A Bar Off-Island, Friday Evening
Nov. 22nd, 2013 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
"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.
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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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Date: 2013-11-23 09:13 pm (UTC)Stubbornness would totally get her very near killed in the future.
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Date: 2013-11-23 09:24 pm (UTC)"Thanks," he said. "You're not a horrible sentient being. It'd be a shame if you died early."