The Copper Hideout was far from being a hot spot on Cloud City. Located in the mid levels, a literal middle ground for many people who could afford to get out of their regular settings, upper scale money or street brats, one could find a wild mix of locations and opportunities in this section of Bespin. Alienor navigated all levels of the City depending on her mood and needs; and she appreciated the privilege she had. One reason she liked this cantina was how it was off the beaten path, and had outstanding music, for whoever appreciated loud and aggressive versions of softer music from a multiplicity of species.

It was also a good place to discuss things in relative privacy.

Sitting in one of the back booths, next to her mate, she sipped on her ale, sparing a glance at him. She couldn't help grinning because she knew that she was most likely to be found outside of luxury than he was, even though his past as military and since then as legal and illegal businessman, had had him venture into many unorthodox places. She often thought that moving from one circle to the other with grace, ease, and sometimes a knack to get into the craziest trouble, must be a Tankreyd thing, based on some stories her parents had told her, and how her cousin Baska had lived since a teenager.

She scooted closer to Tonyh and bumped her hip into his.

"Let me guess, next time you pick where we get the drinks," she teased.