Beautiful Disaster

[Anastasia Rade]

Tears streaked the young woman's as she motioned to the bar tender for another. Normally she wasn't one to be so emotional but right now Ana didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. All she wanted to do was drown her sorrows in this bottle.

Cryax had left her without so much as a reason. The man hadn't even had the balls to do it in person but instead with a text. She had given him her everything and shared things with him she had never told anyone. Ana had given him her heart only to have him break it into a million pieces.

Another wave of tears streamed down her face as Bob passed her over another bottle. Wiping the tears from her cheeks she looked up to the bartender. "I don't think he ever loved me. I think it was all a game to him. I'm nothing more than a notch on his bedpost."

She had wasted Azrael's time by having him meet Cryax. Ana couldn't help but feel stupid as she had been blinded by love. All she had never wanted was someone who loved her. Was it too much to ask to be loved in return? Ana knew that her big brother loved her but it wasn't the same type of love she had felt for Cryax.

Ana needed to pull herself together but right now she honestly couldn't. She was more likely to melt right off this very chair into a ball on the floor. She should have stayed home but had decided maybe fresh air would help. It honestly didn't help at all. She still felt numb from it all.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider Garon was at his favorite perch with in the Oyu'baat, right up against the bar with unfetted access to the bartender and his pretty waitresses. He was slouched over the bar propped up by his elbows with a expensive cigar in one hand and a glass of Tihaar in the other. Most nights he drank alone migrating from one group patrons to another for he was usually the top dog in the bar. The old man was a legend and such had gained him many free drinks and assorted company.

This night on the other hand a very beautiful woman had perched herself opposite of him at the bar, oblivious to her surroundings with an obvious mission of dousing her sorrow with the race to the bottom of a bottle. A Mission that Strider was all to familiar with. He studied her as he vaguely recognize her of some importance. It was just for the perfect curves she sported but had to do with kinship. She was related to someone of power, of major influence but for some reason, probably to due with the drink at hand and his focus on other aspects of the woman, he could not grasp it.

Strider's old eyes recognized that she was very young, but old enough to be with in this establishment so that placed her with in his legal grasp. She ordered another drink and Strider decided that was his moment to intervene. He stood from his stool and moved calmly in the dis trout woman's direction. Once in range, he would signal to the bartender who he knew all to well. The Field Marshal had spent many decades with the man service and he was almost as close as family as Garrus Garon was, his own flesh and blood.

"I got her tab for the night, Vod!" He commanded while snagging the stool next the long haired blond. He placed his own cup on the bar and rested his cigar on the lip of the astray giving the beautiful woman his full and undivided attention as he poached for hers in return. He wore simple garb, leaving his beskargam at the homestead. He was dressed in old combat boots, black trousers and a tight dark grey T shirt that fit snugged to his perfectly chiseled body. His long wild jet black hair was held back with an old red cloth head band he had worn for decades.

" Su cuy'gar, Cyar'ika" He would try and break the ice with her, in his native tongue of mando'a "Ni Strider Garon". Kinda seemed repetitive to introduce himself, most if not everyone on this planet and a good portion of the Galaxy knew who he was by either fist hand accounts but mainly by reputation. He was a Field Marshal, a leader of mandalorian armies and a accomplished general that had lead many missions abroad. But most know him by his other title, the Hound of Keldabe for a percentage of the galaxy seemed to be genetically linked to the Old Man through his onslaught of whoring from space to port to space port, battlefield to battlefield.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

The young woman rolled her eyes with a sigh as she saw an older man make his way over to her. The last thing she wished to deal with right now was men. They were the bane of her existence. Her brother was the first one to break her heart, next her other brother. Graxin should have known better than to leave her behind at the temple with the Graug. Didn't he understand what they had done to her? Now the man she gave her heart and soul to had wrote her off as well. No matter where she was it was all the same. She was nothing but a rag doll to be used and abused.

Blue eyes gazed up from the bottle to the man now sitting next to her. "Su cuy'gar," she half smiled at him. Anastasia had never met him directly but had heard plenty about him. He was quite the warrior but also a ladies man never having settled down. She wondered why that was but couldn't blame him. "Anastasia Rade, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for the drinks." She couldn't help but feel a little bad about making him pay for all her drinks. She planned on drinking a lot tonight.

Wiping the tears from her eyes onto her pants she half smiled again. Ana was embarrassed that he was seeing her like this. This was no way to meet anyone. The young woman was also a mess in her jeans and black t-shirt and blonde hair which she let hang over her shoulders. Her appearance had never been that important to her away but now it was worse. As the Mand'alor's sister she needed to be more pulled together yet she wasn't at least not tonight.

Wrapping a hand around the bottle Ana brought it to her lips and took a sip with a sigh. "So what brings you here tonight?" Even though she didn't wish to be right now Ana was going to be as cordial as she could stomach.

[member="Strider Garon"]