It had been some weeks now since his face had been seen around the Greater Jedi Order, and no doubt rumours were beginning to spread as to why he had been absent. Already he knew that some had caught wind, somehow, of what had kept him away. He knew, for one, that she knew, and if she did then the one she shared a life bond with would know too. Undoubtably, Xazor would have taken his excuse for absence as a move against the bonds they were beginning to build, and truthfully he could not blame her.
What he had done was inexcusable. In a selfish attempt to preserve his own life, he had gone behind her back and engaged in a rather lewd evening with the Sith Witch Sorsha Kasajian. The choice he had been given was either this, or combat – to the death – with the great Sith Master Ogre Mal Pannis. His reasoning then was that dead he would be use, so the small sacrifice of an evening of pleasure with Sorsha and her cohort would be a minimal fee to preserve his life. Only now did he realize how foolish he had been.
And so he pushed the door to the bar and grill open, slowly ambling through as the door caught the tail of his jacket on the way in. A few glances touched on him before looking away in fairly obvious distaste; he did not blame them. He carried on still though, towards the booth which he frequented so often, and allowed himself to slip down with a deep sigh into the chair. The waitress didn’t even approach him, for his melancholy radiated even to those who were not adept in the force. His head buried into his hands, his own self pity absorbing him, Dasquian wheezed out a damp sigh.
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