Amea Virou
Snowbound
[member="Yula Perl"] // [member="Kat Decoria"] // [member="Acaadi"]
It was a potent drink, named after two renowned Jedi that were potent in their own right. The worries of the world — which was to say, the literal worry that she was on this exact world — began to settle down as more and more of the drink’s effect was felt. Not gone, not entirely present either, the perfect time to start maintaining altitude rather than to continue the climb. Amea wrapped her hand around her glass and leaned just a little bit more onto the nearest surface. So maybe, just maybe, this one Jedi was a cool person. It wasn’t that the Jedi naturally weren’t? Jedi just hadn’t been on the top of her ‘good experiences’ list for a while now. Personal reasons.
There was nothing saying that couldn’t change though. At least not while un-sober.
Wait, un-sober. Was that a word? It should be.
Amea got her head back into the game as Yula pulled the man back towards their table. With a gentle twirl of her hand Amea got the bartender’s attention, called forth a drink for their second Jedi friend to have and then handed it over to him.
“Silver Rest, I think.” Amea said and looked over at Yula, and then Kat, and then finally Acaadi. “... Or the Praxeum, if they are even around anymore.”
It was a potent drink, named after two renowned Jedi that were potent in their own right. The worries of the world — which was to say, the literal worry that she was on this exact world — began to settle down as more and more of the drink’s effect was felt. Not gone, not entirely present either, the perfect time to start maintaining altitude rather than to continue the climb. Amea wrapped her hand around her glass and leaned just a little bit more onto the nearest surface. So maybe, just maybe, this one Jedi was a cool person. It wasn’t that the Jedi naturally weren’t? Jedi just hadn’t been on the top of her ‘good experiences’ list for a while now. Personal reasons.
There was nothing saying that couldn’t change though. At least not while un-sober.
Wait, un-sober. Was that a word? It should be.
Amea got her head back into the game as Yula pulled the man back towards their table. With a gentle twirl of her hand Amea got the bartender’s attention, called forth a drink for their second Jedi friend to have and then handed it over to him.
“Silver Rest, I think.” Amea said and looked over at Yula, and then Kat, and then finally Acaadi. “... Or the Praxeum, if they are even around anymore.”