notajedi (notajedi) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-19 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | cordelia chase, darth caedus |
One a tipsy, two a tipsy, three a sexy...am I slurring my words?
Who: Darth Caedus, Cordelia Chase
What: A night at that kinda nice bar far away from Hyperion
Where: That kinda nice bar far away from Hyperion
When: Late evening
Rating: TBD, probably high
Caedus was uncertain of what to do, for the first time since he had assumed the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith. Then again, it was not every day that you died facing a psychotic witch, and then came back to life. After due consideration, and confirming that his daughter was safe, Caedus decided to go to a bar. A few drinks of alcohol could hardly do much harm at this point. For whatever reason, Caedus thought that it was a likely reaction his father would have after a near-death experience. It was oddly comforting.
After a few pointed questions to his corporate minions, he had come to this bar. It was a nice, clear bar, quiet, a few tables, a few games of Terran origin, one of which involved sticks and balls on a table, conveniently placed a bit away from the bar itself. It wasn't too noisy or rowdy, but it wasn't hostile either. Just a normal bar.
Caedus sat at the bar, pondering what to drink. His experience with drinking at Terran bars was rather limited, after all.