(I’m a nincompoop and didn’t save my post before the update. It’s not exactly the same as it was, but it still has the same idea/feeling. I like how it came out..)<br/><br/>Saersha suddenly felt a moment of doom looming over her shoulder. The way Paskar glared at her with his narrowed dark eyes, her heart sped up in worry, fear, and something else she couldn’t quite pin down. It was as if she’d only really noticed just how large the large man truly was in comparison to herself, and could perhaps use that size different to completely flatten her with the ease of an ant beneath a boot. Perhaps that question<i>was</i>rather personal, but the curiosity behind it had been purely innocent. Surely he’d know that, right?...right?!<br/><br/>Then, all too immediately after, the grin that curled upon his lips and his joking words caused the shaking Lunarian to almost fall like a heap to the floor. She remained standing however, bending over only slightly with a sigh of relief, then taking a seat back down on her stool to rest her trembling legs. Truly, she was an absolute mess.<br/><br/>As Paskar continued on with his story, Saersha listened with intrigue. Indeed their reasoning for coming to Osirus was rather similar, but still so very different. “I’m sorry. What? You mean there are those who would rather choose to end their lives?” Her face hid nothing of her incredulity as her mouth gaped and her brows furrowed. “To die in body, or to die in social standing? Who cares about social standing!? It’s absolutely asinine.” She knew all too well about the importance of social standing as well. Her tribe had its hierarchy, most of it dictated by which family one was born to, sometimes by one’s accomplishments, but never simply by one’s character. “Absolutely asinine,” she repeated, her voice a bit lower as she huffed and turned to look away, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration. “Personally, I think you made the right choice. Not the cowardly choice. You knew your worth and value alive, separate from them. That’s admirable in my book.”<br/><br/>Another sigh came from her before she looked over at him with a shrug, and a more thoughtful expression. “Though, admittedly, I could also be projecting. My leaving also likely caused a big hit to my own social standing, but death wasn’t the alternative option...though if I returned after leaving everyone, I may as well be dead to them.” The Lunarian’s eyes became distant as she swiveled herself around to lean her elbows on the bar, staring at the bottles of liquor upon the back wall. It only just now hit her that she would not be welcomed back home, simply for wanting to explore the universe, to learn about other worlds and the people upon them. She knew there was more to life than simply what her tribe deemed important, but that’s all they cared about. The realization that she could never return home began to dawn on her, or if she did, she’d be treated as invisible to them, and it put her mind in a less than savory place.<br/><br/>Soon, however, new individuals began to populate the area: a small purple man and his Android, a woman with interesting hair, and another man who...she truthfully could not tell what he was. He seemed easily excitable, and looked to be causing more social blunders than even herself. Or at least close to it, seeing him catch himself before insulting his patrons. If ever there was something to take her mind off of her situation, it was definitely adding new faces to the mix.<br/><br/>And perhaps also some alcohol.<br/><br/>“Looks like you won’t have to be the one to get the drinks after all, Security Paskar.” Saersha turned her head and smiled at the valgaari, trying to bring the conversation back to somewhere light. However, she’d wait her turn to put in an order, as the woman, seeming to be the bartender on duty, was helping the other two gentleman. “Are you able to drink while you work? Is there something I could maybe get for you? I have a few credits still leftover from my trip and I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="809" data-username="@Obscene" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/809/">@Obscene</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="7101" data-username="@Sero" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7101/">@Sero</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2760" data-username="@ChronicRoot" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2760/">@ChronicRoot</a>