Zatten Black
The Zeltrochiss
On Nar Shaddaa, again. No stated goal, as I never have a reason for anything I do. Whims are good, extended, sober, thought was usually bad for me. Time to go back to the Gilded Hutt and get either very drunk, very full, or both. With my thoughts having come to this reasonable conclusion, I stepped into the restaurant, leapt over the terrace, and landed right next to my usual seat at the bar.
The bartender grinned at me, and grabbed a bottle of Dos Tauntauns, my usual poison, and leaned on the bar at an almost obscenely relaxed angle. I let the music, a personal favorite I'd picked: La Vida Loca. I understood literally three lines of the whole song, but I liked Ricky Martian.
My perfect night, more or less. Except for one thing: Nobody new to roll their eyes at my method of entrance. I mean, what was the point of fun if there was nobody else there to appreciate or deride your fun?
[member='Elani Zambrano']
The bartender grinned at me, and grabbed a bottle of Dos Tauntauns, my usual poison, and leaned on the bar at an almost obscenely relaxed angle. I let the music, a personal favorite I'd picked: La Vida Loca. I understood literally three lines of the whole song, but I liked Ricky Martian.
My perfect night, more or less. Except for one thing: Nobody new to roll their eyes at my method of entrance. I mean, what was the point of fun if there was nobody else there to appreciate or deride your fun?
[member='Elani Zambrano']
