Drunk on Deneba

[Senari Gravis]

The midday sun of Deneba was far too bright. The wind whipping across the orange-tinged ground was also extremely unpleasant against the skin, and all the Jedi currently at the enclave there had extremely grating voices and were entirely too loud. Or, at least, that was how Senari Gravis currently felt, given his hangover from the night before. A hangover that was rapidly disappearing thanks to the flask of Corellian whiskey he had and was currently sipping from, although that didn't necessarily make anything better. "Damned insomnia." Adding insult to injury, he wished that the hood of his robe would do a better job of keeping the sun out of his eyes.

Grumbling and stumbling - sometimes interspersed with a yawn - through the back ways and lesser-known corridors of the Deneba enclave, Senari had managed to eventually find his way outside of the temple grounds, and was instead in some sort of garden space surrounding the enclave, where various Jedi liked to come and meditate. Thankfully, most of those meditating preferred to be left alone, and would also leave others alone, leaving Senari to go find a bench to sit on and hope to be left alone. "Damned sun." Even in the meager shade provided by the tall plants, he still had to deal with the bright midday sun, and his hood was most definitely not large enough to block it out completely.

After taking another draw from his flask, he promptly lost all physical and mental fortitude necessary to remain upright upon his bench, and flopped over on his side. After a moment of lying there he curled up a bit, taking up most of the space on the bench.

"At least I'm alone."

[member="Rosario Perlyn"]

 

[Rosario Perlyn]

Lush was not a word one could with any justification use to describe the garden of the Deneba enclave. The climate in the mountainous desert sustained little more than cacti, sturdy bushes, and low-growing grass, augmented by a few much taller trees with rather meagre crowns. Still, there was something to the garden. By the standards of this planet, it was full of condensed life, not in cramped chaos, but arranged in a pleasing order interspersed with stone.

Rosario stepped outside and presented her face to the warm sun while the wind tugged on her hair. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, but then walked further into the garden. On a thorny cactus, she spotted a pink fruit, and approached. She regarded it for a while and then looked around her, trying to decide whether she was probably allowed to take it, and if not, whether anyone might see her doing so. In a brief moment of nervousness, she quickly picked the prickly pear off the plant and rubbed it clean in her tunic. She relaxed again as her attention was absorbed by the sour-sweet taste of the unfamiliar fruit.

As strolled further into the garden, having consumed the fruit and enjoying the calm atmosphere, she happened upon a man lying on a bench. Something immediately struck her about him, and it was not only his unusual position. For a moment, she looked at him motionlessly. He was far from the tranquil state of harmony with their surroundings that the Jedi aspired to; he was in pain.

Rosario kneeled by his side, put her hand on his shoulder, and shook him gently. "Hey. Are you alright?" She sniffed, surprised, as she caught a whiff of the very familiar smell of alcohol.

[member="Senari Gravis"]​

 

[Senari Gravis]

Please don't notice me please don't notice me pleasedon'tnoticemepleasedon--

Senari, entirely straight-faced and not revealing any of his internal monologue, looked up slightly as Rosario started talking. He squinted somewhat - the sun was still in his eyes - before responding. "If you could step about a foot to your left, I'd be more alright." As his eyes managed to adjust to the light and Rosario's features came into focus, Senari started to more consciously control his breathing. As well, he wasn't always the best at telling the ages of people, but in his mind, the being before him seemed rather young.

"Shouldn't you be off training or meditating, or something? Practice makes perfect, and all that stuff." He turned over slowly - hoping to avoid exacerbating his hangover headache - although after a few moments it became obvious that the girl likely wasn't going to leave. So, since it seemed obvious he would be expected to converse, he fell back on his old standby of sarcasm. "I wasn't aware I had fans now."

[member="Rosario Perlyn"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

This place was cold, despite traveling a lot Tin'tinag still preferred the warm climate of her home world, or at least someplace ambient. Though the world on which the enclave was based on had a reasonable hot climate, high up in the mountains things where still cool, more so that the Twi'lek liked. Upon exciting her room a slightly chilly wind picked up, making her shiver slightly, "Make a note to get some sort of personal heater, or maybe I should just sleep in the ship, that thing never does any wrong".

Looking up the slightly blinding light of the sun beamed into her eyes, causing the Twi'lek to squint, "Might as well try to get some sun, before it gets cold again". Wrapping her dark robes her feet worked faster then usual as she walked down the hallways towards the enclave gardens, thankfully said gardened was not to heavily damaged or overgrown since their arrival and was quickly whipped back into shape, making a nice place to relax and escape training for the day.

Upon walking into the garden she was not surprised by to find several other people lounging around, well one lounging around, while the other was standing over him. It looked like something out of a typical love story where the guy was leaning against the tree and the woman came over, blocking the sun light and the two talking, 'ah, what am I saying, that stuff never happen'. Walking closer to the duo she was able to just hear the mans sarcastic remark, while noticing the bottle of drink in hand earning a slightly chuckle from her.

"You know what they say, a drunk clown is the funniest, because all the jokes they mark a natural unexpected, the for point of humor".

[member="Senari Gravis"] l [member="Rosario Perlyn"]

 

[Rosario Perlyn]

Rosario was taken aback by the hostility of the response that hit her like a physical slap. She withdrew her hand and looked at the man in hurt confusion for several seconds. This was not a reaction she was used to encountering, especially from humans.

"Well... No, I think you're not alright", she eventually stated, having regained some of her confidence, but still sounding a bit flustered. She looked him over and discovered the flask by his side. She took it, opened it, and sniffed before curiosity compelled her to take a sip of it. "What is this?!" she exclaimed, aghast. "It tastes like... liquid smoke."

She shook her head, still holding the flask. "You should be in your bed sleeping this off."

She heard a voice behind her making a comment she did not understand and turned her head. "What?" she asked with a confused look.

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