liked to think that he was lucky; his room was cramped, but the refresher kept him (relatively) clean, nobody had broken in, he hadn't heard any blaster fire outside, he'd had near completely undisturbed privacy, and as an added bonus, he had a holo, with six whole channels on it!
It was... drab, and he would sometimes hear his neighbors yelling, or doing something... else. But he was fine! Completely!
...completely.
"Ai need a kriffin' drink." Was all he managed to mutter. He didn't want to start... thinking for to long. That made him start asking questions, and he'd already done a lot of that on Ossus. There was a bar only a few blocks down; he could find his way there, if he wanted to.
He definitely wanted to.