Natural Twenty (Nima)

[Fabula Caromed]

Ah, there it was. A drink with a romantic name and a far less noble purpose. Zyche nabbed it readily and leaned back in her booth, angling her wings so it wasn't uncomfortable to lay on them. "Sugartails, I work in freight. I just got out of my ship for more than fifteen minutes for the first time in something like...a month?" She shrugged and nursed a bit of her drink. "It gets lonely out there, and most locals tend to run before they ask questions. I take company where I can get it."

After a long, slurping assault on the vile concoction of alcohol and fruit juice in her hands, she shook her head sharply and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "Mmph...strong stuff." The Vanr girl raised one eyebrow and leaned over the booth. "What about you? Not a lot of people look at a monstrous-lookin' thing with horns and claws and say 'hey, I want to take that out and get drunk with it.' Pretty sure you had a motivating factor you're not sharing."

No, definitely not an interrogation to make sure that she wouldn't wake up with a stitched torso and missing a few internal organs. Whyever would Zyche be cautious about that sort of thing from someone who just had the good taste to point out how utterly ridiculous it was for her to be in this situation.
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[Nima Ven]

Nima frowned a little. She knew all about loneliness, that was for sure. In fact, she was very grateful for the company right now. It was a welcome surprise. "I know all about how that can feel. I'm very pleased you decided to join me." Nima looked down at her drink. She hadn't ever tried anything that looked this colourful. She had tried some wine once, but this tasted very different. The sweetness of the fruit and the sour alcohol blended together to make an almost heavenly mix. Nima finished her drink in a few sips.

Nima had to admit she was slightly jealous of her hair. She lifted her finger tips, stroking over her lekku for a moment. The question took her by surprise and she had to pause for a moment to consider her answer. "I don't see why not. Who am I to judge you for the way you look?" Nima turned to offer her a short grin, before pushing her now empty glass away from her.

@[member="Zyche Prynn"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

With a low chuckle, Zyche shook her head and cradled her forehead in her hands. "Sweetheart, you are on the wrong planet for that kind of optimism. Maybe even the wrong galaxy." Her smile was just a little bit humorless, but that was probably pretty hard to tell considering it had the same amount of fangs in it as every other smile she'd given. Holding up her drink in some sort of one-sided toast, she looked her new companion in the eye and cocked her head to one side like a bemused dog. "To innocence. Force knows it's way too friggin' rare in this hellhole."

And there went the rest of her booze. Nima seemed to be handling hers much better than Zyche was. Then again, she probably didn't have hollow bones and a spacer's constitution. The ginger woman placed her drink mouth-down on the table between them and leaned back again. "So. What's that I heard about an I'll Sea-Vert earlier?" She maaay not have been paying perfect attention while she was haggling with a four-armed junker who was probably going to try to hawk her datapad even though she'd warned him about the fake bomb she'd put in it. "Didn't think there were a lot of seas on Ryloth."

Yeah, Zyche. That's right. Keep digging that hole. Maybe in the morning you can pass yourself off as having just babbled it while drunk.
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[Nima Ven]

Nima crumpled her face up a little. Innocent. She wasn't sure if she liked that word. She certainly didn't feel innocent, not with her past at least. "A little optimism never hurt anyone." Nima glanced back down to her empty glass, frowning at the lack of alcohol in it. She glanced up to Zyche, holding out a finger as she slid from her place. She was determined to keep the drinks coming, perhaps that would stop her from having such a sharp tongue. Though she had to admit she did like her quick whit.

Nima brought two fresh drinks over to the table, sliding one toward her companion. She lifted it to her lips, taking a short sip and licking them clean. "I think you mean Isley Verd." She couldn't help but smile at that. Though it did upset her somewhat that she hadn't been fully listening. Nima couldn't blame her however. "He saved me and is now taking me under his wing."

@[member="Zyche Prynn"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Zyche didn't bother to hide her leer when Nima got up. Her eyes were thoroughly glued to a cunning display of Twi'lek bum, and that served as a lovely distraction while her new buddy was getting them more booze to loosen up her inhibitions even more. Of course, considering she was already at the point of shamelessness, it was a wonder how any amount of alcohol could "lower her inhibitions" any more.

She came back with drinks and talking correcting Zyche's fumble. Rather than actually acknowledge that she'd screwed up, the Vanr grinned and leaned over the table, a predatory little smirk that showed off her fangs. "Ooh, a man. Good for you, being on the rebound!" She snatched her glass of liquid fire and leaned back, giving it a quick nurse for just a second. Then the hunt was back on. "So tell me about him. You're obviously quite taken."

One would think that the girl she had been chatting up for a while talking about her boyfriend would be a discouragement to Zyche, but she simply took it in stride. What precious little shame she had had been obliterated one and a half Velusian Sunrises ago.
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[Nima Ven]

Nima shook her head as she sipped on her drink. Zyche was already enjoying her drinks and a thin smile played over Nima's lips. The alcohol was starting to affect her as well, though not as much as she had first expected. Nima lent forward onto her elbows, resting her head on her hands. "Isley isn't my lover. He's my Master." Though in recent light her mind set toward him had changed, he was first and foremost there to teach her. She drew slow circle's around the rim of her glass as her gaze turned to her company.

"What about you?" Nima paused to take another large sip of her drink. The almost empty glass felt light in her grasp and a familiar tingle began to spread through her finger tips. "Do you have a lover, I mean." She set the glass back down on the table and straightened up.

@[member="Zyche Prynn"]