Private R and R

[Baant Darluh]

Location: Coruscant

What the hell was Baant doing here?

He stumbled on what was called the Solstice Vine Club, he was criticized by his comrades over the past few months for having and he quotes "take a break every now and then." It was mostly because Baant had pondered on what they said to him. It was true, Baant was busy fighting that he forgot to relax.

Coming in wearing casual clothing he bought from a random shop this morning Baant was like a fish out of water in this rowdy place. Explosions were replaced loud dubstep, the smell of plasma was replaced with alcohol. Baant's dark eyes darting everywhere forget fish out of water, he was a fish out of water and into a fry pan and the worst part is that his pants were on too tight. Baant must've picked one that was one or two sizes tight it was starting to ride up his crotch!

The soldier lumbered towards the bar where the bartender turned around and smiled. "What do you want mac?" he asked.

"Sooo....." Baant said. "Can I have water please?"

"What the frack?!" the man laughed. "What is this?! Tatooine?! Come on man be serious!"

Sweat started to form around Baant's brow, this was honestly tougher than trying to disarm a nuke while in the middle of blaster fight.

Rose Ann Lovely

 

[Rose Ann Lovely]

Rose sat right next to Baant on a stool to his left and looked at the bartender, narrowing her eyes. "Come on, just give the man what he wants." She leaned forward her pale blue blue eyes locking with there's. "I would like some water myself too." She said challenging them. She then turned to baant ignoring the other, like they were not worth any of her time nor effort.. "Hey!" She smiled, greeting him warmly, she held out her right hand to shake his. Brushing back her hair that seemingly glowed in the moody lighting. "I'm Rose, Rose Ann, lovely." She was still in her polymorphic Jedi robes. It was deep green and black. It complimented the rest of her while still being simple. She was naturally somewhat pretty. But what made it better was the fact she didn't seem to care. The cowl of her cloak hung behind her limply. "Don't be shy. It's not worth it, trust me I know." She rolled her eyes. "It's nice to meet you."