Coronet City, Corellia - In some dive cantina or another ...
How long had he been here? Half an hour? Forty-five minutes? And how much had he had to drink? I could probably go one more. Dash looked down at his pint glass. It was a quarter full, so he drained it and signaled to the bartender that he wanted another. The bartender was named Gerry, he was a good dude. In general, most people were good people, as long as you treated them with respect. Gerry got that. He had started off engaging Dash with sport-talk, which Dash was only to willing to engage him in despite his lack of knowledge in that field. After that, they'd gone through the topics of politics, religion, and then women ... they'd actually stayed on the topic of women for a bit longer than that. But yeah, all that in thirty minutes. Or forty-five. Or whatever. It was a slow day at the bar, and Dash hadn't checked the wall clock for a while. Who cared what time it was.
This cantina was relatively local to Dash now, at least since he had moved back in with his folks. They needed him there. Tough times all around at the Ardellian household. Further than the basics, it didn't bare much thinking about. Everyone had problems. Dash was still happy, right? Right? Yeah, he was happy. More beer came, and the young Corellian grinned.
"Obliged." Gerry went back to wiping benches, smiling in spite of himself. Dash's good moods were infectious.
"You're a quick drinker, young fella." The older man shook his head bemusedly.
"Yeah ... I've had a lot of practice opening my throat." Dash joked, and Gerry chuckled at the crude humour.
"Same thing. Was CorSec, once ... the crap went all the way down the chain of command and I was eatin' all of it, believe me." Both men chuckled at that. Gerry looked up suddenly, nodding towards the door. "Your friend?"
"Hmm?" Dash looked up and immediately smiled brightly. There was Lenna. The pretty brunette was a friend of his from his soldiering days who had got in touch with him recently. He remembered her well, especially from the Academy days. He'd made a habit of sleeping around with the female cadets in the spontaneity of his younger days, but she'd been the one he had always been fixated on. She, however, was way too smart and had way too much self-respect to let herself be fooled by his charms, and instead had proved herself to be a good friend and able banterer of the highest quality. Dash respected her a lot more for that, which had only made him re-double his efforts. It was a vicious cycle. Dash grinned again at that thought. "Yeah, that's her!"
"She's a looker, son." Dash's smile was instantaneous.
"Love of my life, Ger. Love of my life." Gerry shook his head once more and went back to wiping benches. The youngster was irrepressible, he'd give him that. As for Dash, he rose from his stool, pint in hand, and ambled across the room towards Lenna. He wore a gold-ish leather jacket, spacer pants and at the moment he was sporting a decent enough moustache, which was a pretty dodgy look but Dash didn't care. The thing to note about Dash, however, was his bright, genuine smile. It reached his eyes, which matched his teeth for luminosity ... Lenna was someone he was genuinely happy to see.
"Lenna!" Smoothly placing his beer on a nearby table he swept her up in a big bear hug before planting a kiss on her right cheek, still grinning. He hoped she would be embarrassed. "A picture of style, as always." He noted her brown pants and combat boots with a raised eyebrow. "We have so much to catch up on! C'mon, let's snag a booth before Gerry over there gets any ideas."