padmeonline:
Padme had entered tentatively into the club, her hands balled at her sides, ready to turn into flames–or icicles, whatever might protect her if the NPC’s decided to turn on them. Or if someone got a little too handsy on the dance floor. She wandered around for a bit, greeting those she knew, taking the drinks bought for her, dancing with a few friends, then she wandered off the floor, downing the shot in her left hand while waving to another friend with her right. Minerva. “No wine tonight?” she teased, sliding into the booth beside the girl and kissing her cheek in greeting. “Hi, Pretty Thing.”
a warm chuckle bubbles out of her as padme kisses her cheek. “ah, no,” she calls over the music, shaking the glass in hand, lightly, disrupting the amber liquid residing in it. “tonight calls for something a little stronger, i’m afraid.” everything had been different since the battle, since the injuries she sustained during it. she’d endured another trauma which she had to wash away however she could. whiskey was proving to do the trick. it had hardened her, a bit. she could feel it, but she couldn’t stop it. “how about you, beautiful? i didn’t peg this as your scene.”










