Private new place same old faces

[Heraha'uvi'nerhar]

|| NEW PLACE SAME OLD FACES ||

~pepa and water for the hangover~

TAG: Zane Cameron ​

FONDOR

It’s not everyday that I got a chance to take a full night break, especially after the attack on Coruscant. While the prospect of such time off should be invaluable, in reality, it was so abrupt I was utterly clueless on what I should be doing on such occasions, tonight just happened to be one of those nights.

Even scrolling some numbers on my social holopad doesn’t make a difference, there’s just so few numbers in there, with past hookups making up the majority of it. That’s really the price I paid for being one of the best in my class and joining the SIA. Maintaining a long-term relationship, romantic or platonic, can be a tricky thing when you know from the start you either have to hide things or straight up lie to them.

Not feeling just calling someone for something so hollow, I opted to go to a trendy bar in Fondor. Perhaps I could strike some interesting one-time conversations and leave the night feeling like an actual person instead of just a cog in the machine, or a pleasure machine.

Going straight to the bar, I ordered whiskey on the rock before starting to scan the establishment for any captivating faces to strike a conversation with. A couple of young finance guys, group of late teens, and some middle-aged singles trying to struck their luck. But one face specifically calls to me, a familiar face I haven’t seen in a long-time.

“Zane, that you?” I approached the tall and built man with whiskey in my hand, hoping not to call the wrong person and name on such a busy night.

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[Zane Cameron]

Zane eyed a group of three women on the other end of the bar. They looked back at him and whispered to each other, making it impossible for him to overhear. The young pilot didn't care, however, and flashed a toothy grin before winking at the one in particular he fancied. A Mirialan around his own age with a long, black braid and beautiful patterned tattoos that highlighted her sharp facial features.

But, to his surprise, she didn't smile back and turned to her friends.

Whatever the reason, Zane scoffed and turned back to the bartender, "Another whiskey, please." If he couldn't get one of them to dance, he'd at least walk out with a buzz.

"Zane, that you?"

Chit, had they found him-

He turned around and looked relieved when he spotted Heraha'uvi'nerhar. He hadn't seen him in a long time, and it was unlikely that the Chiss would drag him out of the club. So, Zane offered his typical smile and raised his glass for a toast.

"Hawk," he said. "It has been a while. Care to join me for a drink?"

Heraha'uvi'nerhar ​

 

[Heraha'uvi'nerhar]

|| NEW PLACE SAME OLD FACES ||

~pepa and water for the hangover~

TAG: Zane Cameron ​

FONDOR

“Cheers,” I raised my glass of whiskey to meet Zane’s as I’m taking my seat beside him. It feels weird, meeting someone I know quite well, at least back then. I didn’t establish many close relationships back in the Academy, knowing full well the prospect of joining the SIA and what it entails. Zane was one of the few I considered a friend.

My eyes shifted from him to his drink; still more than half-full, most likely not his first glass looking at his current state. Then to the bartender, who has moved on to serve a group of four women, one Mirialan, two blonde Human, and a Pantoran.

That’s one hell of an attractive Pantoran. Violet hair styled in a braided ponytail, two yellow triangular markings under her eyes, and a dress that hugs her figure oh-so nicely.

I flashed her a quick smile when her eyes found mine wandering, one that was returned with a cheeky smile.

It was tempting to rush, but I shifted my attention back to my conversation partner, a little crinkle formed on my forehead as I tried to find a word for a conversation that wouldn’t dive deep into the details of work. Keep it light and casual.

“Didn’t expect to see an old pal in such a chic establishment,” I left the statement up in the air.

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