Nothing But Time

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Coruscant

Happy. That was how the Echani felt. Happy. She swirled her drink with a smile. For once, she had stayed away from gambling. She didn't need the rush she got from the luck of the draw to fill the hole right now. She had something better. She had hope. Hope, and something she didn't yet have a name for. For right now, she was calling it 'Calico'. A temporary name, of course, until she could talk to someone wiser than her to explain it and name the feeling for her.

He wasn't around right now. Off to do some war stuff. She didn't expect to see him again for a while, but after that night... Maybe?
Well, she had hope. That was enough. It was more than she had for a long time.

Zandra stretched and yawned just as the next band was announced. Some local group, just starting out. Every so often this cantina had an open mic night, and every so often, Zandra would come in to see a show. This band she had seen several times, but they never seemed to get it together. Something was always missing. She was so musician, but even Zandra could tell when a sound wasn't right. Still, she enjoyed them, even if they weren't the best group. They had personality, a unique sound. And they were trying. Zandra could appreciate that.

Despite the rotten state the planet was in, places like this, where creative minds could gather and mingle, flourished. Artists, musicians, poets, writers... There were all types here. Nothing could crush this spirit. Nothing at all. It was why Zandra stayed. She had her ship. She could go anywhere, but why would she? She had already found paradise.

 

[Timpedia]

Oh Timpedia loved it when catina's had music.

He walked in, the tune was catchy and his throat was dry. He saw what he thought to be a rather divine lady by him. He awaited the bartender to approach him as he sucked in the music. It was a soft harmony and a gorgeous tambre. Between the music and the sight of [member="Zandra Fenni"] (Even though she seemed a tad old) Timpedia didn't notice the bartender... until his 4th bit of dialogue.

"Sir, are you going to order a drink or LEAVE?"

"Oh, yes. 3 shots of gin, might as well compact my order."

He deferred a dorky laugh to the room, he loved being efficient.

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra grinned up at the the musicians, giving the synthesizer player a thumbs up. He was her favorite. Long white head tails, painted with bright green patterns, and piercings all along his jaw line. He smiled back at her, clearly recognizing her from their other shows. although they had never actually spoken yet. Zandra was a familiar face in a crowd of strangers, and no matter where you went, that was always welcome.

[member="Timpedia"]

 

[Timpedia]

"Did you ever play the keys?"

Before she could respond Timpedia had a smile engineered by nostalgia and said,

"I used to... haa... versitle instrument."


[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra was interrupted by a... she didn't even know. She took a sip of her drink to avoid talking for a moment before she could think of how to even respond. It wasn't like she could go ahead and answer his first question now, as he'd already went right past her answer in the conversation.

"Uh huh. That's nice."

Stupid response.

[member="Timpedia"]

 

[Timpedia]

(Sorry for being gone, we can continue this if we'd like)

Timpedia knew her interest in his life story was minimal, but any amount interest can be the platform of interaction... maybe even envy. He took a sip of his Gin, it went down rough. After smacking his lips a few times, he continued to ramble:

"Ever fence before?" He said, still staring at the band.