The bar was fairly quiet as night drew in. Elena sat alone at the table which Vega had so many times inhabited, now feeling as though it belonged to her in his departure from the Empire. She let her hand fall into the claw marks cut into the surface of the wood, tracing the line which they ran upon with her fingers. With her other hand, she rose a drink to her lips and took a sip before sighing quietly.
"Sssooooo bored.."
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