A Bar Off-Island, Friday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm telling you," Atton said, "Everything in life comes back to pazaak."

He might've had a couple of drinks already - going at a rate about three times Sia's, give or take. "The plays, the guesses, the losses and the wins." He took a sip of his whiskey. "Actually, that's a load of bantha poodoo," he amended, "But it's the kind of thing that sounds good in the right cantina."

He'd been to a lot of the wrong ones.

This bar, though? This one was nice. Well-lit, just this side of pretentious, inexpensive. The kind of place college students would frequent. That kind. Atton had hated it on sight.

[[ for sia! ]]

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[notconflicted]

"And is this the right cantina?" Sia asked, guessing that no, it was not.