Attire: [Business Casual]
Tag: | Jordar Varcskel |
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When business occasionally took place off planet, Lyra more often than not jumped at the opportunity. While Dal'Bor was an alright place to live, getting off of Soceras once in a while was more than okay with her. Yes, she was well paid in her day-to-day job; The Dive was her domain, a place she was in and working far more than she was outside of - and that was okay, she didn't mind it. But the
other business she had her hands in always paid better, no matter what she had banked during the week at The Dive. So once again when it had been asked of her to leave Soceras, to go and meet someone who needed the dish on someone else - or rather, someone else and their company.
Business had went as expected; the man had spent more time hitting on Lyra than he had listening to what she had to say. Luckily, she was good at avoiding conversation and/or steering around lewd commentary. Plus she had prepared for that very scenario and presented holodiscs with information rather than attempting to take the time to explain herself over and over again. The information was passed along, payment had been exchanged, and then the redhead had excused herself before the man could ask if she wanted to make any extra money more than once.
"What a pig." she scoffed, for what wasn't the first time as she made her way as far from the exchange as she could possibly get. She needed a drink, something to take the edge off of the ridiculousness that had just went down - even if she had known it was going to happen. It didn't take her long to find a cantina, and while she studied the name of the place with creased brow for a moment or two, eventually Lyra's shoulders shrugged and she made her way inside. While it was nothing like The Dive back home, the redhead found that fact quite endearing and therefore had no problems with making her way across the floor to the bar.
She knew what she wanted, so long as they had it here. Not having her well known barkeep tended to present a problem from time to time. Whatever the case, Lyra really didn't care
what she got to drink, so long as it was sweet and it was
strong. Once she got that point across, she shifted herself so that she could lean her back against the bar and observe cantina slowly. Old habits, and all that.