Asteria sat slouched in the corner booth of the bar on the Libertalia, a mug of Correllian Red on the table in front of her. She looked terrible, her long mass of red hair disheveled and unkempt, her eyes bloodshot as if she hadn't slept for days, or wasn't getting enough sleep, and her eyes looked more insane than usual. She j had been having her usual nightmares again, but this time, there were different ones that had kept her up for the past few days, and she wasn't feeling too good.
"Probably the stuff in this drink," she mumbled to herself tiredly, not taking notice of anyone around her, too tired to care or think about it.
"Probably the stuff in this drink," she mumbled to herself tiredly, not taking notice of anyone around her, too tired to care or think about it.