Because no good story started with salad.

[Jak Sandrow]

Except for Jak's and Circe's, of course. But that aside...

Jak was, once again, drinking. In a bar. On Corellia.

He didn't drink to forget; he drank to culture himself in the many different aspects alcohol had to offer. As cheesy as that sounds.

He could put it away; plants don't get drunk off alcohol. That's what sugar does.

So, if a drink of sugar were given to him instead...

@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Corellia. Force, she hated the planet. Her brother lived there. One of her first orphanages was there. And still, there was something about it that just screamed this is not a Nessa-ish place! Still, she found herself there all too often. But what was a girl to do? Life gave you lemons, you Sith Alchemized them into candy, because everybody knows that lemons totally suck.

And now, she was hungry.

Naturally, if you wanted food on Corellia, you went to a bar. Because restaurants were for old people, and anyway, nothing interesting ever happened in a bar.

"Bantha wings!" the teenager squeeled as she sat herself by the bar, signaling to the bartender, "and strawberry milkshake. And onions rings. And a nerfburger. And what doyoumacallthem, those potatoes in sweet.. Oh! Home fries! Yes, I want those too. And an omelet sandwich. And pretzels. And a soda. And what are the odds you have gummy bears? I love gummy bears!"

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak surreptitiously watched the woman practically 'bubble' into the bar. Then she ordered a overwhelming list of seemingly random foods, ending with 'gummy bears'. Whoever she was, she had a sweet tooth.
...
Kark it.

He turned to her with an amicable grin. "Hi, I'm Jak Sandrow."

@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Her strawberry milkshake had arrived. Nessarose picked it up and put her lips to the straw, sucking the liquid contains of the mug out, emptying it in less than two and a half seconds on the clock. There was always a problem with finishing her drinks so fast; namely, she had nothing to do with her mouth until the next food came, and that was still going to take some time.

Turning around to the person who's just talked to her, Nessarose blinked. "Hi, I'm me?" she asked innocently enough.

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak grinned at her response. "Fair enough."

Welp. Perfect time for the conversation to get either awkward... or worse.... stereotypical... He opted for the latter.

"So. Ah... you....come here often?"

@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Did she come here often? What?

Nessarose turned in her seat, her shiny gaze piercing towards the guy. Why was he asking such questions? Her hands moved quickly, the dagger appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Her fingers let go, allowing the tiny weapon to hang in the air, the pointy end aimed at the person.

"This dagger is covered in Sith Poison," she spoke, her voice just above a whisper, "who sent you?"

@[member="Jak Sandrow"]