Is That You, Oblivion?

[Tela Uolmi]

Cloud City​

Bespin​

[member="Ric Ardellian"]​

If you wanted to drink and didn't want to deal with Zeltron pheromones, Cloud City was a good place to do it. If you wanted to gamble, much the same. Tela didn't care much for the latter, but the former was right up her alley, and kark all those sayings about drinking alone - there were other people in the hotel bar, even if she wasn't talking to them, and scowling at those who tried after taking a shine to her petite body, attractive face, and shock of red hair.

So far, she'd only nursed two drinks, barely even trying. Ever since the collapse of the Alliance… no, ever since her falling out with the Rogues, she had been aimless. She tried going home to Kessel, and while spending time with her dad was nice, the time there only served to remind her of why she left - Kessel was a dead end. Moreso, it was easier to keep him safe if she wasn't there, because people were twisted - even more so if they were your blood. Time unwillingly spent with a half-Chiss cyborg half-sister she never knew she had changed Tela, and it was hard to cope with this newer reality.

So she drank alone. Simplest thing in the 'verse, to drown out the pain of solitude and the hurt of not doing what came easiest. It hurt to not fly.

“Kark,” she muttered, and downed the rest of the the second glass of amber liquid in one go, the glass thunking on the bar counter after, with a demand for, “another!”

 

[Ric Ardellian]

The Alliance had folded a long time ago, and Ric’s stent with the Rogues long before that. Trix, as they had called him, had not flown a fighter in quite some time. Work was hard to come by for old fighter pilots unless they were willing to sign on to some rag tag crew and fly for seedier exploits. Fortunately for Ric, he didn’t care where his work came from as long as he wasn’t trafficking people. His only line in the sand was the slave trade. If any potential employer had the slightest whiff of it, he was gone.

Cloud City was one of those places one wound up between jobs. There was always some kind of work that could be found, gambling to try and get some extra credits or less credits, and the booze was pretty decent. They always treated Ric well at Cloud City, a dm he was happy to he spending some extra time relaxing. His luck had been pretty good, so with a few extra credits to spend the former x-wing pilot opted for an extended stay.

He was about two days in when he decided to walk into the bar he’d been passing for the past while. The place was new to Cloud City as far as he could tell, but already had cheap cantina written all over it. It looked exactly like the kind of place one would go to drink their trouble away, and while Ric made it his life goal to not have any trouble, he was always up for a stiff drink. His mind had already been made up when he walked up to the bar and grabbed a bottle whatever whisky they had on special.

Ric turned to his left when he heard a familiar voice and set his eyes on Tela Uolmi.

“Well of all the people and all the places. Where the hell did you disappear to?”

[member="Tela Uolmi"]