May the Fourth Be With The All Skate

[jedi_interrupted]

The bar shifts, or it changed when no one was looking, and now resembles a certain cantina popular with the villainy and scum, as well as more upstanding folks. The air is dryer than usual, and a taste of grit and sand just hangs in the air. It just makes you want some blue milk doesn't it?

Has your character changed? Perhaps...who can tell? The Landlord I suppose but they aren't talking.

[ooc: HI and Welcome to a Star Wars themed All Skate, the best way to celebrate May the Fourth! Party style post. You do not have to interact with any of my characters to play.
The Rules are simple:
- This post, and any post with the subject heading ALL SKATE are open to everyone.
That means old characters, new characters, retired characters, doubles of characters, original characters, non-canon compliant characters.
- We will all play nice and adhere to Wheaton's Law: Don't be a dick.
- Gratuitous behavior, either of a violent or sexual nature, will not be tolerated in the Comm. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
- Communication is paramount. Everyone's keyed up, let's just have some fun.]

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[mane_event]

He drops onto a barstool a short way down the bar from her, giving him the space to stretch his arms out along the bar without getting into personal space, back the the bar itself, facing but angled just slightly to her.

"A good time's better than any other sort." By definition, kinda.

[paintedpromise]

She smiles a little wryly.

"I think sometimes a sleepy time is better than a good one--but catch me in a few hours and I'll probably agree with you again."

Considering she's covered in dust, a couple cuts, and clearly barely missed getting actually injured with a blaster shot or two... yeah, it's only long training that's keeping her polite and poised and awake and not being extremely grumpy that anyone's being rowdy near her.

A few hours of nap will definitely fix that problem.

Right?

[mane_event]

Simba can take a hint.

He turns around slightly to face her, smile turning rueful. "Does that mean you're leaving?"

[paintedpromise]

She considers that for a moment.

"You know? I don't think so, not yet." She smiles at him. "Just because I'm not good company doesn't mean I don't want to see the people who are."

She looks back at the crowd, a little wistfully. It really would be nice to have energy for that sort of thing again. Or ever. They aren't sure yet but she's reasonably certain she won't get to party like this anywhere outside Milliways any time soon.

She takes a very large gulp of tea and has to shake her head after. "Besides," she adds, "I need more tea." Lots and lots of tea.

[mane_event]

Simba brightens up, and instantly instructs Bar to keep her supplied with tea, because hey, he's being the host tonight.

"You don't have to be on the dance floor to be good company."

[paintedpromise]

Honestly, she appreciates that. Now that she thinks of it, trying to access her credits at home is probably traceable. She is definitely not used to thinking about that.

She laughs a little. "That's very good. I generally apologize to people's toes on a good day. I'm reasonably certain I'd break someone's ankle if I set foot out there right now." Probably hers, which would be inconvenient. That's not important.

[mane_event]

There's definitely an advantage to the cash-only life, even if the disadvantage is that he'll be broke again tomorrow and eating pickled space-worm.

"I don't think that's true," he says, giving her a quick all-over glance. "I figure you've got the look of someone who only breaks ankles if she wants to."