Being planetside for very long wasn’t a regular occurrence, just long enough to do a job and get paid. However, Teyla was only partly on Lithios for those reasons. With Coruscant having been attacked again, Damon made the decision to travel back to his homeworld and help relocate his family. Teyla could have gone to lend a hand, part of her wanted to, but the familiarity with the circumstances was too much.
The thought alone of being on Coruscant again, made her heart swell and chest ache, with a mix of anxiety and guilt to finish it all up with a nice bow.
She sighed, running graceful fingers through her dark locks.
After all this time, she still couldn’t go back there. Not when she was the only person from her old team who was still alive and in one piece.
Instead, Teyla opted to go to Lithios and keep an ear to the ground for any obscure jobs while Damon handled things with his parents. Rafiki offered to stay, and though she questioned the intent behind the brutes motives for it, she was grateful nonetheless.
“What?” Teyla hollered above the noise, brushing off the wookiee’s large paw from her shoulder. “Nothing's wrong,” she grumbled, rubbing a finger under her nose as the patrons gave them the once over.
One dark brow lofted at it, feeling a tingle in her fingertips to reach for the blaster on her hip, anticipating trouble on the horizon. Much to her surprise, the moment was soon over.
Still, she’d keep an eye on things in case something did go south.
Her amber gaze turned to look up at her towering wookiee companion, thumbing in the direction of the bar. “Do you want to get a drink with me, or are you going to find the gambling tables?”
Rafiki worrfed.
“Suit yourself, I’ll be around somewhere if you get bored.”
In a firm tone, she added on, "Behave."
Inhaling a deep breath of stale cigarra air, she stepped through the crowd, dropping down on a stool that swiveled just a tad. She leaned into the bar, waving for a drink.
“Thanks,” she nodded, looking to the glass set before her and watching the barkeep fill it with some amount of grace, or lack thereof. He pulled the bottle away from her glass once it was full, but her hand shot out before he could replace the liquor back behind the counter, motioning for him to leave it topside. He did as she silently advised and moved along to another customer, leaving her to drink in peace.
Or, as much peace as one could get in a place with music so loud you could hardly hear yourself think.
Placing the rim of the glass between her plump lips, she knocked back her first shot. The spiced rum slid over her taste buds smoothly. Being who she was, wine was much more to taste for her palate. Teyla mostly went for the harder stuff to keep up with appearances, in places like these.
Carefully she poured herself another round, mindful not to waste a single drop, then turned on her seat so she could face the rest of the patrons. Amber eyes flickered through the crowd, but her attention landed on a singular man looking to go unnoticed in the shadows. All business now, Teyla finished the second shot, grabbed her bottle and one extra glass, then casually meandered in that direction.
When she finally stood near the man she poured him a glass and proffered it out in a friendly gesture, offering a small smile.
“Want some company?”
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