Sevan Anderson watched his lifelong friend weave though the Cantina towards him. As a waitress Lyonti was used to all the stares she received, many of them far less respectful than her brothers. A group of clones who had been drinking for the past hour made a grab at her but she slipped gracefully away and finished bringing Sevan his drink.
Nodding to the clones he asked, "Any problems Ly?"
Rolling her violet eyes she answered, "Nothing I can't handle." She smiled, "How was your shift?"
It was his turn to roll his black eyes with green flecks, "If the foreman fell I wouldn't help him up." Seeing her concern, "But nothing I can't handle."
A nod and she squeezed his shoulder before heading back to the bar. Both knew he would look out for her as she worked her shift. He would be sitting at his table, nursing his drink all night but could moved surprisingly quickly if anything happened. And they would walk back to the little house they shared at the end of the night, with him waiting for her in the back alley.
Lyloni always told him he didn't need to, but he always did. They had each others backs yesterday, today, and forever. And deep in the back of his skull a need roared at him. Tonight, he had to do it tonight.