Purity Silvre
Aug 4th, 2002, 03:05:14 AM
:: A woman with short, blond hair pushed the doors to the B&G open, sea green eyes looking about. It seemed like any other normal bar, except a peaceful one. Here, Jedi kept watch like a lion with its prey. ::
"Miss, I need you to hand your weapons with me until you leave. It's safety procedure."
:: She glanced at him as a slow smile spread across her lips. Her blaster usually never left her hip, so she could have easy access to defend herself when needed. But she figured that since it was a Jedi domain, she might as well do it just this once. ::
:: Unhooking the blaster off of her belt, she handed it to the NRSF Agent and began to walk towards the bar counter. She was Purity Silvre, an outcast - a rebel. ::
And she needed a drink.
:: Hooking her foot around one of the stool's legs, she pulled it out and sat down, leaning an elbow on the counter. Using her other hand, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a few credits, placing them infront of the bartender. ::
"Make it a glass of Chambord Liquor. And quick."
"Miss, I need you to hand your weapons with me until you leave. It's safety procedure."
:: She glanced at him as a slow smile spread across her lips. Her blaster usually never left her hip, so she could have easy access to defend herself when needed. But she figured that since it was a Jedi domain, she might as well do it just this once. ::
:: Unhooking the blaster off of her belt, she handed it to the NRSF Agent and began to walk towards the bar counter. She was Purity Silvre, an outcast - a rebel. ::
And she needed a drink.
:: Hooking her foot around one of the stool's legs, she pulled it out and sat down, leaning an elbow on the counter. Using her other hand, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a few credits, placing them infront of the bartender. ::
"Make it a glass of Chambord Liquor. And quick."