Nar Shaddaa

This was probably one of his worst ideas of late, and it would absolutely not go to plan. Arsele really had seemed to miss her plum though, the least he could do was arrange a goodbye.

He'd brought over liquor from his ship, a bit of whiskey but otherwise things on the girlier side, and set things up after Arsele let him inside.

All that was left was the arrival of the other two.

Arsele sat at her kitchen table, looking over her datapad. The way her socked foot tapped on the tiles though indicated she wasn't concentrating the best though.

"She'll be here soon." Zane offered with a smile from his place on the couch with his whiskey. "And for what it's worth I think you'll like Luth. She's pretty damn cute if nothing else."

"Hm?"

Arsele looked up and over at Zane, giving a short nod and a noncommittal grunt, "I suppose... Just have a lot on my mind."

"Anything you want to talk about? We should have a bit of time before they arrive." It certainly couldn't have anything to do with what Arsele did with that plum last night.

"Just... thoughts of moving, family... that sort of thing. Was looking over pictures I'd taken since I moved here."

"The rough stuff." Zane murmured as he rose to his feet and made his way over. "Trying to figure out which to keep?"

"Naw; Just thinking over my options for the future. Not sure what that has to do with the pictures, but it does."

"A lady like you can do anything she puts her mind to." He offered as he slipped behind her, putting a hand forward and snapping a quick picture of the pair of them.

"Considering going back home?"

"Ick, no; Anything but that. Though I suppose if I could get to Alderaan anonymously..."

She looks back over her shoulder at him before shaking her head, "...no, not even then I think."

He offered her a smile as she looked his way. "I can't blame you going home is rough." He watched her carefully for a few moments considering a few things perhaps. "Anything else you might have in mind?"

There was a knock from outside - at least one of their other guests had arrived.

Further conversation waa interrupted by the knock, and after leaning in to give Arsele a kiss on the cheek he moved to see who was there.

"Luth." He greeted the woman with a smile. "Glad to see you could make it." He stepped aside to let her on. "Arsele this is Luth. Luth I'd like you to meet Arsele. She was kind enough to host for us today."

Arsele stood up from her chair and offered a small bow to her guest, "Ah, Miss Luth is it? Feel free to make yourself comfortable, even if my furniture is somewhat sparse."

There were three empty padded kitchen chairs, a folded up futon couch, and a few deep armchairs to choose from.

At Luth's side when she arrives is Arali. "Hello, Zane. Hello, Arsele; thank you for having us."

Something tells her this has the potential to get awkward.

Awkward? Never! "Feeling better?" He asked Arali as she entered, moving over to where he had set the liquor bottles on the counter.

"Could I get any of you a drink?"

"Improving, thank you," she offers a tired smile.

"Something mild, please."

"A gin martini then." Z replied before starting to mix up something fairly light and sweet for the plum.

He went a little lighter on the liquor then he usually would, but she had asked for something mild.

Luth returns the bow with a smile to Arsele. "Arsele. A pleasure to meet you, and thank you for your hospitality. And Z, it's good to see you." She considered the option and chose the futon. There was room for Arali on that seat.

In contrast... "Whiskey, neat." She had not been ready for anything about the last two days, and while it wasn't reasonable to drown that in someone else's home, she still wasn't in the mood for mild. The nausea from the infection had finally worn off, at least.

"A girl after my own heart." Z replied with a smile in Luth's direction, pouring her two fingers of Corellian whiskey in a glass. The drinks were passed to Luth and Arali as they were finished, and Z's eyes turned to Arsele.

"Limocello Martini perhaps?" He asked a bit teasingly, as he refilled his own drink.

"Thanks." Arali takes the drink, then takes a seat next to Luth, sipping at it gingerly. She's not quite as hardy as Luth, and her recovery is slower.

Arsele smiles at Arali as she walks in right after Luth, listening to the greetings... then frowning a little.

"Better? Were you mixed up in the troubles last night too then?"

That was meant for both guests.

"Seems they were, they both came by my place earlier a bit worse for wear. Almost made me think of canceling this, but it might be a while before he all get to see each other."

He took a slow sip of his whiskey. "I'm sure they'll be happy enough to tell you more about it though."