Faction (ME) The Choices We Regret

[Aren D'Shade]

After her return to Naboo, her plans there did not go at all like she had envisioned. Instead of a budding romance, it was now in the dirt. Leaving what she had thought was going to a future behind, she returned to Mandalore. A place that was slowly becoming a home to her.

It wasn't as busy as Denon was or as sedate as Naboo. Somewhere in between, and Aren thought she might end up liking the planet. Right now, she needed a drink or ten. Something to distract her from Cassian and focus on other issues. Like, where the next drink was coming from.

Hearing some thumping base coming from one of the wild stages of The Raucous Bounty, she walked in. Luckily, she wasn't the only person without a helmet on, and she was able to squeeze herself onto a spot at the bar.

"Give me Starseeker's Brew."

Setting a credit chit down, anything else would be covered by the single item. Money was never an issue for Aren, and her drink was put in front of her relatively quickly. As she was alone, she lifted it in a silent toast and tossed it back.

"Keep them coming."

She knew better than to try that with Te'har, but there was more to drink than that at this cantina.

 

[Glitch Kinthal]

Having been sitting in the bar he watched the woman come in she set the chit down and ordered her drink. Glitch was already sitting drinking and ran his fingers through his hair with his droid arm. he lowered it down and grabbed his drink and waved the tender over and tapped his glass. "Keep it full and put her drinks on my tab somethings not right and she shouldn't blow it on booze." Watching his drink get filled he walked over her way and sat down near her.

"I've seen that look and made that statement before." His voice was soft but it carried to her ears under the thrum of the music. He didn't know her but he knew the feeling she was having it was one he was all to familiar with. He took his drink and sipped at it and just stared at the bar not directly talking to her he was drowning pain himself as there was a void he was feeling and he usually numbed it with booze He hadn't made a single sale since his last business venture. He had also turned down several high credit sales just to sit and drink and forget.

"If you want to talk i'm here and drink free its on me shouldn't waste your credits on drowning pain" He was one to talk as he continued to star at the bar and then took a huge gulp and tapped his glass again.

 

[Evangel]

Evangel sat at the bar nursing a drink. Her helmet was set in front of her on top of the bar leaving her blonde hair and blue eyes visible. Mandalore was... fine, but she could feel the constant discomfort that seeped into her marrow. Between jobs. Inactivity. She yearned for something to destroy. The alcohol wasn't helping at all.

Worse, some guy had claimed a seat nearby and started in on a woman that'd placed a heavy order. Why did a place to drink need to turn into a therapist office? Was the music not enough of a clue? "Talk with your fists. Tends to get the message across clearly enough." Not that Evangel had any idea whatsoever what Aren D'Shade 's issue was, or who Glitch Kinthal was. Didn't matter either. She'd spoken the truth far as she saw it.

At a glance neither person at the bar was the sort she truly wanted to scrap with, so making an excuse wasn't on the cards. Though, on a double take, the man had the look of Echani about him. So if things got really untolerable maybe she could find herself in a great brawl after all.