Jedi Sorcerer
"I thought the drinks here were supposed to be expensive?"
“They are!” Starlin replied. “They absolutely are! It’s a fething ripoff!”
His foggy brain was just now beginning to realize he may have been insulted. Starlin could handle most forms of mockery, but as a poverty-stricken boy who was just now making money as a young man, he still had a chip on his shoulder when it came to finances.
“It’s fine, though. I probably make more money than you, I can handle it.” He grinned down at Ishani, who looked back up at him with a strained expression.
Starlin’s goofy smile faltered, replaced by something sadder. He had gotten drunk in the first place because Isolda, like every other girl he’d ever had a thing for, wasn’t receptive to his advances. Back at the bar she just kept talking about the Crusade and the Ashla and how he needed one or both or something… and now here he was with Ishani, who was honestly a lot prettier than he remembered, although that might've just been the club lighting and/or the beer goggles he had on, and she was… was he trying to steal her from greenstick here? He couldn’t remember why he had approached them...
“Um, we were about to go sit down,” Ishani mumbled.
“What?” Starlin asked, unable to hear her over the music.
“WE WERE ABOUT TO SIT DOWN!”
“OK!” Starlin shouted back. “I FOLLOW YOU!”
“No please don’t…”
“WHAT?”
Unable to take it anymore, Ishani turned and quite literally fled up the stairs to the second floor seating area. Starlin started to follow her, only to lose his footing and fall back down the steps. A server and a few bystanders came forward to make sure he was okay, then dragged the intoxicated young Jedi Knight out of the way of the other patrons.
