[center][h1]Ren White[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Central Point[/h2][/center]
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It surprised him a bit to actually meet somebody he knew. Or - an acquaintance at least. God, this woman was everywhere. Ren stared in disbelief at Marinalia. A Star Wars joke - really? Implying Ren was the same as some emotionally unstable, moody character with daddy issues - Okey never mind, Ren was starting to see the picture. 

[color=lightsteelblue][i]"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find a new pilot soon enough, Chewie."[/i][/color] Ren replied back. Two could play that game. Ren's eyes followed Marinalias gaze towards the dance floor, noticing Vika and the guy who helped them out from the Jazz venue. They looked like they were enjoying themselves, but the guy suddenly made his leave through the crowd. Whatever. Ren didn't care. 

[color=lightsteelblue][i]"Drinks. Yes. Let's go."[/i][/color] That was the only sensible suggestion to come out of that woman's mouth today. Well, apart the whole "mock" thing. No sir. Ren needed something strong tonight, he could feel it already. 

He looked around the crowd, trying to figure out which booth that might serve anything - anything at all containing alcohol. Shrugging internally Ren began to walk in no particular direction. One booth for candied apples, one for hot dogs, belgian waffles, all those typical festival foods. Yuck. As he scrunched his nose in disgust, a familiar and very welcome smell hit him. [color=gray]Finally something decent around here![/color] One booth, almost enveloped in a bright halo in Ren's eyes, sold mulled wine! It wasn't much in terms of alcohol, but it certainly was something. Ren pushed his way forward but was stopped by a red haired woman who bumped into him, almost making him spill his coffee. 

[color=lightsteelblue][i]“Yeah, people seem to surrender to a hive mind in situations like this. You should watch your step.”[/i][/color] He replied, a bit surprised that she felt the need to introduce herself instead of just hurrying off with an embarrassed look like most people would have. Ren shook her hand out of habit. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“Ren White. And sometimes I ask myself why I moved to this city too.”[/i][/color] The woman looked like she was shivering, and started walking off just as quickly as she had appeared. Ren stares after her for a bit. Her unusual hair color really stood out in the crowd. [color=gray]Siobhan, huh. Always liked that name for some reason.[/color] Remembering his quest for alcohol, Ren continued towards the booth and bough the largest cup they offered - relishing in the sweet and spicy smell from the warm drink.