Viva's eyes roamed the bar taking no mind to her companions stiff posture as she continued to hang off of her. The bar was typical for the lower side of town, just a few blocks over and across from where she started- the classism striking on every planet with the poor tucked away out of sight just a stone's throw from the rich or even modestly wealthy middle class. While this one was relatively well kept, a dive was a dive and the local patrons were the same kind of seedy bunch found in bars like this across the galaxy. Creepy, skeevy, and more than just a tad shady was the norm in these parts... but people gotta live and they gotta eat, and Viva respected that tenacity wherever she found it. 

"Please Selen," Viva said as she gave her a gentle shake, before removing her arm to snag the drink the enterprising bartender had placed before them, "Call me Vee. We're friends enough for that now yeah?"

The beer wasn't too bad, sour but not oppressively so, but it still caused Viva to wrinkle her nose as she drank and she gulped it down with a disgusted grimace, "UGh, how can you drink this. I mean sure it'll get you drunk but god at what cost? Vodka is the way to go, no taste and you get twice as drunk." 

"I know a place on Gelid 5," She continued running her finger around the rim of her glass, "Miserable planet but they had the most fantastic hot-spiced vodka cocktails you'll ever have. We should go sometime, if we ever need to make a pitstop in the arse end of freezing nowhere."

"Why'd you pick this place anyway?" Viva cut herself off darting a look at Anora before returning her gaze to the room, "Cause we should probably head out and get back to the ship. I don't know what you did, but if looks could kill that surly looking fellow would have us out an airlock in a heartbeat."

The gentleman in question was nearly hidden in the gloom of the inner reaches of the bar, which was quite dark for an open air establishment although that was probably on the account of the brilliantly bright day it was outside making everything not as dazzling bright seem to be cast in stark shadows. The glowing red light of the end of the man's cigar made the lines on the man's face seem even more grim as he glowered in their direction. He had the look of a merc to him to Viva's eyes- his posture screaming trouble and a foul temper... and they seemed to have been caught at the wrong end of it.  

Swallowing another sip of poor beer, Viva made a face that was only half because of the bitter taste, this could be trouble.

 "Come on, Let's head back to the ship and go before he- oh shit, here he comes," She yelped and slammed her drink on the table, "Quick! Act casual."
 
 And with that she practically threw herself into Anora's lap and draped herself over her with the put on air of a barhub floozy, cooing and snuggling her head against Anora's neck.