Night on the Town

[Anya Orunitia]

[member="Matsu Ike"]

It was late in the evening. Really late. But nothing exciting ever happened during the day. On Nar Shaddaa, it was often difficult to determine the time of day without electronic aid, at least when you lived as far down in the undercity as Anya Orunitia did. Most of the lighting was artificial, often advertising the newest product that was being pedaled towards society.

Anya could only talk so much smack about them, because it was through one of the lit billboards that she had heard about the latest bar she was walking towards. 'The Rancor Pit', was the name of it, and it even had a little mascot that was a cartoony version of the nightmarish creature. As a matter of fact, it was that same novelty that had persuaded her to try this bar out, besides the fact that her previous 'regular' drinking hole had noticed her foraged ID. Pure luck. She claimed to herself to justify being caught, when in reality it was part of her drunken blabbers that she had actually offered the bartender his own counterfeit.

The Mirialan girl didn't do much to make an attempt to dress nicely. It was the latter hours of the night, and no one really dressed to impress by that point. She also felt the odds of even encountering another Mirialan was so unlikely, that there was no reason to gussy herself up to accommodate others of her species. Anya instead opted to go out in the clothing that she had been working in earlier in the day. A shirt that was once white, but had gradually transformed into little more than a wearable mechanic's rag. Concealed under the baggy, messy shirt she had holstered a hold-out blaster in the event that trouble arises, which was all too common on the Smuggler's Moon. She had made a point to keep her pockets empty, with the intent of either suckering someone into pay for her drinks, or dipping out before the Bartender took notice.

Running a hand through her messy, dyed hair, Anya handed the Twi'lek bouncer her ID, giving a brief smile to him, in hopes that this place had not been tipped off by the previous Cantina she went to. It didn't seem to be the case as the Twi'lek nodded his head and handed back to card. She briefly thanked him and eased her way into the building, walking down the stairway the led to the medium-sized shop. It was relatively crowded, mostly thanks to it's location near one of the planet's spaceports. She made her way to one of the open bar seats and "Brandy, something nice." she said to the droid bartender.

Unlucky her. She had bad luck with droid workers, they remembered tabs better. While her drink was being poured, she swiveled the chair around, investigating anyone who could possibly get her a chance at a free drink.

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Anya Orunitia"]

Nar Shadda was a world she didn't go to often, to loud, to bright and so full of people it made really getting down to things and exploring hard. She had been to parts of the undercity but all of the things they had while she was moving around in the ship with a small grin on her face. She set the ship down and going through some of the things she had on the ship. Her equipment going onto her robes and sabers hidden as she exited the ship. Putting the credits for the docking fee to the man there while paying a little extra to ensure it was secured and not going to be boarded and searched or something. Security droids as she moved through the streets taking everything in as she stopped into one of the cantina's and raised an eyebrow. The petite jedi master standing there while she looked at the people and got some stares but they went back to their drinks. She was small, unassuming and skinny but muscled under the robes while she walked towards the counter and held a small gloved hand up indicating she wanted a drink. "The house special please." The man gave a nod and was bringing it with a glass while she looked around the bar with the force.

 

[Anya Orunitia]

[member="Matsu Ike"]

Anya felt a brief existential prod, uncertain of what it was. She was untrained, and practically unaware of any sensitivity she had in the Force, but she could still feel the occasional probing that trained Force Users often did. The Mirialan had no reason to ever expect that something as rare as that was the cause of these occasional feelings, so often she just presumed it was the result of liquor, or anxiety. After all, she was only in her first sip of brandy when the sensation occurred. She knew the effects of it on her liver and the burning it had going down, so she didn't doubt the possibility that there was some sort of effect on the nerves.

Just as fast as it came, it was gone. Like a shiver from a breeze. Her attention quickly dissipated from the feeling as she resumed her visual scan of the other patrons. One caught her eye, though. A robed woman who she had just overheard ordering the house special, whatever the heck that was. The lady hadn't yet seemed to be seated, and was alone. A good target for a con or scam. The woman, probably a decade older than her, was a couple of seats down the bar, and without hesitation, she spoke out to her.

"Hey you!" She called out with the subtly of a Hutt, "Come over, here. You look lonely." The patron next to Anya seemed a bit agitated by the hollering that was practically in his ear, but the Mirialan didn't seem to care much. Anya gestured at the open seat next to her. Typically the robed type were easy to get some credits off of. The religious type, or maybe some traveler trying to keep a low profile in the 'bad' part of town.

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Anya Orunitia"]

Matsu heard the voice and her eyes shifted for a moment faster before her head. The force enhancing her movements as she almost did a double take raising with interest to see her. The skin, the tattoos and she was moving with the drink finding her hands as she came to the seat. Black eyes looking at her from her short stature before she moved to the seat. A small bow of her head while she drummed for a moment going into the seat. She took in the burgundy and black hair, skin a nice shade of green as well as the youth. She was younger but not like some and she had that hint of the force on her. THe detection field alerting her to the potential but she didn't seem to have training otherwise she might have detected the jedi master.... or she was really good at hiding it. "Thank you." Her head bowed though while she picked up the drink bringing it to her lips and taking a sip as the alcohol lightly burned the back of her throat and went down. She set it on the counter. "Perhaps I am a little lonely."

 

[Anya Orunitia]

The Mirialan chuckled as she gave a brief pat on the back to [member="Matsu Ike"] . Anya briefly glanced to the man who she had hollered beside, who was now giving her a dirty look out of the corner of his eyes. She briefly gave a half-menacing, but mostly playful growl to him, A gesture she had taken to giving to people to indicate that she didn't give a damn. She turned back to her new companion and took a swig of brandy, savouring the burning sensation of the alcohol for a moment before speaking again.

"So what's your story? You some kinda criminal?" Anya set her glass halfway on the napkin coaster that was provided. She didn't really care if it came off as rude, since most on the level in fact were criminals. "Usually the customs officers tell travelers to just get their drinks from the spaceport's cantina," she chuckled as she lifted her drink, gesturing back to the port. "So, are ya' a criminal-minded type, or just a naive traveler?" Anya was always blunt with her questions. And presumptuous, to say the least.

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Anya Orunitia"]

Matsu looked at her and there was more curiosity while she thought about what to say. A traveler here on Nar Shadda could be easy prey and she knew it would attract attention.. but she wasn't a criminal so she spoke. "Well I am not a criminal, I am just traveling through." She offered a smile and telling the truth but not all of it. People didn't always like talkingwith jedi and she remained still there for a moment taking a drink with her face going from impassive to soft and sweet. Eyes going a little wide with wonder at the big city while she changed a little taking another drink. "It is just my frist time really in the big city, usually I stay in the core worlds, not out here on the outer rim."

 

[Anya Orunitia]

[member="Matsu Ike"]

Anya chuckled slightly as she ran her fingers around the glass of brandy, slowly wiping away the condensation that had begun to form on it. "Core Worlds, eh?" she asked, still looking at her drink. "Too much Order there. Everything is so much more regulated. But here? The Outer Rims?" she clasped onto her drink once more and took a sip of it. "Well, I like it here. From what I've heard, folks like me aren't fit for the Core Worlds." It was a half attempt at self-pity, with no end goal in mind. Anya had never left Nar Shaddaa, and had even only left the undercity a handful of times. Every skill, trait, and habit she developed on this moon was at risk of being useless in any other environment.

She was the product of a corrupt system, and she knew it. If she cared was another story, though. Anya paused for a moment, dragging her idle thoughts back on track, looking to Matsu once again, "So what brings you to the big city, then? Business?"

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Anya Orunitia"]

Not fit for the core worlds huh... That wasn't true as she sat there and now looked enraptured by woman. Wantign to hear it all and take it in. She wasn't against learning and being supportive as an ear to listen to it. "I don't think that is true, the core worlds are in some places welcoming to everyone and you should always at least see it once." She wasn't against it but looking at the woman more as she took another drink from the glass but wondered how to answer that. "I was interested in seeing it, an entire planet that is covered in a city. It is impressive and I wanted to explore it."