[ jyn lifts herself onto a stool by the bar, looking much the same as ever (her customary dishevelment shows little additional wear and tear, given her starting point of dark-rimmed eyes and darker clothing). features settled in neutrality, she waits patiently for poe to return with a free drink, idly removing her gloves and slipping them in her pockets. she keeps her satchel strap in the cross-body position, with the bag itself on her lap beneath the bar. valuable cargo today (well, relatively speaking). and she has no desire to steal the same thing twice.
her schedule at shades darker is far more erratic than his own. when an opportunity arises, she moves. and when called, she goes. some weeks, she spends days away from the establishment itself, out casing a place and awaiting the perfect moment for supply acquisition (theft, darling). the week of the bomb, jyn has been pursuing a rare vintage at the request of one of koralle's vip clients. there are few bottles left and only four within the walls of olympia, presently (not like to be more, with suspicions running high on shipments into the city). three, if the bottle weighing down her satchel is for consumption and not decoration. it's nothing like forging documents in imperial space or jacking a petty dictator's ship, overflowing with clever weaponry, but the work is diverting enough for jyn.
her collector will arrive within the hour to retrieve the bottle, but she intends to catch up with poe in the meantime. few other staff and even fewer patrons linger in building. the red light district doesn't normally pick up until night falls, after all. perfect time to discuss more confidential matters, isn't it? ]
poe. early evening. day after the explosion.
her schedule at shades darker is far more erratic than his own. when an opportunity arises, she moves. and when called, she goes. some weeks, she spends days away from the establishment itself, out casing a place and awaiting the perfect moment for supply acquisition (theft, darling). the week of the bomb, jyn has been pursuing a rare vintage at the request of one of koralle's vip clients. there are few bottles left and only four within the walls of olympia, presently (not like to be more, with suspicions running high on shipments into the city). three, if the bottle weighing down her satchel is for consumption and not decoration. it's nothing like forging documents in imperial space or jacking a petty dictator's ship, overflowing with clever weaponry, but the work is diverting enough for jyn.
her collector will arrive within the hour to retrieve the bottle, but she intends to catch up with poe in the meantime. few other staff and even fewer patrons linger in building. the red light district doesn't normally pick up until night falls, after all. perfect time to discuss more confidential matters, isn't it? ]