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Drinking Your Cares Away

Spinning the glass in her hand Cynna sighed before taking a sip of the hard ale. Cynna wasn't a drinker normally but after the type of day that she had she needed something. Her job was something that she both loved and hated and on this particular day it was something that she hated. She hated when there was nothing she could do for someone but make them comfortable or despite her best efforts they still died. Even though the woman had been doing this for years now every time someone died on her watch she took it to heart. She was better than this, losing two good people like this was unacceptable.

Finishing the glass she placed it on the table and motioned over the bartender for another glass. Doctor Lore really wanted the whole bottle but that would be overdoing it for now at least. The night was still too young for that right now but by the end of the night she was sure that she would have one. Tonight was a night for drinking all of her cares away.
 
It was not excessively often that the elderly Bothan found himself within such establishments as the bar. The sad, simple fact was that his evenings concluded too early to enjoy the so-called "night life". However, having endured the events on Nar Chunna with a smile on his face, Verask thought it time to indulge in a drink. Sure, facing down the definition of death was quite the rattler of nerves; but the prospect of dying there caused a rampant wave of thoughts to enter his mind. The grey Bothan, for the first time in months, began to evaluate his life once more. There was much that he would have liked to accomplish, such as marriage and children, but he had all but squandered that opportunity. Acknowledging these wasted opportunities resulted in a desire to...drink. And so, forsaking the hour, the aging Bothan made his way into the establishment and promptly found a seat at the bar. "I'll take a glass of your finest Corellian Whiskey." he said, before turning away in order to let the bartender do his job.

[member="Cynnamon Crane"]
 
As she picked up her second glass she turned for a brief moment to the newcomer whom had sat down next to her. Cynna didn't mind company, on a normal day she was a very bubbly outgoing woman whom talked to everyone. When she did go out to the bar she normally kept to herself and just listen to the tales of others. Even though she wasn't in the business of giving advice sometimes she would try to help her fellow bar buddies. Cynna couldn't help herself but try to help anyone she saw. It was kind of in her blood to help anyone whom needed it and asked.

It was early for her to already be joined by a fellow patron or perhaps not. He could be having a crap day just like she was and just needed a drink and to get away. Cynna could totally understand that one as lately she had been trying to do just that. "Hello," she nodded taking a sip of her ale. "You should try the Pink Lizard Thunderbolt. I know it sounds weird but it's really good." Grinning she taking a sip of her drink.


[member="Varesk Fey'lya"]
 

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