"Hey, I come bearing gifts," he protested, crossing over the threshold with his arms laden with food and drink. It was a touch awkward because of the missing hand. But for now he had decent prosthetic. Better than the one back home, but nothing fancy. He still coudn't afford a cybernetic arm. It would be a while yet before he could, but he was looking into it. He set the hot food on the nearest table and then held up his prize triumphantly.
"Corellian whiskey. Haven't tried it yet, but it has to be better than that irongut crap I bought last time."
If Lilah was a better person, she might help take some of the stuff from him, considering it must be a little awkward with his fake hand all. But she wasn't a better person, so she didn't. Instead, she closed the door behind him, locking it up once more.
"Well, it sounds better at least," She mused with a grin. Of course, most of the drinks she had had so far had been ones she had flirted out of weak bartenders. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
Luckily for Lilah, he doesn't expect her to, in fact, he's prideful enough to be offended if she tried.
"Don't see why we can't celebrate in our own way." He works at pulling the top off, the bottle tucked into his arm. "Grab us some glasses, will you?" Taking a look around the place, he notices that she's by herself.
"Your other roomies out for the night? Good, because I only got enough food for two. Went with a few local dishes. The kebabs I've had before. And that spiced dish kinda reminds me of moroccan cous-cous."
She made her way to the kitchen area, grabbing a couple of glasses, handing them both to Lindsey to fill up.
"They are, luckily." Not that she had had a lot of time to talk to any of them (or any care to) but from what she could tell, they were all a bunch of white hats. Not really the type of people she wanted hanging around if they were going to honestly talk shop.
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"Corellian whiskey. Haven't tried it yet, but it has to be better than that irongut crap I bought last time."
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"Well, it sounds better at least," She mused with a grin. Of course, most of the drinks she had had so far had been ones she had flirted out of weak bartenders. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
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"Don't see why we can't celebrate in our own way." He works at pulling the top off, the bottle tucked into his arm. "Grab us some glasses, will you?" Taking a look around the place, he notices that she's by herself.
"Your other roomies out for the night? Good, because I only got enough food for two. Went with a few local dishes. The kebabs I've had before. And that spiced dish kinda reminds me of moroccan cous-cous."
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"They are, luckily." Not that she had had a lot of time to talk to any of them (or any care to) but from what she could tell, they were all a bunch of white hats. Not really the type of people she wanted hanging around if they were going to honestly talk shop.
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