Sangria And Sin

Eshana started getting a little suspicious of things when Cuyan kept passing all of the obvious places to eat and entertain oneself on what she supposed was the Wet Deck. But he was still on delivery, so she told herself that the goods had to be for one of the ritzier, or more private members of their clientele. But when she caught sight of the elaborate mansion that ended up being their de facto leader’s destination, her suspicions only grew. There was something about the place that just screamed that it was entirely unsuitable for the young mirialan that accompanied her.

So, as Cuyan disappeared into the establishment, Eshana reached out to hold Lynris back. “Maybe we should leave Cuyan to his own devices here, Lynris,” she suggested. “We’ve passed plenty of good-looking places to eat on our way here, and this place looks like it’s a little… out of our price range anyway.”

It was a vague excuse, but hopefully Lynris would accept it and leave it at that.

The girl was old enough to make her own decisions, sure, but there were some things that could wait a little longer to be discovered.

Lynris eyeballed the restaurant's as her and Eshana walked the same way as Cuyan. The smells were enticing, though some were not. Lyn did not care either way, as long whatever she put in her mouth tasted good. Sometimes travelling even taste did not matter as long as it filled the stomach.

Lynris was not paying too much attention to actually following Cuyan until Eshana had stopped them. JD let out a weird chirp. She glanced up at the building he had entered and she furrowed her dark brows in confusion.

Oh.

She felt her face flush when she realized where they were though she wasnt sure why, it did not bother her. Still, she looked away and gave a forced laugh from embarrassment.

"This was not, uuh, my best idea I've had. Clearly." Lyn said and there was a soft but awkward pause before she let out another laugh. This time it was girlish and full, laughing at the weird situation she had gotten them in.

"Maybe The Mad Mythosaur is a better idea? Though perhaps you should be making the decisions this time."

She paused once more and looked at Eshana and grinned playfully. "That is unless you're wanting to stay but I'm getting actual food."

Archais stepped into the Sangria and Sin and remarked at the atmosphere. He'd spent more than his fair share in the odd tavern from the Core to the Outer Rim, but they'd been metallic surfaces and sharp corners. This had a more rounded feel, wooden upholstery, golden ornamentation, and had the feel of a planetside estate versus a spaceborne establishment. It was a distinctly homely feeling, which served well to mask the carnal pulse he felt on the air. There was more than met the eye to this place, although he had more pressing concerns facing him at present.

He strode the bar rail, grabbing an empty seat and slapping his credit chit on the surface in front of him before waving a hand to the bartender. He coughed a moment before remembering to direct the Force to his vocal chords and called out.

=Archais=
"Something hot to eat and a drink, friend. Need to see someone about a ship to the Raxus system."

Archais takes to the offered food and drink with gusto, recalling that it had been a long few weeks on meager ships' rations following a years-long drift in the carbonite. The moment the smell of the day's special hit him, he nearly attacked the plate and savored the hearty mouthful followed by a cool drink with a tea-like flavor, which he found to pair particularly well. He turned to offer the bartender a word before realizing she'd already drifted off - but not before leaving a data cylinder at his plate.

Re-asserting his table manners now that the immediacy of his hunger was satisfied, he wiped at his mouth and sipped at the drink again before taking the data cylinder and inserting it into his datapad's port. After taking a moment to load, the screen displayed a list of details regarding a freighter that was docked at the station - apparently called "The Rock" - and would be departing in short order with a scheduled stop at Raxus Prime.

Convenient, that, he thought.

After seeing to the last of his meal, Archais pushed the credit chit forward and departed the bar, bound for near where he'd arrived on the station just a scant hour previously. He noted a being he wasn't familiar with walking the same direction, and opted to strike a conversation.

=Archais=
"Hail, friend - you wouldn't know the location of an outfitter on this station? A weaponsmith, perhaps?"