Bar-stool spectator (open)

[imported_Arriana Rezner]

The red-head leant back over the counter, surveying the scene around her with a defiant smirk. A few minutes earlier she had slipped by the guards – giving them her lightsaber and a rebellious raspberry – before turning and slipping straddle over a barstool. She sipped something fruity through a straw and watched the stoic Jedi pass by, occasionally waving innocently at one who would stare perhaps a second too long.

[Soolin Anjhurin]

:: one pair of eyes catches Arri's attention as Soolin sits at an empty table ::

[imported_Arriana Rezner]

The young Sith smiled prettily at the somber looking woman who was staring right back at her, but there was no response. Pouting, she slipped off of her perch and slunk on over to Soolin’s table.

“You look lonely.”

[Soolin Anjhurin]

"I know what you are, girl. I also know of the symbol that you wear."

[imported_Arriana Rezner]

“What, this thing?”

She fingered the talisman that hung on a chain around her neck, canting her head as she examined it.

“It was a birthday present from my mother. It’s pretty, don’t you think?”

Arri looked back up, innocent as an angel.

[Soolin Anjhurin]

"There is no beauty in entropy. You're walking a fatal path, you just don't know it."

[imported_Arriana Rezner]

She looked up, apparently confused or saddened by what Soolin had just said.

“You know, you could try and be a bit nicer.”