Erin mindlessly stirred her drink with a straw. The conflicting colors of blue and red swirled together into a deep shade of purple with a metallic sheen on the surface. Edible bits of what she hoped was glitter whirled around in the dark liquid like a midnight snowstorm.

'Galaxy's Kiss', the bartender had called it. Interesting.

The first sip made her tongue tingle. It tasted vaguely of jogan fruit and pears, with an extra bite of something she couldn't quite identify. The alcohol wasn't too prominent, or maybe she had just become tolerant of it. Alcoholic drinks on Suvol tended to be very strong for an inexperienced drinker. Erin, however, was the opposite of inexperienced. She had basically become a regular here.

Her gaze flicked up when she spotted a flash of silver entering the room. She paid no mind at first, thinking it was just another random coming in for a drink. Probably some stuck-up bounty hunter or whatever.

He approached the bar counter like he had something to prove, his Mandalorian armor catching the gaze of everyone he passed. His presence made a few customers especially nervous. Some even abandoned their drinks and conversations entirely, choosing to leave instead of staying to find out why he was there.

"What can I get for ya, pal?" The bartender greeted the new arrival, strolling over to the counter while cleaning the glass in his hand.

"Where is Erin Bartula?" The Mandalorian went straight to the point.

The bartender raised a brow. "Erin? Ah, she's over there in her usual spot." He lazily jutted his thumb over his shoulder. "Are you guys friends or somethin'?"

"Not anymore." The Mandalorian muttered, swiftly turning on his heel and stalking over to where Erin was lounging in the corner. He slammed his hand on the table and growled. "I finally found you, you thieving piece of scum."

"F-Fuck." Erin sputtered the word, liquid spilling through her lips as she choked on her drink. She quickly wiped her mouth on her sleeve and slapped on a smile. "Heyyy Mando..." He wasn't amused by the finger guns. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Did you really think you would be able to get away with it?"

"Get away with what?"

"I know you stole credits from me, Erin. I want them back."

"Now hang on a seco-"

His hand reached for the blaster on his hip in a flash. Nearby customers let out various calls of alarm and scattered in fear. Chairs were knocked over and drinks were spilled amidst the chaos.

"Woah!" The bartender's booming voice quieted everything down. "Woah.." He repeated in a quieter tone as he slowly approached the opposite side of the bar counter. "Whatever this is," He gestured between Erin and Mando. "take it outside. I won't have anybody bein' shot to death in my bar. Go on now. Outside."

The Mandalorian's hand hovered over the holstered blaster for another second or two, then he reluctantly withdrew and straightened up. Without another word, he turned and left.

The bar was deathly silent, even after he had gone.

Erin briefly glanced around before slowly getting out of her seat. She started heading for the door.

"Got yourself in bad trouble again, eh Erin?" The bartender teased as she passed by.

"Shut up, Trak." Was her only response as she left the bar.

***

Erin had barely taken one step out of the bar and he was already on her. She yelped as he shoved her against the wall, his hands pinning her shoulders. "Hey!" She growled at him.

"I should kill you right now for double-crossing me." He seethed, his angered expression hidden behind his helmet.

"Get... your.. hands... off of me!" She wrenched herself free from his grip and pushed him back. "I had no other choice, okay! I didn't want to do it!"

"Cut the crap!" He snarled at her, grabbing her wrists before she could run off. His voice then became dangerously quiet. "Why did you do it?"

"Din, I-" She began.

He stiffened a bit. It had been a while since he last heard someone say his name and if he was being honest, he had completely forgotten that she knew it.

Erin could practically feel the shock radiating from him. She laughed and blew a few strands of hair out of her face. "What? Has it been so long that you've forgotten what your own name sounds like?"

Din shook it off and refocused. "Why did you do it?" He asked again, most of the anger having disappeared from his voice.

"I needed the money." She replied plainly, staring at her reflection in his visor. She could almost imagine the look on his face right now. He must be pissed! "It was sitting right there out in the open, so I consider that free game."

He huffed, releasing her wrists and letting his arms drop by his sides. "When? We haven't seen each other since- Wait." He paused, the gears seemingly beginning to turn in his head. Everything fell into place and he knew. "Tatooine."

She grinned widely. "Tatooine, yeah."

"That explains why there wasn't enough when I checked it." He tilted his head back, groaning out of frustration.

"Did you go back and demand the full payment?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Hah!" Erin cracked a laugh, throwing her head back. She couldn't help herself. "I can just imagine the look on that guy's face when you went back in there asking for more money. Priceless!"

"It's not funny." Din growled. "I want my credits back. Now."

Once she was finished laughing, Erin wiped a few tears from her eyes and regained her composure. Still, she could barely stifle her giggles.

"What's so funny?" He demanded, looming over her.

"Well, y'see... I kind of.." She rocked back on her heels, still grinning like a madman.

"Kind of what, Erin?" He questioned, anger sharpening his tone. "What did you do?"

"I lost it all in a bet."

"You WHAT?!"