Feriae Junction: They had one thing in common

[Corey's OOC]

It was nice to be traveling again. Marek hadn’t been able to get around much in the recent weeks as his TIE Shuttle was going through some overhauls. Really necessary, if he was going to be continuing on this loner road he was looking at. It didn’t bother him to be alone, it made it easier, really. Less people to watch for, and less people to split the takes he was finding himself scoring with.

Which also meant he had more money to support his habits. Unsavory as some of them could be, he still had the decency to his own dignity to not be buying his way into some of the more club-esque scenes and preferred the dank and smoky feel that other bars, the dives, provided. Besides, this was really the best place to find a job, and that was what he was always looking for.

Something to do, something to use his skills, and something to get him paid, really. The three reasons to do anything, in Marek Starchaser’s life.

So there he was, finding himself alone, a whiskey and soda in front of him, and his feigned interest in the podrace that was on the holoscreen above the bottles of liquor. Taking a sip and looking around he was almost debating that one of the clubs could be more than welcome fun at this point. There was going to have to be something interesting cooking around.