Drunk Realities  Part 1  Summary: When Atton and Sienna, the
exile, have a bit too much to drink, words are exchanged...
perhaps with more truth to them than expected...  Disclaimer: I
don't own Knights of the Old Republic, Star Wars, or any of this
stuff except for the name Sienna Vaas, my exile. x) Don't sue
me. I'm innocent!   Atton slammed another cup of the strong ale
down on the table and turned his glance over to Sienna, sitting
next to him, still drinking her fifth drink. He observed her, as
closely as he could, his vision started to get a bit bleary from
his six drinks.  Her blonde hair caressed her face lightly, and
she showed no notion of being drunk, except for the fact that
Atton knew she was. Back on Telos she had had four cups of a
less strong substance and was wobbly. This stuff was much
stronger. And this was her fifth drink. Her blue eyes were
staring straight ahead, as if she was thinking.  How can she be
thinking? Atton thought to himself. If I think any harder than
this I'll die of a spli