While gambling and carousing was highly frowned upon within the realm of the First Order, Phu one was one of the only planets where an unsanctioned trip with drinking and frolicing could go unnoticed. Varas Ren entered the brightly neon-lit establishment called The Pink Bardotta in her usual black leather pants, tee and sweatshirt. There was no need to dress up when she was only there to drink and gather intel. And maybe gambling just a little bit on the pod-racing.
Her father would not like that she was here, but Varas had learned how to evade him so that she could sneak out at night, take a ship and go to whatever destination she wanted to.
And tonight that was Phu.
“500 credits on Hal Jorel,” the Ren Knight said, plopping down credits on one of the podracers who was racing that night. “And I’ll have a Riosan mead.”
The filling beverage would likely cause stomach problems later, but she had a taste for it. And tonight, free of her father’s yoke and her responsibilities as a Ren, Varas was okay with a bitter smack. As long as it got her karked up, everything would be alright.