[center][b]Paradise[/b][/center]

Sirka had ended up heading to the nearest bar to their hanger, with her sister tagging along with her. They had split up from the Mandalorians for now, though she had no doubt they would be meeting back up again when it came time to report to Koren. Sirka was somewhat surprised that Delni had not ran immediately back to their room, considering that she was still wearing that revealing ensemble that Elias had given her, though it was not as if she stood out, considering that they were not exactly visiting the highest-class bar on Paradise. 

Sirka took a seat as best as she could next to Delni at the bar, and ordered something for the both of them. They were different types of alcohol, naturally, considering that anything Sirka would normally drink would probably end up giving Delni a repeat of the last debacle. "So, sis, I know everything worked out and all, but, uh, let's avoid any repeats, alright? No more drinking yourself under the table and getting yourself kidnapped."

"Yeah, yeah." Delni replied, rolling her eyes as she took a drink. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

Sirka gave a low, rumbling laugh. "Oh, how could I ever? You've given me enough ammunition to last for [i]years[/i]."

Delni grunted. "Sure, yeah. That's fair, perfectly fair. But, uh, I can fight [i]fair[/i] too, you know?" A sly grin crept across Delni's face as she took a small sip of her drink and looked to Sirka out of the corner of her eyes. "Because, you know, I happened to learn about a certain, what might you call it...event, that happened last year in that little club...with that pair of Gungans..."

Sirka coughed for a few seconds after accidentally inhaling some of her drink. "Say what? How in the blazes did you learn about that?"

There was a definite, smug expression on Delni's face while she continued to sip her drink. "I have my ways. I've been just [i]dying[/i] to share the story of how my sister lost a few thousand credits, and her favorite blaster. The details are just so...interesting. Why, I especially think people will like the part where..."

"Fine, fine, I get your point." Sirka relented. "We'll call it even." 

There was something of an extended silence between the two after they returned to their drinks, and into their own thoughts. Sirka had to admit that she was genuinely worried about meeting Koren again. She had performed not one, but essentially two jobs for him on Circumtore, but she could not admit to knowing exactly how he would take it. Some employers liked a hire who could use their own judgement and initiative, while others demanded blind obedience. Koren did not seem like the kind of man who would be so stubborn, but she did not really "know" for sure. In the moment, Sirka just wanted to get her mind off of it. She flicked out her nose tongues to take in the veritable sea of scents around her. Most were too mixed and indistinct to have much meaning to her, but there was the stronger scent of a Weequay right next to her, who had sat down on the seat just to her left. She had the feeling he was a bit curious, based on his scent, though she could have been mistaken. 

Sirka gave a slight, brief nod towards the Weequay. "Hey." She said simply, without any real positivity or negativity to her tone.