@[member="Michael Sardun"]
Iella is going to take it easy tonight, only small sips from the Ale, just to get the taste really. After all, a Jedi is always on duty, it is a fact and part of the job of Jedi. Even though she is not dressed in her jedi robes, the only thing that signifies her alliance is her saber and that is hidden under her waist cut jacket. The atmosphere of the bar is pleasant, the light just right and easy on the eyes. The music however, questionable but that can't be help, it is the choice of the author of the place. She looked around the bar and decided to sentient watch as they say. Plenty of couples on dates or so it seemed, the dance floor not packed but comfortable, some in private booths in groups out on the town and the bar area lined with the hardened drinkers. So why was she standing with the hardened drinkers? well that is usually her spot too. With Corellian blood pumping through her veins it would not do to be anywhere else, but the bar.
Her eyes scanned the bar area, and looked upon each and everyone of the hard cases and then ... her eyes fell on Michael. Well what do you know! Someone she knew was here and she is surprised to see him of all people here in this place. Normally such a gentleman a Lord in fact. She watched him for a moment, his body language telling her that he is 'relaxed'. But she did wonder for a moment what might have him in this state. She grabbed her drink and walked around to his position, his back end firmly planted on a stood.
She wondered if he was seeing those Unicorns again, in this state probably... she will enquire.
"Well hello there, have your rounded up those unicorns yet?", she asked.