JD's was too noisy, and Diamante's too fancy. Neither would suit what Desmond was after in that instance, which was to relax, have a drink, and share a bit of interesting news with Daniella. An unexpected side profit had come from their contract, even larger than the contract itself. The YT-2400 they had stolen to transport the cargo was sold at a bargain to someone, to offload it quickly, and the pair came into a nice sum of credits. It allowed them to put their contract earnings towards the necessities, and celebrate with the extra profit.
After turning in the contract, he headed down to Aya's to await Daniella with a datapad he had purchased with some of their extra credits. He didn't order for her, unsure of what she would want to drink, but he did procure himself a whiskey on ice. His eyes drank in their surroundings, a plethora of people from all different species scattered and conversing. In some cases he could pick out Vaago employee's, like a blonde armed and armored, no doubt a Bounty Hunter, conversing with what he assumed was a Falleen. Server droids and moderately clothed waitresses roamed the establishment, providing drinks to the patrons, and the occassional meal.
The air itself was stale, not from smoke, but recirculated and purified oxygen. A large viewport showed ships docking into the various hangar bays, and he could have sworn even from where he sat he could pick out the bay holding his ship. Sweeping a hand back through his hair, he pushed the long front strands back behind his ear on his right side, glancing off towards the door to espy the petite tattooed girl he called partner.
After turning in the contract, he headed down to Aya's to await Daniella with a datapad he had purchased with some of their extra credits. He didn't order for her, unsure of what she would want to drink, but he did procure himself a whiskey on ice. His eyes drank in their surroundings, a plethora of people from all different species scattered and conversing. In some cases he could pick out Vaago employee's, like a blonde armed and armored, no doubt a Bounty Hunter, conversing with what he assumed was a Falleen. Server droids and moderately clothed waitresses roamed the establishment, providing drinks to the patrons, and the occassional meal.
The air itself was stale, not from smoke, but recirculated and purified oxygen. A large viewport showed ships docking into the various hangar bays, and he could have sworn even from where he sat he could pick out the bay holding his ship. Sweeping a hand back through his hair, he pushed the long front strands back behind his ear on his right side, glancing off towards the door to espy the petite tattooed girl he called partner.
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