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Evaan Verlaine ([info]gold_three) wrote in [info]snapthread,
Evaan Verlaine and OTA (MW)
It wouldn't have been exactly fair to say that Evaan had been drawn by the scent of alcohol. After all, she was still a typical-ish sort of human even if she didn't come from this 'Earth' everyone had talked about. No, it was probably a little worse than that. She'd seen the post about the bar going up and while she hadn't done anything more than linger on it or check back every so often, she had been keeping an eye on it and the progress of their work. Once it was finished and people started drifting in, Evaan found herself going back and forth on joining them.

She hadn't had a drink in ages, not since Chandrila, or maybe before that, her memory of the nights she spent there were fuzzy at best. She hadn't been truly social since rejoining the Navy either, at the time everyone had been full of questions, mostly having to do with how she'd been impeached after punching Jora Astane in the face. Her fellow officers may have given her a pat on the back for punching a species purist, but Astane had still been an old woman and it hadn't looked great in the holos. The whole thing had caused herself to isolate herself a bit, but now, here in Starklandia, it wouldn't be a concern. No one knew and as long as she didn't tell anyone, it would stay that way.

So maybe one drink wouldn't be so bad. What was the worst that could happen? She might end up having more than one and tell everybody about the time she punched a bigot in the face? She could deny it ever happened later. That she might get a little too buzzed and let Stark have a look at her weapons? That wouldn't be such a problem, as long as he didn't blow himself up. It wasn't like she was wearing her blaster that night anyway.

It was fine. It was all fine. She could manage only one, right? She slipped past several of her new neighbors and went to the bar, deciding then that maybe two drinks would be okay as long as they had something decent. Surely Earth knew about decent alcohol, right?


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