A drink at the bar {Open, Come rp!}

[vallen]

Dreshdae...Dreadful!

Vallen's distaste for everything which was Dreshdae knew no bounds, finding each moment within it's wake a task in itself. Needless to say though, the importance of location triumphed Vallen's desires for comfort--the dark side never ceases to entice him. The Devaronian, in hall his five-foot-seven-inch fiendish-induced visage, made his path from the space port--his train of thought was entirely taxed to the knowledge he could gain on Korriban. It was so much that he could not help but withdraw from it. It seemed almost tedious, and as such he desired to relieve himself from the grasp of his endeavor for knowledge--instead embracing his more instinctive qualities.

It wouldn't be long before he was within the thick of the city, the hustle and bustle. Where one renown sith might induce fear and forced-respect by the indigenous of the planet, Vallen's existence was simply minute, and for anyone knew, he was just another shit head thinking he was good enough to become a sith. Dark Jedi or Sith, Vallen was a force-user destined to succumb to the darkside's allure. They did not know that, although perhaps they would in the future. Vallen favored the thought and savored it despite the truth as he approached the cantina

He quenched his spite for the various species of aliens and humans within the cantina, as it was a necessary compromise to his current desire. It was one he found necessary often, and exercised it for the sake of observation. Vallen stationed himself near the entrance, to the left if you entered and at the corner. He was perched that and served quite quickly by a Twi'lek server, Vallen's thoughts diverged.

"Water..."

She left and it was good, Vallen did not desire although he was corruptible. He placed his mind to his spontaneity, and his eyes served as a medium to the contemplation. He called upon the force as if to listen, or perhaps simply read people. He did this quite casually, and perhaps wouldn't even be noticed. Needless to say, his attention was full. The girl dropped off the water and left him be without disturbing, and he sipped it as he observed.

[Nathaira]

Among the clientele of the cantina, sitting at the bar, there was a youngster whose general appearance and apparent demeanor would had given her an air of frailness anywhere else in the Galaxy, not in Korriban. She had arrived there ten minutes earlier and was already hitting the bottle as usual, however unlike the times she dragged someone along, she was usually rather quiet while drinking in solitude. Despite her drinking habits, her few years of experience had taught her to be always be aware, specially in places such as this.

When the shady Devaronianasked for water she couldn't help but start laughing out loud while looking at him - it didn't matter how many times she heard it, or the fact that Korriban wasn't famous for its humidity, every time she heard someone asking for water at such place, she couldn't contain her laughter. It couldn't be helped, with her upbringing, anyone ordering milk would command much more respect and the fact that most of the patrons had that 'built tough' air to them while asking for the said water, only made it more hilarious before Naná's eyes.

[vallen]

Vallen would have been lying if he tried to say he didn't notice the girl cackling away as she sat at the bar guzzling down her beverage. He found it odd that such a young girl was at the bar, but then again, he had seen more unnatural things and so he simply brushed the thought away as a simple medium to conversation in the future. As for the laughter, it hardly bothered Vallen even after considering the fact it was directed towards him, as the reason for the laughter was trivial at best---the comical product of a child.

He was not far from her, as where he rested was adjacent to the sharp curvature of the bar before it extended towards the back of the room. And so with just a few feet separating them, his thin red lips parted and he spoke with a slithering accent: "Am I humoring you?" He inquired with another sip of his water, not only conversing with her but observing her as well. He could feel the strength of the force within her, as well as the scent of the dark side. As to the extent of her training? Well, her age spoke for itself, although Vallen guessed there was room for prodigy force-users among the sith. With odds such as they were, he chalked her up to being a little girl barely coming to know the force. He could teach her, perhaps, though only briefly as to display domination.

[Nathaira]

It was childish indeed, in many ways Naná was still but a child, in that, on that could be rather laid back in her own way. Her laughter slowly died out and after rubbing off a tear that had started to form on her right eye, she answered, still seeming as if she would start laughing again any moment. "Why sure you are! Water... Is that all you drinking?" She took a sip of her own before continuing. "Thats pretty pansy of you..." She had water too but she didn't go into a cantina to have some, the reason individuals like him did it was beyond her limited comprehension. She could only find it weir and thus funny and motive for her mockery.

"What about it?" She said not really trying to be challenging. "Might as well not do silly stuff if you don't like people laughing at you. Or at least look like someone who would actually do what you are doing." She finished the rest of her drink in one go, letting out a satisfied and a booze stinking sigh afterwards. Why does everyone have to be so stuck-up around here. If there was something she missed of her old life, were those moments are places like that very cantina, with the only difference of having patrons to whom she could relate. These people, for a lack of a better term, were all aliens to her and she had tagged along with actual aliens back at Lianna City.