Evelyn Yara
Novice Bounty Hunter
Nar Shaddaa, yet again. This time just for the night. Hopefully, just for the night - well, maybe two.
Evelyn was docked here for refueling and minor maintenance to her ship. Now, she was wandering aimlessly down the hallways reflecting on the bounty that just slipped out of her grasp. Weeks worth of work and surveillance only to have it all evaporate in minutes as the target jumped to hyperspace. It's hard not to be disappointed. She'll be back in the drawing room tomorrow. Good, solid work was becoming hard to find these days. But tonight was to be a night off. She enjoyed one the bars here, couldn't quite remember the name, but the bartenders mixed as good of a Corellian Twister as anyone else.
The bar was more crowded than she would have liked. Lots of traffic tonight. Evelyn had to shoulder past a half dozen patrons just to reach the bartender. She was glad to be dressed casually and not lugging armor on her shoulders. She wore a simple grey top and black pants tucked into boots. A darker grey cloak clasped at her neck and mostly disguised her form, as well as the small blaster pistol at her hip.
Finally reaching the bar, Evelyn took a seat and ordered her first drink. After giving a quick survey of her surroundings she looked down rather mindlessly at her datapad, scanning the holonet for any interesting news. This would be a quiet night off.
Evelyn was docked here for refueling and minor maintenance to her ship. Now, she was wandering aimlessly down the hallways reflecting on the bounty that just slipped out of her grasp. Weeks worth of work and surveillance only to have it all evaporate in minutes as the target jumped to hyperspace. It's hard not to be disappointed. She'll be back in the drawing room tomorrow. Good, solid work was becoming hard to find these days. But tonight was to be a night off. She enjoyed one the bars here, couldn't quite remember the name, but the bartenders mixed as good of a Corellian Twister as anyone else.
The bar was more crowded than she would have liked. Lots of traffic tonight. Evelyn had to shoulder past a half dozen patrons just to reach the bartender. She was glad to be dressed casually and not lugging armor on her shoulders. She wore a simple grey top and black pants tucked into boots. A darker grey cloak clasped at her neck and mostly disguised her form, as well as the small blaster pistol at her hip.
Finally reaching the bar, Evelyn took a seat and ordered her first drink. After giving a quick survey of her surroundings she looked down rather mindlessly at her datapad, scanning the holonet for any interesting news. This would be a quiet night off.