How about Streets, for August?
"... then we'll finally get off this rock."
August had heard it so many times before, and the ending "we'll finally leave Pandora" was a common one. He hadn't yet heard of anyone who'd managed it. Sure, some of the corporates came and went, but that was different. They weren't Pandorans. They were from elsewhere, and they went back to elsewhere.
August cleaned another glass and set it aside. He'd had the same dreams once. Make one big score, and get off this planet. Where to? Eh, he'd wasted too many thoughts on that when he was younger. Most of the time it became "doesn't matter, except not here."
That big score never came. How much would it even take? 'Course, some said if you didn't have money, you had to have friends, powerful friends, corporates or Vault Hunters, and August knew there wasn't any chance of that. He'd never seen anyone like that walking the dusty streets of any Pandoran town.
So he'd settled, kinda, but so what? At least he had a roof over his head, a little extra money, and, recently, a girlfriend, and maybe that was all he could expect, but it could be enough.
His face lit up when Sasha entered the bar, and she smiled at him. More than enough, he thought.