Location: Cantina
Equipment: Little black dress
After all the mop-up, all the AARs, the piles of paperwork, everything filled out in triplicate, there was finally room for a little R&R after Yverna. She was pretty sure the Silvers were trying to kill her with paperwork. Or maybe they were just mad at her for bringing her own fighter and not something they'd issued to her. If they had, she would have bought it, and it would still be hers.
Meeting some of the other pilots at the engagement afterward was a good way to blow off steam. She had people to meet. A quick shower and dry left her refreshed from being in her pilot bag all day. Meant to seal against the rigors of g-forces and also hard vacuum, they didn't exactly breathe well. Getting the grime and sweat off was a luxury in and of itself. She wished there was space for a tub where she could take a long hot soak. Space was a premium aboard any station or vessel that was meant for work. So it was that she had to make due.
Her temporary quarters were quiet as she dug through her things. Mostly she traveled light. She could buy whatever she needed wherever she went and it wouldn't even make the needle twitch on her accounts, most of the time. There were a few things she had no intention of leaving behind, including her favorite rebellious
little black dress. Who knows? She might catch someone's attention while out and about. At the least, it would be entertaining. But in truth, she just wanted to look and feel amazing and primarily for herself. She'd put in the work, now it was time to play, at least a little.
So it was she finished getting dressed, gave her hair a once over, letting it fall in long dark chocolate waves that came to her mid-back. A touch of cosmetics to darken her eyes some and bring out her lips.A couple diamond earrings, a couple bracelets at her wrist that seemed to be silver or platinum, but nothing around her neck. Bad juju that, at least for now. If a bar fight broke out, she didn't want something around her neck, much less busted jewelry. And last a small clutch, for a few things she needed. Identification, credits, a bladed dummy card, comlink.
With that, she'd left her temporary quarters and made her way to the hangar. Aware that she turned heads as she walked she could only smile. A few catcalls followed her which she shook her head at. A snippet of conversation drifted to her on her way to the shuttle though.
"
Oh man, isn't that the G.A. Lieutenant leading that half squadron of X-wings?"
"
I think so. Talk about bags to riches. Man if I..."
She was almost out of earshot by then but turned around and blew the two tech crew a kiss with a grin. But if looks and actions told any kind of story it looked like the two began arguing over which one she'd meant that for.
The shuttle trip down to the surface was uneventful and Kayla had drifted off into a nap in that short time, just a light one. Exiting, she made her way to the aforementioned cantina, Slipping inside she smiled at another spacer who was on his way out and reeking of enough alcohol to degrease an engine and as sloppy as Jodie.
Making her way inside she felt naked without her jacket. That was part of who she was as a fighter jock, but it just didn't go with the dress. Scanning about with the good ol' Mark-1 Eyeballs she spotted a few clusters of folks. An older guy who looked military, but rough around the edges. a little cocky and a chip on his shoulder.
Well, that's a flyboy if I ever saw one. He was talking to a sand... person(?) of some kind and young female near-human who looked almost too young to be in here in the first place. Making her way over to the bar she wasted no time appropriating a seat to Aveline's right. Signaling the barkeep she gave them a small smile. "
Ya got a Lomin ale or anything close to it," she asked. The last thing she wanted was to get plastered too early.
"
You know it," they replied and went to fill her up a glass, before sliding it over.
"
Thanks, chief," she replied. Taking an experimental sip of the frothy amber liquid she took a moment to see if she liked this particular brew or not. It was sweet, but not terribly so, and had just enough alcohol in to loosen things up some. She decided almost immediately she liked it.
"
So what brings you in," the tender asked.
"
Oh, I'm looking for some chucklehead flyboys and girls from the fleet. A-wing pilots mostly."
"
Come to thank somebody for their service?"
"
Naw, I was up there too. Lead X-wing jockey."
"
Ohhh," the bartender replied knowingly. "
Aren't you a little young to be a squadron leader?"
"
It was just my flight, not the entire squadron. I'm only a lieutenant."
"
Oh, I see," they replied dryly.
"
Anyway, was supposed to meet for drinks," she said, glancing down the bar to the other three unknown sentients but at least one she was certain was a pilot. Maybe all three of them were.
