Cyberjunk
Avi loved Tanquilla Beach, mostly because being aboard the station made him feel like a real swashbuckling rogue. The young man had plenty of credits to spend, though they weren’t earned on some daring treasure heist, but rather a stipend given to him by his parents. They’d sent him out to see the galaxy and hopefully become more cultured, thus staying up to date on the rise of technology as their homeworld modernized. Make connections, they’d said. Join this Galactic Alliance and put your abilities to good use.
All Avi had really accomplished thus far was exactly what he’d done at home—buy things he didn’t need and schmooze it up with the local ladies.
He’d made himself comfortable at the bar, trying to chat up a pretty Twi’lek pilot who seemed mildly amused but kept snarkily rebuffing his advances. Avi was not deterred, especially given that he’d already bought her three drinks.
No matter how hard he tried, he just didn’t look the part he was trying to play. His clothes were too new, too clean. His face? Too pretty from not being punched.
"Would you look at the time," The Twi'lek checked the chronometer at her wrist in a voice bordering on monotone. "Sorry kid, I've gotta head out. Cargo won't haul itself." With a tight smile, she excused herself.
"No worries baby, call me alright? You still got my number?" He called after her with a winning smile.
[member="Runi Verin"]
All Avi had really accomplished thus far was exactly what he’d done at home—buy things he didn’t need and schmooze it up with the local ladies.
He’d made himself comfortable at the bar, trying to chat up a pretty Twi’lek pilot who seemed mildly amused but kept snarkily rebuffing his advances. Avi was not deterred, especially given that he’d already bought her three drinks.
No matter how hard he tried, he just didn’t look the part he was trying to play. His clothes were too new, too clean. His face? Too pretty from not being punched.
"Would you look at the time," The Twi'lek checked the chronometer at her wrist in a voice bordering on monotone. "Sorry kid, I've gotta head out. Cargo won't haul itself." With a tight smile, she excused herself.
"No worries baby, call me alright? You still got my number?" He called after her with a winning smile.
[member="Runi Verin"]