Private Friendship and Drink

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Coruscant - Lower Levels Cantina
Appearance: Outfit
Tag: Tiric Sar'andor

Kat had been travelling around, it had been a couple months since her binge vacation on Zeltron. News of the growing war with the Brotherhood of the Maw, with a large climatic battle on Tython had been going on during her vacation. She was disappointed in herself for missing out the chance to help her friends and allies in the Jedi and the Galactic Alliance against the Sith, however, she was worried that if she did join the war then she wouldn't be of much use since she was trying to avoid combat with others as much as possible. Ruffling her straight white hair and sighed, there was a lot of lingering thoughts and regrets to her actions but she was still unsure where she should be really in life. The Force and the galaxy was not helping in providing answers or direction to her. Instead they both remained frustratingly silent.

Her sunglasses hid her eyes as she looked around the cantina, checking out the surroundings and smirked to herself. People around these parts of the depths of Coruscant weren't too bad, rough around the edges and thought they were tougher than they actually were. However, few waves of her hands and swift kicks and surprisingly no one wanted to cross her. Her eyes were scanning around to see if there was a potential woman around these parts that could be helpful in keeping her bed warm. Or at least someone to help her enjoy the night more since it seemed to be a lot quieter or lamer than she had initially wanted it to be.

Sipping her large Corellian whisky, Kat wondered who she might meet tonight on this busy world.

 

[Tiric Sar'andor]

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Friendship and Drink

Location: Lower Levels, Coruscant, Core Worlds
Objective: Relax
Equipment: Credits
Tags:
Kat Decoria

Tiric never really knew how to spend his downtime properly. He had never truly gotten used to the amount of endless waiting that came with the occupation. So the Intelligence Officer often attempted, but rarely succeeded to find creative and useful ways of spending the time that he had that wasn't taken up by training. At least, the war had assisted in curing the sleepless nights permeated by hours of staring at the ceiling, by removing the "sleep" aspect altogether.

Even despite the fact that he had spent a significant portion of his childhood and adolescence on the cosmopolitan melting pot that was Coruscant, he had always been in awe of just how large it was. Some nights he'd just look down from his vantage point at his bedroom window in an apartment somewhere in one of the likely thousands of cookie-cutter skyscrapers on Coruscant and admire the impossibly deep wells that people descended down to reach the lower levels.

Ambling past a Rodian couple, draped in an itchy brown cloak, Tiric turned a sharp corner and peered up at the increasingly higher levels, so high that the sky was simply a construct of different checkpoints, ships and oddly positioned metallic appendages. A static-grey sky. He almost bumped into a pair of Underworld Police, edging past them as he crossed the street - no aim, no ambition, no final destination, just walking.. No real fear of getting lost. Despite the fact that had never been here before, he felt at home. Perhaps this was how Cotan felt when he meditated. It was almost as if he had grown up here his whole life. In reality, he had grown up a couple of levels higher but it was all the same right?

Moving onto a plaza of sorts, hands seemingly glued to his pockets, his eyes were immediately assaulted with a barrage of neon lights advertising all manner of nonsense, but one particularly caught his eye. LEATHERBACK CANTINA - WE SELL BLUE MILK. For some strange reason the crudely positioned neon-lettering, some of which had probably long since fallen off or been stolen, allured him. It reeled Tiric in, and he found himself almost compelled to enter the establishment. If he thought that especially in the midst a cataclysmic war that had ravaged the planet itself in its early stages, people would be in a more sombre mood, he was sorely mistaken.

He wasn't too surprised of course, this was the Coruscanti, they wouldn't give drunken ramblings and barfights for anything. He knew that - because he was one of them. Removing his hood, he scanned the almost packed bar for a place to sit, mentally eliminating options by how rowdy the occupants of the tables were, or how likely they were to shoot him just because they felt like it. Tiric's eyes finally settled on a seat nestled near the corner, out of the way of some of the more.. troublesome elements.

Sitting at the table, he spotted a woman with snow-white hair and shades enjoying a large whiskey. Tiric mentally shrugged and made his way over. Approaching, he nodded to her, and set himself down opposite her. "Not a bar person I assume?"

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Coruscant - Lower Levels Cantina
Appearance: Outfit
Tag: Tiric Sar'andor

As she minded her own business, a guy approached her, it wasn't anything surprising or new. Unless you have gay in big neon letters above your head then of course guys were going to approach you. Hell even then some guys would try approaching you. Kat never let it bother her but she was hopeful that this guy would respect her preferences and who she was. Dealing with guys attempting to force themselves on her was not something she was wanting to deal with tonight. Looking up with her shades on, she smiled politely to the guy.

"Love a bar, plenty of people watching that I can do. Plenty of attractive girls can be found in them..." Looking around the bar, she coughed and chuckled, "well, maybe that works for some bars. Not tonight it seems." She hoped that statement would be enough to save her from being hit on but you could never tell. Sipping her drink, she studied the guy, seemed definitely sleep deprived, restless kind who could not and would not enjoy down time or times of peace. It was worrisome to Kat there were people that seemed to thrive more off the war and constant need to be alert for battle and could not accept or want time to cool off or calm down.

She feared that there was too much risk they would crack or just go insane because of the pain, suffering and damage they might see or cause. However, she had to accept that some people are different to others. "So, what are you drinking tonight then?" Wondering if the guy was going to stick around and just keep things friendly and chill between them.