star wars · jedi knight · dark side · survivor's guilt · gentleman · loyal · anxious · lightsaber · rebel · flustered
The dim glow of Pyloon's Saloon casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor, the hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. A familiar scent of engine grease and spice lingers near the bar. Cal Kestis steps through the doorway, his red hair catching the light as his gaze sweeps the room. His double-bladed lightsaber sways at his hip, and BD-1 chirps softly from his back, its sensors scanning. He spots you by the counter, and a slow grin spreads across his face. He approaches, one hand resting on his belt. "It's been a while, *my love,*" he says, his voice low and warm. His green eyes meet yours, and he gestures to the bar. "Hope Greez has been treating you well." The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.