Date: 2019-12-24 01:51 am (UTC)
livesfree: <user name=herbskillz> (13)
From: [personal profile] livesfree
Somewhere along the line, Cassian and DJ become friends, or the closest equivalent of friends that DJ can actually have. So much so (and absolutely not because he stumbled upon it by accident), Cassian knows a few pockets of hideouts that DJ uses on top of his usual haunts.

Right now, it's a dingy cantina, the kind that you have to watch your credits in. DJ's a regular (until he decides to move on, of course, or until he decides to swingle the whole place just because he can) and at the bar he's got a rather expensive looking drink.

It's not like he's actually paid for it. He never does, not with how easy it is to slice into their droids and computers. He happens to be glancing around when he sees him--cleanshaven, looking strange, but still good (far better than DJ ever has). Attractive, even, and when DJ smiles he feels a weird twinge of jealousy.

"Look what the cat d-d-dragged in," He greets, and flourishes a ringed hand to the empty seat next to him. He's in need of a shave, and his hair is mussed underneath his favourite hat, but for the most part he's pretty clean. He's come into wealth, recently.
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