Certified Perfection
Geonosis.
The capital of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the last place she saw any of her former colleagues and the last place she even considered, deliberately, finding her way back to for anything other than work.
And yet, even granted all that, she still found herself half way through a bottle of ale in the corner of a club; or at least that was what she had come to call it as the liquor began to addle her inhibitions. All she cared to think about, as she lifted the bottle to down yet another swig from it, was about how she would make up for lost time and experience in the coming weeks.
Tonight didn't matter, nor was it even relevant to her state of being. This evening, much like the trip to Geonosis, was a stepping stone towards whatever she had forgotten needed doing tomorrow. She'd decided to drown herself and her conscience in drink, and drown them she would do unless something far more interesting came along.
Far more interesting being the key phrase after a year and a half lost in deep space.
The thought sprouted more thoughts in her mind as she leaned against the table she'd sat herself at. Thoughts that began to try and link together various others that did not wish to be tethered.
With a groan, a grimace and a mild show of malcontent she once again receded into her seat and her bottle and waited for whoever, or whatever, might grab her attention next.
[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
The capital of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the last place she saw any of her former colleagues and the last place she even considered, deliberately, finding her way back to for anything other than work.
And yet, even granted all that, she still found herself half way through a bottle of ale in the corner of a club; or at least that was what she had come to call it as the liquor began to addle her inhibitions. All she cared to think about, as she lifted the bottle to down yet another swig from it, was about how she would make up for lost time and experience in the coming weeks.
Tonight didn't matter, nor was it even relevant to her state of being. This evening, much like the trip to Geonosis, was a stepping stone towards whatever she had forgotten needed doing tomorrow. She'd decided to drown herself and her conscience in drink, and drown them she would do unless something far more interesting came along.
Far more interesting being the key phrase after a year and a half lost in deep space.
The thought sprouted more thoughts in her mind as she leaned against the table she'd sat herself at. Thoughts that began to try and link together various others that did not wish to be tethered.
With a groan, a grimace and a mild show of malcontent she once again receded into her seat and her bottle and waited for whoever, or whatever, might grab her attention next.
[member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]