A Seam Within the Galaxy • Kylo Ren

Ch.12

I gnaw on my straw after finishing another drink, only one of many throughout my time in the bar. The drinks stir a warmth in my chest from my inebriation, helping aid my temper by lessening it.

"I think you create better drinks than I've received from any other human." I mention to the droid behind the counter of the bar, starting on another drink as I finish mine. I let out a laugh as I watched the droid pause and stare at me, the alcohol accidentally overflowing from the glass as he had mistakenly let it. "Oh, heavens." he cleans the mess. He's tall, maybe a few inches shorter than me, and a great listener. He had indulged in everything I had told him so far, listening attentively.

"I am programmed to make only the best beverages using exact measurements along with the correct ingredients for each drink, it is expected of me. This is profound to you?"

I shake my head, answering his question and grabbing an ice cube from my drink, crunching on it. "All beverages except for this one, huh?" I snicker through hazy eyes. The droid glitches the smallest bit, his neck jolting as he stares at the mess in front of him. I wave my hand in front of him, reaching over the bar and grabbing the glass as is.

"No problem with this one, it's perfect." I reassure him, licking the side of the glass to clean it, then sipping the excess on the top to avoid spilling more. The drink is stronger than the previous few I had, tasting more of alcohol than of ginger and mint. I smack my lips and click my tongue as the taste causes my mouth to water, urging me to drink further.

Upon entering the bar, I was nervous to be around other people, especially in a setting such as this, involving alcohol. I chose a different area than the one I had visited with Kaz. I guess I was also rather lucky to have a droid behind the bar instead of an actual person, this definitely helped me loosen up, besides how much the alcohol had already contributed.

"Go ahead and start on another one, friend." I add on, slurping up more of the drink. Despite my worry of being poisoned, I knew I was only merely intoxicated. I didn't feel how I did the night with Kaz around, and I definitely didn't have blood pouring from my eyes similar to my time with Commander Ren in the training room. I didn't know how far I wanted to go tonight, nor did I want to count the drinks I had. I just wanted to forget about the interaction I had with Kaz, completely blindsided by her actions. I didn't need a babysitter, that was a total embarrassment to even begin to think about.

I lazily lean my chin onto my hand as my elbow supports my weight on the counter, nursing my drink as I find my thoughts slipping into familiar territory, places I had set boundaries for myself in times like this.

To be completely truthful, I needed to do something other than think of the Commander as well; I established with myself that I needed to eliminate the notion of him being as much as a god my mind had placed him as, he was just a man. A man that was connected to me in some way, I only needed answers from him at this point. Going off of what all the legends had stated, he was a conflicted man on a warpath, ever since his childhood. I didn't need any more of that in my life. Mine was stirred up enough as is. I needed to remember that. So often I had let myself stray from the path I had outlined for myself from such an early age.

Being in this drunk state of mind caused my thoughts to stray away toward my fears and weaknesses, mulling over them until it felt insufferable. This was frustrating for me, how weak and emotional I became once I had a few drinks under my belt.

"I am required to let you know that this is your eighth cocktail of the night."

My head lolls on my shoulders as I peer at him through sleepy eyes. "Gods, what good does that do? Why would I want to know that?" The droid shuffles, grabbing a glass to start my next drink. There were a few other droids behind the bar catering to others, but this one had stuck by me the entire time as I chatted with him.