Lost in her thoughts, silence her only friend in this time of turmoil, the woman more or less ignored the wild banter and drunken (in another term: horrible) humor being thrown about. This cantina, the Silver Tongue, had been her only friend for the weeks past. The only place she could come to to lose herself in her thoughts, in her mind. Delusional she may be, thinking that being in a loud cantina would help her think, she enjoyed it. Being drunk or some other form of inebriated always helped her thought process, even when surrounded by the crazies of Eyesore.

But it was a voice that broke through her supposed-to-be-impenetrable wall that brought her back to reality. "Come on Jae it's me." That phrase alone made the increasingly violent woman want to throw a punch towards her... what were they anyways? Though she kept her left hand wrapped gingerly, almost protectively, around her small glass of whiskey.

"Wha' are ya doin' here?" Came the growl that rumbled deep in Jae's throat, her normal, already rough alto tone failing to come out any where close to happy. Jae kept her eyes on her drink, which was half empty... or half full. It didn't matter to her either way, being one to never really play on either side of optimism or pessimism. The glass itself looked appetizing, the disgruntled and already quite drunk woman actually thinking of ingesting the glass. 'It'd feel better than dealing with this bullshit.' It was a terrible thought, yes, but the woman had been through much. Maybe too much. Her brain was slowly deteriorating with the drug use, the drinking and the overall need to kill. 

Having been away from the army for so long had left the woman blood thirsty, ready to jump at the first opportunity of death being dealt from either her pistol, her blades or her bare hands. The blood lust had even begun to scare her a tad bit; another reason for her more or less constantly drunken or high state of being.

"Looks like I'm going to need to find a pretty lady with a ship. You interested?"

"...Feh." The snort was loud, obvious and spit riddled. She raised her glass to her lips, enjoying the feeling of the burning liquid as she took a large gulp, finishing the glass. Not a moment after she set it back down on the bar was it refilled. "Thanks, Jeeeeeves." The slur was also obvious, as was the nickname.

The bartender simply smiled and rolled his shoulders, quite used to the shenanigans of the ex Senior Sergeant by now.

"Ya dun nee' me, Hav." A short 45 degree turn and she face Havock, lifted her left hand and poked the other woman on the nose. Despite the playful drunken antics, the look that was plastered all over the blue eye'd woman was nothing short of threatening.

This was life for the woman now. A drunken Pirate with no where to go.

It was a blurr. The moving, the walking, the half being carried onto her own ship which she barely even recognized through her half-closed and lazy eyes. It happened so quickly, the woman could barely protest, nay- she didn't protest being put in her sleeping quarters and laid down on her bed. For minutes, that seemed to drag on into hours, she lay awake, staring at her ceiling through those lazy eye lids, contemplating whether or not she should even attempt the crazy task of sitting up and once again becoming coherent to the rest of the world. But no, instead she finally allowed her eyes to close the rest of way, her chest only rising every so often, her breathing slowed to almost a stop.

Slowly, the woman drifted off into the sleep that her body had been wanting so desperately.

'Find her.'

I'm trying...

'Find her and make her pay.'

She will pay.

'She took something from you.'

...

'Find her. Kill her. Make her paaaayyy.'

The darkness swirled about her eyes, lifting slowly as her conscious mind was coming back and touching ground once more. With a shudder, she rose quickly, with a start, the darkness dissipating into her mind. Jae sat there, hunched over herself, gripping her forehead with a hand as her skin glistened in a cold sweat. The breath leaving her lungs was labored, shallow, quickened by the shivers that struck her body. It took minutes for the woman to calm herself down, to stop herself from going into yet another panic attack. Her hand remained on her forehead, gripping tightly, her other hand gripped the sheets of her bed, twisting the light material around her fingers.

"Frack." The single word fell from her lips as finally her breathing calmed. The shivering came to a slow stop as she relaxed her arms, bringing them to her sides once more.

"Have another dream about your mom?"

The voice didn't startle the woman, instead Jae calmly looked towards the doorway of her sleeping quarters. There, leaning against the frame of the opened sliding doors was Havock. Jae quirked a brow, looking at the other woman with a questioning gaze. "What do you think?"

Havock only chuckled and shifted her position against the frame. "Hey now. A hang over is no reason for an attitude."

"Feh." The attitude was obvious, just as Havock had stated a moment before. The look that was plastered on Jae's face was one of annoyance, regret and fear, and yet with a simple shake of her - as if she were trying to rid flies from buzzing about her head - her normal stoic expression was replaced. Jae stood and pulled on her jacket over the simple tunic she had been wearing. Quickly, she fastened a leather belt to better hold her pants up, and sheathed in the back of it was a dagger.

Havock's lips twitched with question as she saw this for only a split second. "Packing protection all the time now?"

"I'm a spice dealer. It's kinda needed." The response was cold, quick and quiet from Jae as she moved past Havock and towards the cockpit. "Where are we going?"

OOC:

Sorry it sucks. I forgot what we had said we'd do with this xD I'm also a little hung over. Haha.