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[sup] The Shaggy Yak Pool Hall, Somewhere on Mars [/sup][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
Xaara’s thoughts about the Shaggy Yak Pool Hall were expectedly critical. The Martian establishment was what Poole had described as a “dive bar” and for some reason, the group decided it was a place they wanted to spend their much needed off hours at. The blue-haired woman wasn’t a person to drown her sorrows away after a string of failures, though that did describe her predicament, but rather move on and prepare the ship for the next job in the solar system. But Xaara had been once described as “some sort of a teetotaler” so what applied to her didn’t exactly apply to the rest of her crew. But her disdain of the Shaggy Yak Pool Hall was not uniquely the byproduct of an anti-alcoholic bias; between the putrid stink of poor upkeep, the disposition of the occupants, and the ancient audio system that constantly stuttered there was a lot to dislike about the establishment. But she had little choice after being convinced to do so by one of the other members of their bounty hunting collective; which was rather uncharacteristic of the female pilot considering she typically stayed on her ship and did the rounds on it until it was in order and everyone was ready to book it off-planet. 

As she took another cautious drink of the water she asked for she kept her eyes and ears open. Knowing that dive bars led to trouble was a condition of her profession and she wasn’t exactly new to it. Trouble could rear its ugly head at any moment and anytime -- and it usually did.

[i]Why did we even come here?[/i]

The thought made its way into Xaara’s mind as she saw Jeremiah losing himself at the bottom of a bottle for the umpteenth time. The rest of the group save for Poole and Lynnette had affectedly decided to do things that could’ve been done in the safety and privacy of the Absolute Magnitude. She didn’t understand the appeal of interacting in such a place. In fact, she likely had words to whoever decided to visit the pool hall in the first place. But for the moment she pushed her thoughts and grievances aside, thinking it better to deal with it until someone got bored of the smell of cheap narcotics and poor hygiene. She could stomach it for the time being.

It wasn’t long until that exact precedent was given to her. After an amount of lengthy conversations Poole had returned to where Xaara had decided to seat herself and made a nonchalant comment about going to the bathroom to relieve himself. It was her window due to the fact how he said it. “We should leave soon.” was not something Poole usually said when he thought they should move on a normal day. It was something he said when trouble had reared its head and he was going to [i]deal[/i] with it; it meant that it was probably about time they readied themselves to leave whichever planet or space station they were currently in. 

[color=8084A9]“Yes.”[/color] She replied, acknowledging Poole’s attempt to be somewhat discreet, as she had heard the comment before many times. As she screwed the bottle cap on to her water she looked at the rest of the team, whom she would’ve given a nod before preparing to leave the pool hall.  

[color=8084A9]“I’ll be returning to the ship. Don’t forget where the correct docking bay is.”[/color]