Jannik Morlandt
convergence
LOCATION
'Violet Blue' Nightclub
Zeltros
A pint of your lies
oh don't act surprised
I've got you sized
These things haunt us for the rest of our lives
If you insist
a fist to the lips
some knuckles to kiss
These things haunt us for the rest of our lives
He didn't know the name of the song. In all honesty, he hadn't listened to much music that wasn't his own, some wafting tune of the Force, or sung by younglings, or at random by an acquaintance or stranger amongst the Jedi in several months. The life of a Jedi had utterly consumed him and he had let it. When was the last time he went for a pint? Shortly after joining the Jedi - he remembered watching the coverage of the aftermath of the Invasion of O'reen in a pub, and feeling the sense of dread that used to come to him whenever the things he saw in his mind were confirmed to have come to pass.
It was nice to be on what was supposed to be a wee break, but it felt strange to be simply cut off from the Jedi community, Maria Natalja (who had 'dragged' him out here) being his only link as he sat in the nightclub, right at the start of the evening before it got busy, nursing a pint and trying to relax. One thing was for certain: his mental barriers were definitely up and locked down, and the pheromones that were rampantly about in the air of Zeltros didn't appear to be affecting him yet.
He was only hoping that the vision he had just prior to their departure for this little trip did not come to pass - all he wanted was a relaxing evening. Taking a long draw off the pint, he swallowed, and smiled at Maria as she came back from the ladies room.
"So, am ah going tae see ye dance tonight," he said as she settled back into a high-backed stool, while he glanced to the as-yet mostly empty dancefloor (it was before 2300hrs) then back to Maria, "or are we just aiming t'hae a couple o'nice drinks and watch th'rest o' th'eventual patrons make arses of themselves?"
[member="Maria Natalja"] | [member="Cain Laatl"]