Thread: Salvage Rights (Survivor00 & Romantic[Dream])

Glauren leaned against the grimy wall as the lift rattled noisily on its way up to the Cantina. She could already smell the faint stinging odor of cheap alcohol and smoke. Not that it was a problem to her she had grown up in places like this, jumping from station to station all her life. Even before she reached the outcrop, she could hear the vulgar beats of rage metal. Not something she was a fan of, the music was just too grating on the ears and mind. Possibly surprising for her appearance, the salvage captain was a fan of Nu-Opera. Much more calming to listen to, especially on the long voyages through backwater space. The lift door clanked open, and she was assaulted by the roar of the music. Definitely a Kerrak singer? She calmly stepped into the Cantina, flicking her eyes around the bar, just in case there was anyone who wanted to make trouble. She kept her hand away from the holstered pistol she wouldn??t draw it unless the situation arose. It was the standard lot of faces, a Trenian bouncer huddling around the jukebox, various human hunched over their drinks and credit notes. She noticed with curiosity the Nallian, who seemed strangely out of place given the surroundings. Although she could see that she wasn??t the happiest of the lot. Stepping over to the bar, Glauren dropped down on a stool and pulled out a number of credit notes, slapping them down onto the bar. ??I??ll take a Nova.? She said plainly to the bartender, a human, and one that looked like he could rip your arms out, if the Trenian didn??t do it first. The man nodded without a word, grabbing a few bottles and expertly pouring a shot of clear liquid into a glass. Without missing a drop, he added another liquid, resulting in the drink taking on a powerful blue color that almost seemed to glow. He passed the drink to her, and she handed him the credit notes. Glauren lifted the glass to her lips, counted silently to three, and swallowed the drink in one gulp. Instantly, her insides were smeared with fire, white-hot from her throat to her stomach. She clenched her hands into fists for a few seconds before setting the glass down and clearing her throat. The bartender returned to take her glass, and she looked him over with some scrutiny. ??You look familiar?? She muttered, cracking her neck. He looked back at her, just barely a glance as he cleaned the glass and returned it to a counter. ??I??ve worked other bars before,? The man rumbled in return, ??You??ve most likely seen me there.? Glauren shrugged, that seemed the most logical explanation, and thought nothing else of it. Salvaging had taken her to all sorts of places. She passed over another couple of credit notes, ??I??ll just take something light this time.? The bartender simply nodded and filled her glass with an amber-colored liquid that was highly sweet to the taste. She felt the presence of the person sitting down beside her before she glanced over in the direction of the Nallian. It was rare to see one in a backwater system like this. She paused, turning back to the bartender. ??Make that two.? Trading the notes for the second glass, she stood from her seat and walked over towards the booth the Nallian sat in, sliding the glass in front of her before taking a seat across from the semi-aquatic alien. ??Here. You look like you could use a drink.? She said calmly, quickly panning her eyes across the bar to make sure there were no threats. A couple of thugs?but she??d keep her eyes on them.