inyri forge - star wars - milliwaysishbarthing
It's been a few weeks for Inyri and she was sure she'd never even get to come back here.
But as she walks through the door (in a trance like state, completely and utterly high on whatever Zekka happened to be supplying that week), she smiled slowly and vaguely.
Her fingers skate across the tops of chairs as she wanders up to the Bar to get something to drink. She's so far gone at the moment that she's stopped hurting (for there are bruises dotting around her neck and at her hairline and her lip is split and she holds herself with care, like her ribs hurt. Zekka did not appreciate the way she acted the last time she was here and she was punished for it).
A cup of caf appears at her fingertips.
But as she walks through the door (in a trance like state, completely and utterly high on whatever Zekka happened to be supplying that week), she smiled slowly and vaguely.
Her fingers skate across the tops of chairs as she wanders up to the Bar to get something to drink. She's so far gone at the moment that she's stopped hurting (for there are bruises dotting around her neck and at her hairline and her lip is split and she holds herself with care, like her ribs hurt. Zekka did not appreciate the way she acted the last time she was here and she was punished for it).
A cup of caf appears at her fingertips.