D E M O N
NABOO - BEFORE THE END
What even was Dating?
When Var thought back to the "good old days", there wasn't much he did in the way of "dating." He and the gang were usually so wrapped up in their illicit shenanigans that survival was an event in of itself. Therefore, when there was a quiet moment between the gun running and spice chugging, he and
Sylvia Alvaro
would enjoy the silence. Sneak off to a corner of the local watering hole and just relax. So, as far as the Echani was concerned, that was dating. Fast forward to the present day and Var was given a rude awakening. Now that the pair had gone straight (as far as he knew anyway), there was far less "excitement". And therefore, far less excuse for his partner to accept kicking their feet up at a bar as acceptable.
And don't get her wrong, Sylvia wasn't the type to stamp her feet and demand bottle service.
But, Var could tell she wanted more. The little wrinkle over her nose when he suggested his favorite bar on Naboo for the seventeenth time was all the tell he needed. To the holo-net he went. Most searches came up with grand, romantic gestures and highlights from the latest heart-warming flick. This was not his speed at all. Finally, he found some advice that called for "KISS". The universal gospel of keep it simple, stupid demanded using one's surroundings to his advantage. Well, Naboo was the capital of their nation. It was full of royal and regal things. Why not...go for a stroll Shiraya Square? Yeah, that sounded about right. This time of year, there were vendors selling hot cocoa, plenty of shops to explore - it was perfect.
Or so he hoped.
Var had instructed the Ace Pilot to meet him at the Square right after she landed - which was about three o'clock in the afternoon Naboo time. She'd find him waiting beside a fountain, dressed in his trademark bomber jacket. His offhand clutched a small box whilst his dominant hand tapped upon his mini-datapad.
He was either attempting to look really cool or hit a new level in Flappy Nuna.
When Var thought back to the "good old days", there wasn't much he did in the way of "dating." He and the gang were usually so wrapped up in their illicit shenanigans that survival was an event in of itself. Therefore, when there was a quiet moment between the gun running and spice chugging, he and

And don't get her wrong, Sylvia wasn't the type to stamp her feet and demand bottle service.
But, Var could tell she wanted more. The little wrinkle over her nose when he suggested his favorite bar on Naboo for the seventeenth time was all the tell he needed. To the holo-net he went. Most searches came up with grand, romantic gestures and highlights from the latest heart-warming flick. This was not his speed at all. Finally, he found some advice that called for "KISS". The universal gospel of keep it simple, stupid demanded using one's surroundings to his advantage. Well, Naboo was the capital of their nation. It was full of royal and regal things. Why not...go for a stroll Shiraya Square? Yeah, that sounded about right. This time of year, there were vendors selling hot cocoa, plenty of shops to explore - it was perfect.
Or so he hoped.
Var had instructed the Ace Pilot to meet him at the Square right after she landed - which was about three o'clock in the afternoon Naboo time. She'd find him waiting beside a fountain, dressed in his trademark bomber jacket. His offhand clutched a small box whilst his dominant hand tapped upon his mini-datapad.
He was either attempting to look really cool or hit a new level in Flappy Nuna.