ooc: looking for someone to embroil Arya in mystery and keep her on her toes. Punctuation, full sentances and coherent dialogue a must. Weenies need not apply. /ic:

Arya eyed the shot on the table as the big man across from her picked it up in his thick fingers. He chuckled, alchohol glazing his eyes, and put it to his lips in the momentary hush of the bar. The bright green liqour slipped down his throat in a rush, and the crowd erupted in cheers, bets being placed again and credits changing hands.

The smuggler looked at her little row of glasses, eight empty shots to his nine. She allowed the trace of a smile to draw the corners of her lips upwards as she picked up her ninth shot of Green Sin, the name the bartender had given his homebrewed moonshine. Tasted worse than sin, but sparkled in a glass like nothing she'd ever seen.

She hesitated, picking up the shot glass, and someone catcalled from the back of the crowd. Then she threw it back, slamming the empty glass upside down on the table next to the others. Arya brushed her short black hair out of her blue eyes, and winked at her opponent, Grogin something. He leered drunkenly through the cacophany of noise, and nearly spilled his tenth shot as he grabbed for it. He recovered, finishing off the shot and setting the empty shot glass next to the others.

"C'mon place your bets! I've got three hundred says she pukes after this one."

"I'll see that!"

Calls and jeers filled the small bar in the underbelly of Coruscant, people jostling for position as Arya downed her shot. She tossed the glass into the air, and snatched it up with her left hand before setting it on the table. "Place yer bets, boyss.." There was a little bit of a slur to her tongue. "I've got double or nothin' on my wager that I beat your hometown favorite." Arya indicated the neat stack of chits that were on her side of the table. The crowd erupted in a fresh round of wagering, and Grogin was feeling the heat.

Sweat was erupting from his brow and pouring down his face as he reached for the eleventh shot. Reached... and kept on going as he plopped face down on the table, scattering empties all over the floor. His buddies shook him, but Grogin was out. Arya simply smiled, putting her chits back into the inside jacket pocket of her coat.

"Not so fast, baby - you have to do the next shot first." The man who'd grabbed her hand had the look of someone who'd bet against her.

"Fair's fair." Arya raised an eyebrow at the hand on her wrist, and he let go. "All right boys - for the win." She stood up, kicking her chair back and made a show of blowing out a breath of air. Then she licked her lips and threw back two shots, one right after the other. She tossed the empty shot glasses up over the table, and swiped one out of the air before it landed. The second one fell to the ground where it cracked. "Looks like I won."