buckwild
Shortly after the events of Takeover...
New Vertica, Nar Shaddaa
Morrow
You're grinnin' like a vandal after sippin' on a handle...
New Vertica, Nar Shaddaa
Morrow
You're grinnin' like a vandal after sippin' on a handle...
Cool air was not nearly enough to sober the amount of alcohol Talin had downed at the casino. The transport had spat them out, and she and Morrow had taken to the streets, opting to make the walk back to the ship on foot. Heels slung over her shoulder, she wasn't sure she would feel somethin' pokin' at her if she managed a misstep. A smoke burned in her other hand, and empty chatter filled the silence in between drawls, Talin ramblin' on about everything and nothing both. Tansu, the book, and the race ahead were heavy in verbalized thought. New Vertica was still alive, even at this time of night, and the noise of landspeeders gave background to her droning.
Suddenly, Talin paused, attention drawn by something that broke their rhythm. From the general direction of her gaze rose thumpin' and hollerin' from beneath a neon sign across the street. That place in particular didn't appeal to her, but the offerings within did in idea. Headin' back to the ship suddenly seemed about the worst prospect she could think of. The exocitism of the venue they had departed had taken it's toll, she realized. Home should have been a comfortin' prospect after the fact - but On The Mauve still wasn't exactly home. Walls in which she sought rest, sure, and the promise of Morrow's present - but not the sense of belongin' she yearned for on this alien world.
"I ain't ready to go back." She blurted.
Didn't need the force to expect Morrow's response. Where she thrived in chaos, any attempt to break him from routine on mere desire alone was often met with staunch resistance. One hand reached for his, pullin' him in before he could take another step in refusal. It would take convincin' before he could become too set in finishin' their journey.
"Please." Eyes widened to plead, glossy and reflectin' the night lights back at him. "We're all dressed up, anyways. I know somewhere we could go instead."