Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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A Little Time (Stardust)

The Cantina was practically deserted. A far cry from the early to late evening press of bodies. Salem Norongachi liked times like this. It was the aftermath, where the battle hardened drunks were the only ones remaining. The lonely and the forgetful, with either no one waiting for them or someone they cared so little for to return to.

He sat at the bar, another fly buzzing around the taps, drink after drink. The chasm rarely ever filled, it just grew, so that yesterdays offering wouldn't sate it today. That was fine, he thought with dark humor, it grew in comparison to the guilt, the regret.

"Nother?" The barman asked, he looked bored if truth be told. After the rush hours before, this was a holiday. Salem nodded, sliding his glass across the bartop.

[member="stardust"]
 
stardust walked insode and looked around, lately she'd been in a lot of bars dribking her fill of any alchahoal possoble to her dismay of the past she still couldbt get drunk

she sat at tge bar and looked over to [member="Salem Norongachi"] seeing him she somewhat reconiged him and scooted over"ill have what hes having
 
Anesia came to him, that dark goddess. Doubts. Fears. Always the same. A master of his own mind, a coward of the heart. It had begun as a game. A test of metal, one mind out doing the other. How far would they step toward the abyss? Then before he knew it, the abyss had consumed him. Still the quiet voice, the echo of the son, drew his thoughts to Mao, to the blue hair and the fire. Ghosts of a life that should never have been.

It was at this point he was joined by a Twi'lek. He barely looked up, green eyes fixated upon the whiskey the barman placed before him. He took it in his grasp and brought it close to his body, defensive, a predator with a kill. The first mouthful was dull, after so many his taste buds had packed up and gone home but he felt the barest hint of its warmth cooling the need within. With that done he spoke to his neighbor.

"Escaping the cold?" She didn't look like...his sort.
 
eh a little"she said aa she sensed that he was drunk as she looked him over some trying to remember him but for the damn of her no names came to her as the bar tender placed the whiskey in frint of her, she opemed it and took a big drink"ahhh nice and refreshing
[member="Salem Norongachi"]
 

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