Sira Veyne
Member
Sira's smile didn't fade as she reached for the half-burned deathstick resting in the shallow dish beside her. She lifted it with the same elegance she brought to a sidearm—smooth, practiced, purposeful. One slow drag, letting the spice-laced vapor fill her lungs.
The tension didn't vanish, exactly but it softened. Shoulders eased back. The sharpness behind her eyes dulled, like light behind tinted glass.
"Good answer." she murmured, not to the Rodian, but to Seth, her eyes still on the Rodian all the same. She exhaled through her nose, smoke curling in lazy ribbons between them.
"Six-fifty's fair if it burns clean and doesn't come with a tail." she said, voice a little rougher now, mellowed by the burn.
"I like a good story but I don't like it when it comes along my buisness."
She leaned back deeper into the booth, posture looser, almost relaxed. One hand lazily flicked away an ember.
"Same night, huh-how about straight away?"
Seth Denko
The tension didn't vanish, exactly but it softened. Shoulders eased back. The sharpness behind her eyes dulled, like light behind tinted glass.
"Good answer." she murmured, not to the Rodian, but to Seth, her eyes still on the Rodian all the same. She exhaled through her nose, smoke curling in lazy ribbons between them.
"Six-fifty's fair if it burns clean and doesn't come with a tail." she said, voice a little rougher now, mellowed by the burn.
"I like a good story but I don't like it when it comes along my buisness."
She leaned back deeper into the booth, posture looser, almost relaxed. One hand lazily flicked away an ember.
"Same night, huh-how about straight away?"
Seth Denko