D E A T H
Prompt: Can We Like, Get a Picture? Get incorrectly recognised as a celebrity and then pestered.
The sound of racing Ronto hooves permeated the very air around him, each thud into the sandy earth at their feet driving nails into his brain. Tallera Downs was not somewhere you came to nurse a hangover; fortunately for Arcturus, he had woken up here, body half off one of the bleachers, and it was not a hangover he was nursing... It was a drink. That he'd also drunk the night before, and the night before that, and the.... didn't matter. He reckoned his head would have pounded either way.
He barely even paid the racers any heed, to enamored by the blonde a few seats over who kept glancing over her shoulder at him. Arcturus couldn't tell if she was pretty, what colour her eyes were, or even what race she belonged to, all he saw was that mess of hay coloured hair. What the feth she saw in him, however, was anybody's guess.
An announcer called out the results, and he glanced down at the slip in his hand. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, and even then he could barely read what he'd chosen. He rose up, and began to amble his way down toward the bookies. With each step his body swayed; he became aware of footsteps following at his back, though he couldn't quite turn his head enough to find out who it was. Nope, his focus was well and truly set on putting one foot in front of the other.
The blonde cut him off.
"Like, oh my skies," she squealed, immediately throwing all resemblance she'd once had out the window, "It is you! We are, like... such big fans!"
Arcturus didn't even really bother to pause, not once he'd heard how annoying her voice was, he just sort of pushed on past her and started down the steps. Behind him, he heard a few choice words uttered under the breath of another female voice, this one different to the former. "Like, man, I never thought Rix Corr of all people would be so, well, rude."
He only caught bits and pieces of it, of course, didn't really give a rats arse who this Rix Corr fellow was nor why they were trying to pester him about it. Still, he could hear the clip-clop of heals following on behind him as he approached the bookies. Handed over his slip... He got just a measly couple of UCks in return, though for all the effort he'd put in to making them he supposed that was fair.
When he turned back around, intent on seeking out some sty to top up his much too empty glass, he found her stood there again. A redhead was by her side.
"Look, Rix -- can I call you Rix? -- if you don't, like, sign our shirts or something, we'll totally let all our holobook followers know how much of a total sleezeball you are!"
Not even bothering to keep up appearances anymore, he parted the sea of estrogen with a wave of his hand and a slight flexing of the Force, and carried on down the path. Then he caught sight of it, salvation... Stepping into the bar, he prayed he'd seen the last of them. Now to find a seat, and spend all those well earned UCks on something stronger than the swill they had by the bleachers.
