I'm good at shooting people, cracking wise, and pretending to know how to fight.

Yesterday had wound up being a heavy day of drinking and carousing and... a lot of crying. Atton wasn't great with crying people. He'd done his damnedest to be there for the squad, but he'd be lying if he said it hadn't worn on him.

Especially with all their feelings seeping in through the Force.

So he texted Sparkle to meet up with him well over an hour after he'd already gotten to this bar, some tourist trap that was guaranteed not to want any trouble or have any crappy links with anybody who'd want to ruin their day. He needed the time. Ordered some food, had some soda.

Let out a few sighs.

At least this way, he'd feel like a normal person by the time Sparkle showed up. Or as close as he ever got, anyway.

[[ open, mostly for that guy ]]

"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! ]]

"Morning."

"Isit?" Atton asked, stretching out over the bed (and nearly knocking over an empty bottle or a plate or he didn't know, something knock-overable). "Can't tell."

The blonde girl - Ellie, right, her name was Ellie - shot him an amused look. "I'm surprised you even made it this far," she said. "Had you pegged for a sneak-out-after-midnight kind of guy."

Atton rubbed at his eyes. "Hey, I'm a surprising kind of guy," he said. "And maybe I don't have anywhere better than here to sneak out to. Because here is really nice." Here, for one thing, didn't have that stupid buzzing in his head. You know, the one he would never admit he hadn't been able to identify until after he'd talked to Sia, because damn, he never asked for these powers anyway.

"Uh huh." Ellie shook her head. "I'm going to go make some coffee. You want some?"

"Ugh," Atton muttered, finally flopping over onto his side. "Don't go." He still had a lot of, uh, buzzing to get out of his system. Y'know.

"I'll come back," she promised, slipping out of bed and walking into the hall.

Atton watched her go until she was out of sight, then rolled onto his back and let out a deep sigh. Well, this wasn't bad. He might actually try and make this a two-night-stander, because why not? The island wasn't a better place to be right now, he had no classes... Ellie was hot...

He reached for his comm and gave it a cursory glance. Nothing had probably blown up in his absence, right? Right.

[[ open for phone calls, la. ]]