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Nar Shaddaa @Darth Bambi @Chak @Thawne @Martydi @Mkirshnikov @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Dragunov Reva shook her head, the vision having kept her longer. When she looked about, no one else was there. Then where...? She grabbed her bag and headed out of the cantina, in search of the others. Like it...

Reva shook her head. "Hm?" Oh, he'd moved on. Well, she didn't particularly mind the time alone. Wait. She blinked, realizing there were more people at the bar now. Mother would have her head if she were alive. Back to work, then. Of course, she'd be careful of who could see her screen...

Nar Shaddaa Reva touched down at the spaceport early in the morning and spent part of the time getting through security. For a smuggler's paradise it had a bit too much security. Maybe the people with good security experiences paid their way through. But she still managed to get through by...

"Then I'll answer one you ask after you answer mine."

She looked down at her pretzel again. "Who did you lose?"

Ciel nodded. "Unfortunately and quite suddenly."

Her hand was halfway to her mouth with another bite when she gave a sigh and lowered it, looking away. "Someone who isn't here anymore."

She took a bite of the pretzel, thinking a moment. "A question for a question's fair."

The Republic and the Sith Empire paused their aggressions only to deal with the imminent threat of Zakuul. Now that it is finished, they've gone back to their fight. However, there is a growing wound in the Force, forged from years of pain and anguish, and both Jedi and Sith have their eye on...

"Are they?" She ripped off a piece of hers, fully covered in cinnamon and sugar. "So why were you staring at those pearls through the window? Someone you're considering buying for?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what's in your head. But I've seen that happen too often."

She laughed. "More that, considering you said you were hitting on me earlier, I assume you're expecting something in return for this kindness."

"Rum straight? Any mixers?" She arched an eyebrow. "Can't tell if you're being nice or trying to get me somewhere out of sight."

That drew a smile to her lips. "Generally speaking? Whiskey. Occasionally rum and Coke, but not often. Yours?"

This was... okay. But she did look down the way, a sign for a liquor store catching her eye. Still, she took her pretzel when it was offered to her. Her hand still shook and she felt nauseous. "I dunno. What do you do when you're not picking up strange, hungover women in front of jewelry stores?"

More her type? He wished. No, her type was much more physically imposing, often with just a hint of control and the flavor of emotional abuse to seal the deal. Come to think of it, her type wasn't healthy at all. The corners of her lips twitched downward into a frown. "Habit, mostly." Addiction...

Which part was the shame? The no one flirting or the buying of a drink? Then again, she couldn't be absolutely sure she'd not been flirted with at the bars. Sometimes she didn't remember those nights. Somewhat cautiously, she started following after him. "Ciel. It's... Ciel."

She blinked several times. Had she really been out of it that long? "I... erm... ah..." She scratched behind her ear. "Sorry, it's been... erm... a bit since anyone flirted with me. Eh, yeah. I-If you want to buy me a drink then... sure."

Well, she wasn't much for smoking, even if she had tried to pick up the habit a time or two. But that did worry her slightly, more than slightly. Be that if you like, as if he was putting on what appealed to this or that girl the most. "You don't have to be any particular way." Was this someone...

"Strange men with strange stones aren't my type." She didn't care about pearls either way. Her hands were starting to shake slightly, though. She needed a drink and... Shit. She left her alcohol at Qu's.