What a Way To Make Friends

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

Ossus
Cantina
[member="Cylus Jest"]

What was a Jedi doing in a cantina? Well, the same question could be asked from anybody. Why did people use these places if they had a lot of other things to do? Why did they choose this place to hang out? Jedi were no different from other -- they wanted to enjoy their free time, too. It was valuable to them, considering how much of work they had to do.

Especially tiring was the life of a Padawan.

And that's why the boy, Oscar, was drinking (not alcohol) in a cantina on Ossus. He couldn't leave the planet, nor could he actually leave the Temple for too long, but he had decided that he has to take a break. New to that way of living, he couldn't just spend every day indoors, studying, learning Force powers... He wanted to have adventures.

And spend some time. Spend some time making friends who weren't from the Order.

Or if not, make enemies. Which was a lot more likely to happen, considering what a person Oscar was.

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus stared at the cantina for a few moments before strolling in. For the first time in a long while he was not wearing his signature plague mask. Instead he looked around with his dark green eyes, his hair combed. One could never be too careful on Ossus.

The cloak he commonly wore was still clad to his body, as well as the rest of his usual gear. He needed to find something to drink though and this was the closest place he could find.

He slid into a seat, glancing around til his eyes rested on a youth. He scooted over a couple of seats and came to rest on the Youth's left.
"Good greetings, what brings a fellow like yourself to a place such as this?"

Cylus was about the man's age in actuality, but the residual coldness he gave off tended to refute that point.
[member="Oscar Grant Paxon"]