Coffee. Black. (silly no-count thread, open)

[Charley]

OOC: This thread has no bearing to anything. Just having some fun :)

IC:

The rather ordinary-looking man passed the menu off to a waitress in a calculated motion. Though indoors, he still wore his sunglasses, as he thumbed through today's edition of the Corporate Sector Journal

[Arya Ravenwing]

She ducked down behind her menu, sweat forming on her brow as she saw who had just entered the Bar and Grill.

He was a special agent for the Sector Rangers, or at least he looked just like the guy she was thinking of. His job was to eliminate smugglers and spice addicts, and she wasn't a spice addict, but the smuggling part would damn her.

Arya knew the Rangers had a dossier on her, and she'd narrowly missed being picked up after dropping off a load of spice on Coruscant earlier that week.

So she hid behind her menu, trying to figure out a way to get past him. He was directly in the way to both the front door and the refreshers.

[Charley]

He glanced at the brunette woman, an eyebrow raising above his sunglasses. She looked...familiar. Of course, it was a feeling he was used to. He shrugged it off momentarily, but the thought persisted, even though his busied himself with his reading.

When the coffee came, he took it, and decided to move to an adjacent table.

[Rognan Dar]

Rognan entered the B@G and looked around. The place was semi crowded. But with all the faces here, he two seemed to sting in the back of his mind.

There was a women, from this angle, looked like she was...well...trying to not be seen by someone. And the other, a man with a forehead that you could never forget, was reading something and drinking...couldn't tell from here. But he was drinking something, that was for sure.

Rog moved slowly to the woman. When he got close to her he could see that she was looking at the...sunglass/reading/drinking/man. There was still something bothering him. He felt as if he should be looking at a screen and talking to people through a headset. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought. This didn't work. So he just tapped the woman on the shoulder to get her attention.

[Charley]

The man approached, and as he neared the woman, it got his attention. She had seemed innocuous enough...before. With the new arrival, Charley knew the pair were somehow related.

In a precise manner, he folded up his newspaper and tucked it away, now overtly looking in the pair's direction.