A Cantina Somewhere on Nar Shaddaa, The Evening After The Last Post

Was it, strictly speaking, a good idea for Atton to come out here tonight?

Probably not.

She had once woken up a whole mess of emotions in his head - anger, fear, guilt, compassion, lust, pain, self-loathing, and more to go with it. They had never been exactly orderly or one-at-a-time for him since, but Fandom had done a great job at letting him polish up the top layer so the mess stayed where it was, not bothering anybody but him unless he needed it to.

The polish had finally worn off this morning.

And now he was sitting here, polishing off a pre-drink at the bar while waiting for Sparkle. Didn't even really want to be here. Couldn't deal with all of these people. He hadn't even really been able to look at another girl since he met M-- the Exile because of whatever stupid confused thing wouldn't leave his chest, but by now frustration was just another wonderful notch on his belt of damned messy-- whatever it was.

How dare she. How dare any of them. How--

He slammed back his drink.

He really needed Sparkle to show up right around now.

[[ for that guy, yes. ]]