Bad days just keep comin'

[Daniella Tur'ilian]

As if everything else hadn't gone wrong in her life; now, there was a mix up at the port and it looked like she'd be staying here for a while. Not that Bespin wasn't her kind of place or anything; it had been the last stop before they would have carried on their way toward Coruscant. It was pretty straight forward, hard to believe that such a simple route had been so messed up. But, like everything else in Daniella Tur'ilian's immediate existence, ( so she kept telling herself ) it was just delayed.

Being alone for so long made a person think about some things really hard. She'd had a major headache for the last week and a half and now she was craving some really strong liquor. Anything to make the thought process slow down for a bit. She didn't know a single person, hadn't cared to hook up with someone on the shuttle, and she felt so frelling awkward asking where she could drink herself stupid.

After much prodding, she got the name of a place that sounded like it was right up her alley (no pun intended). Cloud 9 something or other. Nice waitresses, good nerf steak, good price for booze. Not that cost mattered much to her; she'd been saving up credits from her various jobs since she was eight.

Searching around for the place, she stumbled inevitably upon the entrance and made her way inside. It was mostly empty; the skies outside were pretty menacing but she wasn't sure if it rained much here or not. Not noting any signs that said "wait to be seated", she plopped down at the bar and leaned into her palm.

[Alpha]

It was amazing he was still here, Alpha reflects to himself as he steps into the bar. His ship was fueled and ready to go. He just didn't have a destination, after his run in with Jesseth. He'd have to fix that one of these days. Oh well. He was craving a nerf steak, and maybe a nice strong ale. Ambling over to a booth, he punches in his order at the small computer embedded into the table and looks around.

It was crowded, as always. The place seemed to never sleep. Spying an attractive woman sitting at the bar, he shrugs and with a wry grin punches in an order for a Sunspot to be delievered to her. The things weren't his type of drink; bright, fruity and sweeter then any alchohol has a right to be, but you never know...