Gav Mortis
Nov 3rd, 2003, 07:43:39 PM
Dexter’s Diner – Natunda, Nelona 5. Coruscant. 2200 hours.
Having finished business some thirty minutes ago, the employees of the long-standing and relatively famous establishment were eager to usher the remaining customers outside and close up for the night. The pleasant, ambient music was turned off, the shutters went up on the plexiglass windows and the lights were dimmed until all that remained were a young couple sharing a large milkshake. They were like most couples their age, tactile and completely unaware of their surroundings. They were a pleasant pair for when they were approached by a scantily clad, weary-eyed waitress who politely asked them if they would finish their drink they both offered their profuse apologies. After a series of cheerful farewells to Dexter’s grandson, Dexter, and his staff of droids and humanoids alike, the couple headed outside into the chilly Coruscant night.
It had been raining heavily earlier, that had been what had driven the young man and his girlfriend into the cosy diner in the first place. Now the night air was cool and crisp, the roads and pavements were wet and shimmering in the bright streetlights overhead, illuminating below the few people who wished to be walking outside on a night such as this. One of these people was a man who’d left a quiet bar sat on the side of the road opposite to Dexter’s Diner. Stepping outside, he pulled up his hood and cloaked against the elements, he followed the young couple home.
Having finished business some thirty minutes ago, the employees of the long-standing and relatively famous establishment were eager to usher the remaining customers outside and close up for the night. The pleasant, ambient music was turned off, the shutters went up on the plexiglass windows and the lights were dimmed until all that remained were a young couple sharing a large milkshake. They were like most couples their age, tactile and completely unaware of their surroundings. They were a pleasant pair for when they were approached by a scantily clad, weary-eyed waitress who politely asked them if they would finish their drink they both offered their profuse apologies. After a series of cheerful farewells to Dexter’s grandson, Dexter, and his staff of droids and humanoids alike, the couple headed outside into the chilly Coruscant night.
It had been raining heavily earlier, that had been what had driven the young man and his girlfriend into the cosy diner in the first place. Now the night air was cool and crisp, the roads and pavements were wet and shimmering in the bright streetlights overhead, illuminating below the few people who wished to be walking outside on a night such as this. One of these people was a man who’d left a quiet bar sat on the side of the road opposite to Dexter’s Diner. Stepping outside, he pulled up his hood and cloaked against the elements, he followed the young couple home.