Amfar was one of the last places she thought of, when, after being broadsided with the news of her partner's death several months prior (a statistic in the churn between the First Order and the Galactic Alliance), she had instead buried herself in her work, until she was burnt out and given the firm suggestion that she take some time off; they'd, in few words, threatened to end her well-compensated contract, citing 'undue adverse effect on personnel'. Even her daughter, though gentler in her approach (and with pheromones on hand) had to in some sense agree with her mother's contract holders... the loss of Erix left her with less space to parse her feelings about the passing of her father, as his company, his life's work, had been left to her much earlier than planned.
That left Yasmin alone with her thoughts, and alone in general. Alone with the vacation home they’d purchased together, alone on the beach with many around. And alone in the water, floating aimlessly, nowhere near any thoughts that would suggest she should just drown. No, that would be cowardice, and cowardice was not her way. Not the way of a
Perris. She laid afloat in the water for a few moments more, before letting out a low huff of frustration and righting herself to front crawl towards the nearest swim-up bar, in a manner that could paint her as a woman on a mission. She sprang up, and folded her arms over the bar counter.
“Arzact,” yes, she knew the ‘tender by name,
”get me a kriffing drink, I don’t care what…” and she thought about that for a speck of a second, then flashing him the kindest, most apologetic smile she could muster,
“...please. I don’t know... make it fruity? This is a tropical paradise, is it not?”
Arz, for his part, took it all in stride, and went about fulfilling Yas' request; Yas waited by propping her chin up in one hand, with an elbow planted on the counter, turning her head to take in the other patrons. Sometimes there were regulars, people who had vacationed here for years. Oftimes, the faces were unfamiliar, and if Erix were here, he would no doubt be shaking hands and chatting up a storm, an errant thought that made her mouth a firm line for a moment, until her blue eyes landed on a redhead who sparked a vague itch in her memory. In her line of work, a lot of people could have that effect.
Arz came back with her drink, gently touching her elbow to get her attention, to which she replied with an absent look on the turn of her head; seeing the drink, she mouthed her thanks, but the 'tender was already serving others. Slender fingers curled around the stem and cradled the bowl of her cocktail, and she lifted for a sip, finding the beverage more than satisfactory. That settled, she found her attention drawn to the redhead again, trying to place where she'd seen that visage before, looking away not too long after so as not to be caught staring, and made another pull from her glass. What she did know is that she'd never met this woman before. She had a feeling she'd remember
that.
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