Though usually 'worse' had the decency to keep the lights dim. Still, she leads the way through the bar, dodging the occasional stumbling patron or remains of shattered glass on the floor, until they make their way to the bar. Fortunately, the bar's not too busy, and they get their order quickly enough - Jawa juice for Kanan, bantha milk for Hera (no drinking before piloting), and skewers of roast dune lizard that Hera's hopoing is something like the meat the Jawas had been sharing last night. The smell, at least, is promising.
With their places collected up, "Maybe it's a little darker in that corner?"
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Though usually 'worse' had the decency to keep the lights dim. Still, she leads the way through the bar, dodging the occasional stumbling patron or remains of shattered glass on the floor, until they make their way to the bar. Fortunately, the bar's not too busy, and they get their order quickly enough - Jawa juice for Kanan, bantha milk for Hera (no drinking before piloting), and skewers of roast dune lizard that Hera's hopoing is something like the meat the Jawas had been sharing last night. The smell, at least, is promising.
With their places collected up, "Maybe it's a little darker in that corner?"