"Pssht! Drama queen..." Meena snarled as she watched the man storm out. But wait... so he hadn't been there to arrest her after all? What?!<br/><br/>The confused officer blinked her eyes, wondering what had happened before wishing a good night to Meena and walking back to his office. She stood on the ramp for a moment, making sure that no one was on her platform anymore before walking inside her ship and closing the ramp after her. Well, after that miserable conversation, she was far from drunk. Her whole night of drinking had been ruined. Amazing how anger could sober her up, although she knew tomorrow morning she would feel the weight of her drinking again.<br/><br/>She got out of her clothes and fell into her bed, burying her face into her pillow. This was something to digest. He hadn't been there to arrest her for anything, which meant that he had really come to her only because he needed her help. His brother had been captured, or whatever he had said. Meena really couldn't find much sympathy in her empty heart. Her own brother was in jail, had been over ten years and she dared to say he was having it worse than anyone on Kessel. I guess she shouldn't have complained today, for the sake of her own brother. Ketill would have been pissed off at her attitude. Still, it wasn't like she was 'okay' after seven years of Kessel. It wasn't like she could just forget how close to insanity she had been, how so incredibly dead she had been, mentally.<br/><br/>But perhaps she should.<br/><br/>Turning on her side, Meena closed her eyes and decided to try and get some sleep. It was late. She really wanted to go eat first thing in the morning, get a beer to deal with the hangover and then watch people play Sabacc while smoking. Yeah, that sounded like a wonderful plan.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>"...and then I was like BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" The smuggler demonstrated his shooting while standing on his chair and entertaining his friends. "And all the Corsec who had been aiming at me dropped dead in a blink of an eye!"<br/><br/>Meena tried to contain her laugh, while observing a game of sabacc that was taking place at the same table. She had thought about joining but since the bets tended to be high, and her skills in sabacc were not, she decided to just sit and watch while waiting for her beer and herb cigarette to arrive. It was early in the evening, as she had slept late and had a late lunch before joining her colleagues at another cantina.<br/><br/>"Fascinating." She commented about the smuggler's story as he sat down and grinned at Meena. He was a male human, recently out of prison much like Meena. "I know." He said and laughed loudly, patting her shoulder. "So how's the business today, dear? It's getting really difficult to do your thing, you know what I mean?"<br/><br/>"Ugh, tell me about it." Meena moaned in disgust. "You wouldn't believe who I just ran into last night."<br/><br/>"Who?"<br/><br/>"The investigator who put me in prison."<br/><br/>"Oh really?" He seemed intrigued all of a sudden and scooted a bit too close to Meena, making her lean back a little. "Did you talk to him?"<br/><br/>"No, I just stood there and stared at him." She spoke, irritated. "Of course I did. In fact he said he wanted to talk to me, because he needed my help."<br/><br/>The man nodded slowly and smiled a clever smile. "Oh, of course. He just needed a little... help. How did you get out of Kessel again hmm?"<br/><br/>Meena slapped the back of his head and he howled in pain, but did not apologize for his foolish innuendos before adding: "Tell me, is he at least good looking?"<br/><br/>"It's not like that!" She hissed, grabbing the hair on the back of his head. "I thought he was going to arrest me. Besides, I really hate him."<br/><br/>"Alright, I'm sorry! Sorry!" He said finally so she would loosen the painful grip she had on his head. "Did he tell you what he needed help for?"<br/><br/>Meena let go of him and gave him a terrible glare before answering: "Something about his brother. He seemed pretty desperate, even offered me 7000 credits. Sheesh... That's not the right price if I have to work together with someone as foolish as him. You know?"<br/><br/>"Absolutely. I wouldn't be able to stand someone like him." He agreed as their drinks arrived. Meena took a sip from her beer before lighting her cigar. He stirred his cocktail for a moment, hesitating, but then spoke: "Nonetheless, I think you should at least consider helping him, especially if he's willing to pay. You work alone too much and after Kessel, you know how that affects people? Even if you hate him, at least you'll have someone to talk to for a little while." When there was no reaction from Meena, he decided to dig a little deeper. "What would Ketill do, I wonder? He's probably not even alive anymore!"<br/><br/>Meena jumped up suddenly, her eyes wild with anger. "How dare you even suggest that!" She snarled and without further ado proceeded to smash her beer glass straight into the side of his head. He managed to react just in time to cover part of his head but still earned several deep cuts. This angered him as well and before others knew it, the two of them were engaged in a full-fledged brawl, throwing each other against other customers and tables while trying to land a successful punch.