[CENTER][h1][b][color=yellow]ʟ ʏ ᴏ ꜱ[/color][/b][/h1][/CENTER][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=yellow][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]The Falling Star's Cantina[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]4 ABY[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]Lyos couldn't help but to feel disappointed that Oden chose not to play ball, instead being rather [i]intimidated[/i] by the Wookiee that appeared to be demanding the gun from him. [color=yellow]"Yeah, yeah. I hear you."[/color] She replied, holstering her blaster as she followed the Twilek towards where the Wookie and Zabrak had been previously sitting.

[color=yellow]"You know, Yinzeli; one day that curiosity is going to get the better of you. Curiosity kills the Tooka, or so they say."[/color] Lyos remarked, taking a seat at the bar and crossing the upper pair of her four arms. [color=yellow]"Though, I should ask—what brings you this part of space? I figured someone like you would be out causing trouble for the Empire or something, and yet, here you are with us sorry space-drifters, thugs and ruffians."[/color]

Whilst Lyos waited for Yinzeli's answer, she turned in her chair to face the counter. [color=yellow]"Bespin Fizz. On ice."[/color] She ordered, sliding a few credit chips across to the human bartender.[/color][/indent][/indent]