Location: Bar
Time: 1600
Characters:
Sola
Syla
Izek(as background character)
Syla was, to be frank, quite tired. Not physically... but mentally. She had just gone through the exhausting task of dealing with leaving home, arriving on this strange vessel, dumping her posessions to her cabin's bed and making her way to the closest location she could relax with a drink or two.
It would've probaly been a better idea to stay in her cabin and wait for her cabinmates like a good little passenger... but Syla did have a habit of refusing orders. A trait that did get her in to trouble on many occasions while proving quite useful on others.
The bar itself was quite generic. Suprisingly similar to those anyone would've gotten used to on Wera, actually. It was still quite brightly lit... but the night was young.
Syla was wearing a low-cut dark red dress. It was too small and short for her, but not too much. Some would say it was just accentuating her body... while others would argue it looked just too small on her. A matter of perception, it seems.
The woman herself was sitting on a bar stool her legs semi-delicately crossed, chatting to the bartender who had identified himself as Izek. They hadn't met before, and neither of them were interested in each other in any signifigant manner. But both needed the contacts.
The conversation had went on a while, but the man had needed to get back on his work. And so Syla got back to checking the scene.
Time: 1600
Characters:
Sola
Syla
Izek(as background character)
Syla was, to be frank, quite tired. Not physically... but mentally. She had just gone through the exhausting task of dealing with leaving home, arriving on this strange vessel, dumping her posessions to her cabin's bed and making her way to the closest location she could relax with a drink or two.
It would've probaly been a better idea to stay in her cabin and wait for her cabinmates like a good little passenger... but Syla did have a habit of refusing orders. A trait that did get her in to trouble on many occasions while proving quite useful on others.
The bar itself was quite generic. Suprisingly similar to those anyone would've gotten used to on Wera, actually. It was still quite brightly lit... but the night was young.
Syla was wearing a low-cut dark red dress. It was too small and short for her, but not too much. Some would say it was just accentuating her body... while others would argue it looked just too small on her. A matter of perception, it seems.
The woman herself was sitting on a bar stool her legs semi-delicately crossed, chatting to the bartender who had identified himself as Izek. They hadn't met before, and neither of them were interested in each other in any signifigant manner. But both needed the contacts.
The conversation had went on a while, but the man had needed to get back on his work. And so Syla got back to checking the scene.