Changes on the Horizon

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia didn't stand out amongst the other patrons at the cantina. They were all too busy chatting it up with a friend or colleague to notice her. It was the way she liked it now a days alone and unbothered. It made things much less complicated in the long run she found. A less that she found out the hard way as it hadn't been that long ago she was one of them. Sophia had been one of those bright bubbly cheerful girls until everything changed and she grew up. Now here she was finishing up her first bottle of beer alone back where it all started.

Sighing she turned the bottle in her hand as her head turned slightly to the left glancing to the giggling couple in the corner. The boy, as far as she could tell, was a Republic officer of some sort. It wasn't a Navy uniform from what she could see from here unless they had changed that much. This was doubtful because in all her years they never had and she doubted they ever would. The girl was dressed as a civilian which didn't surprise her. That's normally how it worked and fitting into the cookie cut mold was important she found. Brushing a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, Sophia let out another soft sigh turning her attention once again turned to the bottle.

Finishing it off she signaled to the bartender to get her another. Sophia wasn't familiar with the alien managing the bar but that didn't surprise her after all it had been years since she had been here. Well, not this planet exactly but in Republic Space. The Sith had long since taken over Coruscant and their presence was ever growing. She hadn't been doing much to assist those that were trying to fed them off. That was just an excuse, wasn't it? Everyone had their problems and instead of facing them Sophia chose the bottle.

Over the years, the bottle had been good to Sophia. It had been there to help dull the pain and suppress the nightmares. It wasn't like others whom skipped town, cheated on her, or forgot about her. No, the bottle was always there when she needed it. A light smile appeared on her face as the second bottle appeared in front of her. Thanking the bartender so grabbed a hold of it and took a swig. Sometimes though she wished there was someone to talk to.

[member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray walked into the cantina wearing his casual clothes. He was in a gray collared, button up shirt with a dark blue vest over it and gray slacks the same shade as his shirt. He had on leather boots and his blaster pistol was strapped to his right leg. He was here for a nice drink. After having been extremely busy dealing with slavers all day, he needed a drink. Freeing slaves and killing slavers was never fun, especially when your boss had a blood lust for those kinds of people. He liked working for Justice Shipping, but they certainly knew how to wear him out. He just hoped a good drink would do something to help him feel better.

Gray walked over to the counter and ordered a glass of whiskey. He looked around the place for a bit while he waited for his drink. Everyone seemed to be paired up with someone else and having a great time chatting. Drinking alone was not the funnest thing to do, but those people didn't need to worry about it. His drink showed up and he nodded to the barkeep. As he took a drink from it, he noticed someone who was sitting by themselves. It was a woman, an attractive woman at that, and she looked like she needed someone to talk to. It wasn't so much the way she sat there, because she was trying to avoid getting attention drawn to herself but more of the look of loneliness in her eyes. He knew that look, because he had it himself. He had only recently found some people he could call friends, and he didn't realize how much the loneliness had bothered him.

Gray grabbed his glass and walked over to the woman. He smiled at her and said as he came up to her, " Hello there. What is such a beautiful woman such as yourself doing sitting here alone? Does these guys know it is their job to let you know just how attractive you are?" He winked at her before he took a drink from his glass. He hoped to cheer her up a bit and do something about that look of loneliness in her eyes even if only for a bit.

[member="Sophia Walsh"]

OOC: Sorry for the slow response.