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If there was one thing in the Galaxy that Lady Kathreveris had never experienced, it was the life of the party. Her rather harsh upbringing made it hard for her to live anything even moderately close to an ordinary life, and since her childhood had been spent learning to fight, she edged for some release. So, when she heard of a planet that was renowned for it's ability to allow denizens to drink the nights away, she was immediately curious. And Zeltros had not disappointed. The showering and glimmering lights that reflected off the finely crafted buildings, the revelers in full swing of the party passing through every street corner and waving hello. It seemed to be an oddly disconnected place, hidden away from the horrors of any war. Kathry found herself gently swaying to the tune as she overheard a young Zabrak couple arguing about which cantina to enter.
If you're going to stand there bickering all day, the party will just go on without you...
She gently pushed past them, garnering a startled look from the young woman and angry glance from the man. They didn't try anything, however, and even if they had she wasn't worried. She hadn't come armed, but she was lethal enough as it was. This was a time to relax, and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her. Approaching the zeltron bartender, who was... surprisingly alluring. Kathry paused, her eyes going out for a moment, forgetting what she had been about to ask.
"You look lost. Drink?"
"Uhm, if you have water."
"...Alcohol? Like an alcoholic drink? We don't serve water, unless it's on the rocks."
He winked, and she immediately rolled her eyes at the stupid pun. Turning over, her eyes seemed to get a little wider, then began to smoke and crackle with red flames. It was a natural defensive ploy she used to intimidate, for some she felt suddenly tense and ready to bolt.
"...I've never had alcohol before. What would you recommend?"
He grinned and poured a bottle of red liquid into a really, really large mug and pushed it over to her with a smile. When Kathry tried to offer her credits, he waved her off and murmured something about the first drink on the house. She wasn't really interested in this one, no matter how pretty he looked, he was much too... passive. Either way, the drinking would be interesting enough. Choosing a small corner table, she gently walked towards it and laughed gently as the poor rodian that had been sitting there saw her and bolted. It seemed being a Sith and Vahla was not a good mixture, especially in parts where they might recognize her. She was surprised the bartender hadn't been downright rude, but he was a Zeltron, they were naturally jovial. Taking a long swig, she felt her head began to spin and her chest grow warm and fuzzy. Leaning back on the chair, she felt a gentle and genuine grin cross her face as the effects washed over her almost immediately. Part of the cantina began to stare, it was likely the first time they'd seen a Sith drunk.
I... oh... what did... what... I just do?
If you're going to stand there bickering all day, the party will just go on without you...
She gently pushed past them, garnering a startled look from the young woman and angry glance from the man. They didn't try anything, however, and even if they had she wasn't worried. She hadn't come armed, but she was lethal enough as it was. This was a time to relax, and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her. Approaching the zeltron bartender, who was... surprisingly alluring. Kathry paused, her eyes going out for a moment, forgetting what she had been about to ask.
"You look lost. Drink?"
"Uhm, if you have water."
"...Alcohol? Like an alcoholic drink? We don't serve water, unless it's on the rocks."
He winked, and she immediately rolled her eyes at the stupid pun. Turning over, her eyes seemed to get a little wider, then began to smoke and crackle with red flames. It was a natural defensive ploy she used to intimidate, for some she felt suddenly tense and ready to bolt.
"...I've never had alcohol before. What would you recommend?"
He grinned and poured a bottle of red liquid into a really, really large mug and pushed it over to her with a smile. When Kathry tried to offer her credits, he waved her off and murmured something about the first drink on the house. She wasn't really interested in this one, no matter how pretty he looked, he was much too... passive. Either way, the drinking would be interesting enough. Choosing a small corner table, she gently walked towards it and laughed gently as the poor rodian that had been sitting there saw her and bolted. It seemed being a Sith and Vahla was not a good mixture, especially in parts where they might recognize her. She was surprised the bartender hadn't been downright rude, but he was a Zeltron, they were naturally jovial. Taking a long swig, she felt her head began to spin and her chest grow warm and fuzzy. Leaning back on the chair, she felt a gentle and genuine grin cross her face as the effects washed over her almost immediately. Part of the cantina began to stare, it was likely the first time they'd seen a Sith drunk.
I... oh... what did... what... I just do?
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