Padmé in a bar somewhere out in the universe
Drinking had become a habit. Made it not feel that much. Took it almost away from her eyes as she closed them. It was too early for the people living on this sand planet to be in there. Just the town drunks where in, and her. She didn't mind, she didn't want any company. She had made it clear as she walked in she wasn't a whore or a woman looking for some bed tonight. Just a tired hunter in need for something to take her mind of things. To her surprise it was a woman behind the disk taking her orders. Just as long the glace she had in front of her had some alcohol in it, she didn't care what it was.
She was done, she had the money in hand, the scars to prove it. She had come here to do one thing she had dreamt of for many years now. It was just, she hadn't been out here in this end of the universe to even be close to full fill it. Now she had the chance and she would burry him tomorrow, for real making sure that he would disappeared for real from her mind. It wasn't a happy place. Nobody lived here to be happy, or to live here for the fun or the beauty of the planet. They lived here because they had to.
The reason for people to visit was not many, there wasn't for religion, wealth or the action. It didn't happen a lot here. It was just warm and a place to drink and get loaded for take off two seconds later. Her ship was not the normal to take down here, that was sure. The other ones in the hanger was mostly old and on their way to fall apart, roast was all over them and the people (if you could call them that) was just as their machines. She had only one reason to not hate this planet, and it was the same reason she hated it. It was twisted really. One more drink and she would get of the chair to get going. Taking it all as one she stared at the empty glace.
" You want another one? " The voice of Camille said in front of her. Her head screamed yes, take my scull away please. But her head outside shock it and told her that she had to get going. Leaving amount of what they called money here. Giving her body a second to realise she stood up for the first time since the last couple of hours she had been drinking.
'Oh, this was all his fault!'
The sun was way to strong out side to not wear glasses. They took away a lot of the bright light that just wanted to get to her eyes. And she didn't have to look at the people outside of the glasses, as they didn't se her discussed eyes. She didn't like what she saw. It wasn't what she wanted to find here. Walking towards the hanger, not slipping once. Years of drinking had made her body used to the amount of alcohol that was only normal for drunks.
No one would guess she was the famous Freedom that fought for everyone's freedom, this poor women who drank all her problems away. No, it wasn't those stories mothers told their children every night. It almost made her laugh, so little they all knew about the truth. They didn't know why she turned out this way. How she did it all. What she had done for real. How many nights she had walked to a bed with blood all over her. They had no idea of the truth.
And maybe it was for the best.
Is it really Padmé? eh yeah it's her actually... sorry! but think about it, she have lost her only kid and her life/love Anakin... So give her a reason to not drink...
TBC... ---->