WEDNESDAY STARTERS
@mandogold asked:
❛ so this must be what ‘ordinary’ looks like. ❜
“I suppose it is.” He says, tilting his head to the side as he surveyed their surroundings. “Though I’m not sure it’s such a bad thing.” He raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. The cantina hums with life around them. Just beyond the walls, the town bustles. It’s not so much that this place has been untouched by the Empire; everywhere has. In spite of everything, the suffering, the lives lost and given readily, everywhere has. It’s more that it’s being ignored. It’s ‘safe’, at least for now.
That’s enough.
He sets his cup down, looks up at the newcomer. The Force was telling him she wasn’t one to be taken lightly; He wished, not for the first time, it would listen when he rolled his eyes at it. It won’t. It also won’t listen to the ‘Thank you, Master Obvious’ he thinks as he takes his eyes away from the stranger. Mandalorian, obviously. Well-experienced, if the way she carried herself had anything to say. Interesting, then, that she was here. There weren’t many Mandalorians left wandering the galaxy. What was one doing here?
But there were manners to consider. He’d been raised better. So he gestures to the seat across to him - dangerous, perhaps, to draw any kind of attention to himself, but his curiosity was getting the better of him once again.
“If you don’t mind ordinary, can I buy you a drink?”















