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It was about mid-day when Ceva woke up, though ‘regained consciousness’ may have been a more appropriate term. Staring at the ceiling for a moment, she blinked a few times and wondered why things felt ‘off’…then she realized she wasn’t looking at the ceiling of [i]her[/i] apartment.

Bit by bit her memory can back to her, piecing together what she’d done. She’d just finished brokering a small arms deal with some low level Crimson Dawn, and had just been paid, so she went out to celebrate. A few drinks led to some dancing, which led to some more drinks and some Slick; that led to her making out with a young Togrutan woman, which then led to the apartment Ceva had just woken up in.

Feeling the weight and warmth beside her, she was tempted to go back to sleep for a bit longer, but decided against it. Slowly extricating herself from the bed, Ceva padded around the room and got dressed. Once fully clothed, and taking a moment to check that she hadn’t lost any smaller items, she slipped into the hallway. Making her way outside, she took a small hit of Slick and lit a Cheroot, blowing a fragrant cloud of pink-ish smoke into the air and she stepped onto Woln’s streets.

Yawning, she rolled a shoulder to try and work out a knot, before looking about to get her bearings before taking off on foot. [colour=30852C][i]Should hit a terminal, see what’s up.[/i][/colour] She thought, heading in the direction of her favorite watering hole. [colour=30852C][i]First, breakfast and a drink.[/i][/colour]