As they both strolled through the halls exiting the Gym, both troopers rested their shoulders as they leaned them forward, breaking their posture in an overly tiredly mood. With an unseemly appetite, Luckystar invited Brock to share a meal with her at the cafeteria, which was not far from their path.

“Yeh, I’ll love to join you… The match kind of made me hungry, although I’ve ate since I arrived this morning. But what the heck..” Brock replied unquestionably, while pondering on thoughts… This is a good time to get to know her a little better.

Upon arriving to the cafeteria, both troopers took a moment of thought as they looked over at the menu and took a seat at the nearby table. In a matter of seconds, two droids hasten towards the table and asked them for their orders. Without clear confirmation, Luckystar was the first to answer.

“Lets see here, I guess I’ll have…..” Luckystar pondered as she scratched her head, not knowing what to pick from the menus.

Brock hesitated for Luckystar to make her order, and as she did, he likewise ordered the same and requested Correlian whiskey in addition. In the meantime, both troopers exchanged conversations about each other’s past and things around the subject. When all of the sudden, they were halted by the same droids with their orders at hand.

“Wow, our orders are in that quick…” Brock thought to himself, not knowing the conversation lasted thirty minutes.

Luckystar looked at the clock, and was surprised they talked for that long. On the other hand, she was delighted that her food was ready and hot. She picked up her fork and ate at an impressively fast phase. Brock was kind of surprise on her hunger, that all he can do is grin as he ate slowly without appetite.

At last, minutes pasted and the troopers where filled up, whereas they can’t take anymore, unless they’ll explode. They both rested at the table waiting for a couple minutes to pass before heading out. Brock took the bottle of whiskey, and slightly opened it, letting the aroma flow through the air before he took a chance to pass it through his nose and appreciate the scent of pure whiskey. He grabbed a low height glass; half filled with ice cubes, and gently poured the whiskey as he turned the glass in a vertical position. Brock settled his drink down, and reached for another glass.

“Will you like some..” he asked…