[center][b][i]Paradise[/i][/b][/center]
[center][b][i]Hotel Room[/i][/b][/center]

Delni laid back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling well-after Sirka had gone. She had sobered at least slightly compared to before her shower, but she was still quite intoxicated. She was still in good enough of a state to recognize that her sister had left, and would probably be gone for a while. She didn’t like it, but getting more jobs was one of the reasons she had come to Paradise with Sirka. She kept thinking about her sister’s parting words to enjoy her vacation. Sirka had definitely expected that she would want to get some rest, but the more Delni thought, the more she realized that she was not quite tired. 

After a few more minutes, Delni threw off her blankets and sat up on the side of the bed. She was perfectly able to recognize the fact that she was drunk, but she found herself more curious about it than cautious. She never let herself drink that much, which naturally meant that it must have been someone else’s fault. She did not even remember what the Mandalorian, Elias, had said about the drink, but her thoughts ended up on him regardless. Her sister obviously was not to blame, and there were not many other people left she had spoken to that night. 

Sirka had left her datapad on the table next to her bed, so she did not need to stand up to grab it. She had the contact information for the Mandalorion; that much she remembered. Though, she had to reference the note he gave in order to actually send him an audio message. [i]“Okay, Mandalorian. Be straight with me. What was in that drink?”[/i]