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[stuck_mynock]

[ OOM: Mercenaries pick the worst times to drop in.]

Atton enters the bar, apparently deep in thought, watching the floor more than he is where he's going, and promptly trips over a waitrat, crashing into a table, and sprawls out in the booth.

"Meant to do that." He calls.

Botherable.

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[musicintherain]

Well, it gets a giggle from the pale-skinned, black haired (vampre) girl sitting at a nearby table.

[stuck_mynock]

"I did." He grumbles, still sprawled. "Really."

[musicintherain]

"I never doubted you for a second," she tells him, seriously, before starting to giggle again.

[stuck_mynock]

"Good," Atton replies. "'Cause I'm not an idiot. I can see when I'm about to hit a waitrat."

[jedi_exile]

Kira walks by with caffa, and eyes him. "You're so graceful."

[stuck_mynock]

"I know," Atton grumbles. "'S all that trainin' in Echani stuff."

[jedi_exile]

She stands there, craddling the mug of caffa and tilts her head. "What's up?"

[stuck_mynock]

"I ran into a table," Deadpan. "Am a bit embarassed now."