Another Day

[havenn]

Haven entered the Cantina and looked around it was a vibrant place with music going on and people drinking their livers full. Haven was in his suit as he just landed on this planet to get some materials to fix his armor up after this job he just pulled. He never cared much for coming to places like these but he really didn't have much else to do.

With a sigh he fixed up his shades and went to the bar "Hey bartender, get me somethign strong." He looked around and saw some of the women in very revealing clothing "Great" he said with a slight blush as a human woman past him wearing almost nothing. He took a drink from the glass the bartender poured him as he tried to listen to the music playing.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Officer Shakka'dawana of the Aldera Police Department was off duty, and doing her best to relax in one of the three establishments near the space port that she frequented. This one had the best beer. Another had the best cocktails, and the third was the cop bar. But sometimes it was nice to not talk shop and to simply have a drink in peace.

Well, relative peace. Being good-looking had a few downsides. Especially when it came to drinking alone in bars. Of course it was compounded by the fact that she dressed the typical way you'd expect of a Twi'lek female. Tight low-cut pants, and a rather minimal shirt that showed off her flat stomach. It was the same black color as her uniform, she liked the contrast with her orange skin.

Of course she did have a black leather jacket on over the top. She needed that to cover up the B-44s Enforcer blaster pistol she carried, both on duty and off. It had a low profile and was pleasantly compact compared to other designs. And it felt damn good in its place right there.

Shakka looked up to see a human man walk into the cantina. He was blonde, tall, muscular, and wearing a rather nice suit. He also looked rather ill at ease with himself. She noticed the way he blushed at a scantily clad serving girl.

One of that type.

The poor bastard sat at the bar right next to her. Barring the unforeseen, he was probably going to blush the minute she said anything to him. Which was why she did her level best to ignore him and chose instead to flag down the bartender.

"I'll have what's light on tap."

---

Ervisa Therani found herself on Alderaan again. It had never been her favorite planet, but by the same token it was far from the worst. She liked a little fun, a little danger. Alderaan was safe and peaceful, quiet so much of the time. She liked a little action.

She took a puff of her cigar as she stood in the doorway, surveying the room and trying to settle on a location. There was a human and a Twi'lek at one side of the bar itself, and a few booths. She decided on an empty one of those in a shadowy corner.

The Mirialan ex-Jedi tossed down her duffle and flopped onto the cushioned seat, kicking up her feet onto the table and thumbing through the menu.

Real food tonight? Maybe, maybe not. Her coffers were quite full thanks to a marathon session of gambling she'd been up to all hours of the previous night conducting. She'd fallen asleep on a park bench and stayed there all day. The nice thing about Alderaan was no one waking you up or stealing your stuff.

The not-nice thing was their policy on weapons. She'd checked her blaster at the proper government office. No sense tempting arrest. However, she'd always been able to skate by with her lightsaber. She wasn't about to be completely defenseless.

She settled on a 'Corellian Run' and sat back, content to watch the comings and goings of a Cantina on a weekday night.

[Deleted]

Dorian found himself walking through the doors to the Cantina, he had finally broken away from his duties and paid for a shuttle to Alderann for some peace. He surveyed the room quickly taking in as much detail as he could, "Alot of talent here, maybe i'll get lucky." He thought to himself eyeing a few scantily clad women. He needed a drink and a woman to sate his desires so he could allow the memories of death to melt away from his subconcious.

He wore his usual dark blue jacket and pants lined with Dramassian silk, the light fabric swayed with his lithe frame as he strode along the bar, the Revolver holstered beneath his jacket adequately concealed. As he passed the Human and Twi'lek sitting at the bar Dorian made a point to brush his arm against the Twi'lek's back just to get a reaction.

He nodded to the bartender and ordered a beer before looking about the room, he noticed a woman sitting alone in the back where it was darkest and a small grin formed across his lips. Slowly Dorian made his way toward her, as he passed women who caught his attention he made a point to compliment them however crude the compliment may be.

Finally reaching the woman he nodded to her and sat without a word, he took his first swallow of the beer then wiped the remaining liquid from his lips letting out a satisfied Ahh. He studied the woman from across the table staying silent waiting for her to attest to his presence.

[onish]

Gasan had spent a pleasant day on Alderaan, it was a favorite place of hers to visit. She found its artistic and relatively happy inhabitants to be inspiring, especially after the particularly grueling week she had had back on Coruscant. Everyone was so uptight and suspicious there. Still, it was a good place for her to be if she wanted to keep pace with what was going on in the galaxy.

She walked into the cantina while reflecting on the sights she had taken in today. She'd also spent time with some of her artistic friends talking craft and debating art history and technique, it had been a lot of fun, but she had not managed to convince any of them to come drink with her before she caught a flight back.

She had, however, collaborated with them on tonight's attire. Her purple hair styled in a high and elaborate updo that clearly required lots of hair wax to attain. Large and bright decorations pinned into and hanging from it. Her lips are painted sparkling gold, her eyeshadow matching and brought far out to the sides of her eyes, long fake lashes, shimmering powder atop her clevage. A tight, glittering dress with asymmetrical cuts, such as having one sleeve and the other side off the shoulder. Chunky jewelry and ankle high boots with stiletto heels.

Taking in the patrons now, letting herself pick up on the general feel of the place. Mostly an afterwork crowd looking to relax and unwind. Not her first pick but not bad, better than the surly types back on Coruscant after another session has let out with out any progress and probably the best she's going to find on a weekday.

Decides to head to the dance floor first and draw a little attention Zeltron style, never buys her own drinks if she can help it.

[sparrow]

Normally, Zarene Yin hated bustling cantina like the one she was in now, but a girl had to eat, and this one had been one of the least bustling in the area. When she had entered, she had immediately identified and made a beeline for the most out-of-the-way table in the darkest corner, away from the noise and the commotion. She placed her order quickly, a fairly simple main dish with some kind of small, sugar-covered pastry for desert. Zarene did like her sweets.

Alderaan was, of course, not a planet where one would normally find a Sith Apprentice, but some assignments were a little too important to leave to lackeys and agents, so here she was. As she waited, she sat back and scanned the room, identifying entrances and exits, looking over the various patrons for potential threats. A woman with greenish-yellow skin kicking her feet up on a table seemed to have a lightsaber on her belt. Or was it a hydrospanner? Her current body position made it difficult to get a good look, and in the interests of laying low, Zarene was not about to venture closer to find out.

She had made sure to hide any visual indicators that would mark her as a Sith Apprentice. She had carried neither her lightsaber or her pair of heavy blasters tonight. In fact, at the moment, Zarene had no weapon on her person at all, and wore no combat armor. Instead, she wore a green dress with a high neckline, with a lace glove covering her mechanical hand. A face veil kept the scars on her cheek and neck hidden from view, and a wide-brimmed hat kept her face shrouded in shadows. Just a well-off young woman who valued her privacy, which was completely true.

But if her plan had been to go completely unnoticed, it appeared that she had failed, as a middle-aged man who apparently also liked dark corners made his way across the room towards her table, beer in hand. At first, Zarene attempted to ignore him, hoping that he would notice her not returning his nod and go away.

But he didn't. For a moment she visualized herself leaping across the table, grabbing him by the neck and snapping his spine, but she quickly pushed the image away. Not now. Not here.

"A little space and privacy, please?" she asked softly.

(( Koeing, I'm twisting your post a little bit, because Ervisa is in a dark corner, not the darkest corner. Let me know if you object. ))

[havenn]

Haven took a long hard drink from his glass as his gold eyes looked around the cantina hidden behind his blue shades. It was a weird feeling he felt a bit naked without wearing his armor he was so used to. He watched as a Zeltron head to the dance floor and tried not to stare but he watched her hips sway as she walked. He looked away quickly feeling a bit nervous but as he was turning his chair around he bumped into a serving girl casuing her to trip.

"I got you" he said out to her as he caught her before she hit the ground. "Sorry I didn't mean to bump into you" he looked into her eyes as she looked back into his. She soon looked down as well as Haven and his hand was on holding on to her chest for when he caught her. His eye twitched and face went bright red as the girl got back onto her own feet and giggeled. Haven tried to speak "Im s-sorry im not like that really, im n-not a pervert." She winked at him anyway and went back to working as the Mandalorian blushed. He ran a hand through his bright blond hair and sighed "I should have just stayed at the ship and read a book."

He was turned back to the bar "Give me something stronger Bartender." He looked over to his side and saw a Twi'lek and took one look at her and he was flustered all over again. "It w-was a accedent right then" he tried to explain himself again to a total stranger. "I am not one of those guys who does them things" he looked like a young child who was embarissed even though he was in his mid twenties.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Shakka tried not to laugh as the man seated next to her awkwardly groped a serving girl. Either he did it on purpose and had no subtlety, unlike the previous man who had brushed up against her back on purpose, or he was genuinely an awkward person.

"I should have just stayed at the ship and read a book."

She chuckled. Who went into a cantina with that attitude? It was a place people went to relax with a drink, and maybe a little bite to eat. A place where you had a reasonably good time. You could meet other people, make friends or build relationships. Business or pleasure, it all went down in places like this one.

Yes, even Alderaan had cantinas. Alderaan's space port district was much like any other core world, which was why it had the heaviest police presence. But it was still a safe place. The worst you had to worry about was the occasional mugging.

"It w-was a accident right then... I am not one of those guys who does them things"

The Twi'lek police officer raised an eyebrow. She didn't disbelieve him, but his delivery was awkward. He seemed a little too mortified by it, like he was horrifically nervous around women. She'd encountered the type before. It was generally amusing.

"You're bad with the ladies, aren't you?" She clapped him on the shoulder, just to mess with him a little bit. The physical contact from a woman was bound to rattle him a little.

"Take it from me, just relax. Forget you're talking to a girl. We don't bite you know."

She ran a hand over her right lekku as she took another sip of her beer. Why she was talking to him she didn't know. Probably because he wasn't hitting on her. That got a bit old in bars.

Just because she was a Twi'lek didn't mean she was easy.

[Deleted]

He gave her a look that she would recognize he thought she was lying through her teeth, shaking his head Dorian took another swallow of beer before deciding to talk in his hard toned voice. "You don't come to a Cantina for space and privacy my dear, you come for the people and a good time. So how about you relax enjoy a conversation and a drink with me." He glared at her with a look that dared her to protest.

Out of the corner of Dorian's eye he could see an exquisite Zeltron take the dance floor, he couldn't help but make her feel good so he slipped his hand into his pocket to withdraw a few credits. Taking the credits he flipped them with his thumb making an accurate shot landing the credits directly into her clevage. He turned to look at the beautiful Zeltron giving her a wink to let her know who just paid for her drinks for the night.

His attention turned back to the dark woman infront of him, he just smiled and continued to drink his beer, once finished he waved down a serving girl and ordered another beer then offered to pay for whatever the woman across from him wanted.

[onish]

Gasan was enjoying the attention she was recieving out on the dance floor when she felt something plop down into her ample clevage. Familiar enough with money being shoved down her clothing for the question of what not to be a mystery for long. Turning her head she's rewarded with a wink from the charitable admirer. Smiles in his direction and makes a show of extracting the credits from between the soft mounds of flesh with her slender fingers topped with well manicured nails painted brightly.

Notices the male has turned his attention back to an altogether not too inviting looking female. A little piqued by this but supposes he must just enjoy 'the challenge.' Let him waste his time then, at least he'd shown some appreciation for her work. Tucks the credits back into her clevage and makes her way to the bar.

Noticing a rather uncomfortable young man sitting beside an amused twi'lek, she can't help but have some fun. Squeezes in on the other side of him, her hip nestled against his side, leans over him some, needlessly, to signal to the bartender, calling out the rather crude name of a shot, mostly just to make the man cringe at the name.

Gasan wasn't altogher sure tonight was a shot night really, it all depended on the company and conversation. Earlier had been a wine kind of mood, with interesting debates and, admittedly, gobs of snobbery. Perhaps it was all the bottles they'd gone through at dinner that kept her friends from coming to the bar with her. Lightweights.

Ah well, the night would proceed however it choose, it didn't really matter and the shot was a good start. Part alcohol, part energy drink and all night off to enjoy. It was rare, working 2 jobs, that she had an entire day and night off to do with as she pleased. Not that she didn't have fun anyway. It was good to gab with the girls at the parlour and great to work all night at the bar helping everybody forget the day and have a good time. No, it wasn't as crazy as back home, but she was still getting paid to do things she enjoyed.

The bartender was handing her her drink now, she reached over the man's head, letting her chest rest on his neck to claim her drink. Having obtained it she mercifully retreats a halfstep allowing some space between their bodies as she slams back the drink. "Woo!" Sets the empty glass down on the bar.

[sparrow]

"False. People come to the tables for food and to converse with one's own party, which in my case includes only myself." Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but still had a definite edge to it. "If your desire is to drink and bother strangers, the bar is fifteen feet behind you and to the left."

He didn't seem to be paying much attention as he turned around a flipped coin at one of the dancers. Good aim, she observed. Interesting. She lowered her head so that his face was now blocked by the brim of her hat, and consequently obscuring her face from his view as well. But she could still see his hands.

"I have already paid for my food. I do not require your charity."

[havenn]

The blond man laughed weakly as the Twi'lek clapped him on his shoulder "I am not that bad, just not really used to it." Strange how a Corellian would be shy when people from that planet are usually so out going. But this was the way he was raised, on a wheat farm and taught to be humble and modest for a Mandalorian but knows the ways of combat. He took her teasing well "I know women don't bite, I have always been a bit nervous around the other sex."

Not five seconds passed after that when the woman from the dance floor was on the other side of him. Her hip on his side and he looked down at the bar and tried not to blush and keep his cool. He was doing fine but then as the women went to grap her drink he chest was pressed up against his neck. He gulped hard as his face turned scarlet red. His heart felt like it was racing a hundred kilometers a second. As she pulled her chest away he had to take a couple more shots himself to calm himself down.

It was starting to take effect, usually he was more conservitve than this and didn't drink much. He was starting to get a bit drunk. He could hear it in his head, his brothers yelling at him to try and at least talk to these two beautiful women and stop being such a child. He spoke after a few seconds of akward silence as he spoke to them both "Umm yes my name Haven Dragneel" he said with his voice still a bit shaky.

"S-so c-can umm I get you two a drink" he was trying so hard but it must have been amusing to see him try. He was never good at this and truth be told it was much more easy to get into a fistfight with a T'surr than talk to two females. He nodded to the bartender who brought out a few more drinks for them all. He quickly downed his own in order to get that liquid courage.

"I am from Corellia, where you two from if you don't mind me asking." It was true that was his people he was born to but to tell them he was a Mandolrian would just make them laugh as the war loving people had such a shy member.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

The off-duty Twi'lek police officer chortled slightly as the human made the understatement of the year. I have always been a bit nervous around the other sex.

"Nuh-uh? Hadn't noticed," she muttered softly. It was a little sarcastic, but she did that on occasion. No harm no foul. It was just one part of her personality.

Plus, its not like a bit of banter ever hurt anyone. If he didn't like it he could simply ignore her. That wouldn't bother her in the slightest bit.

"Ryloth," Shakka answered the Corellian man's question honestly, just before finishing her first beer. She pulled the second glass towards her, and stared around the room again, noticing all the various occupants. There were several couples at tables, a small slap in the face to the Twi'lek woman.

Try as she might, she could never have relationships last. They always fizzled out thanks to differences. Her first serious boyfriend for instance. Denal. A native Alderaanian. He tried to clean her up, put her in a fancy dress, and take her to the opera or to elite restaurants. She tried to share a tub of ice cream with him on the couch in her apartment. That one failed.

Then there'd been Jabor. A Duros, who'd been a cook at a restaurant. He made great food in her small and messy kitchen, but he constantly wanted professions of love and devotion. He always wanted to snuggle and talk about emotions. He lasted about two weeks.

Then Bril'Amersu. Just when she thought she'd met a decent guy, she realized he was two-timing her. Gutsy move given the fact she was packing heat on a daily basis. Understandably he didn't last.

She sighed. Why was a good man so damned hard to find? It wasn't like her standards were that high. Just someone to physically be there, laugh at her crappy jokes, eat junk food, and watch the holonet with her on the couch. That was about all she wanted out of a relationship.

"But I work here," she concluded.

[Deleted]

He listened to her statement about charity but couldn't understand it, he did not offer charity, he offered to be polite but then again not everyone knew what manners were in this galaxy so he figured he would attempt this one last time before she began to irritate him.

"What i offered, my dear was not charity but to show you respect and to be polite. If you have issue with this then we have a problem, and i don't think you want a problem with me."

He stared at her after finishing the lecture in his rough voice that had a tone to it as if he had endured a thousand years in the galaxy and would not tolerate very much anylonger, especially when it interfered with his drinking.

Shaking his head Dorian gave the woman time enough to answer while he looked about the cantina, he watched the dancer which he had flipped the credits to order a drink and quite purposely shove herself onto a man, the man seemed to shy away and turn red as a Sith's lightsaber. Dorian just laughed and looked around a bit more, in another booth he saw a lone Mirialan woman.

He withdrew a couple credits and this time threw them aiming for the womans forehead to get her attention, they wouldn't hurt much but enough for her to look around. "Come join us!" He called to her hoping she would, she seemed like she might be a bit more fun than the woman sitting across from him who seemed as lively as Korriban.

[onish]

Listened while the human ploughed awkwardly but relentlessly through a greeting. She was impressed, one, that he managed to do it, and two, that his level of inebriation did not help him much.

He offered to buy drinks, which was not something the Zeltron ever turned down. The offer happily accepted, she switched to beer, dressed. Another one down the hatch and at least he stopped stammering so much.

Gasan's eyes made a sweep of him, traveling down and back up, no effort to hide the check out. He was a nice specimen, tall and lean with what she considered to be exotic coloring. He dressed nicely too.

"Ryloth," She heard the Twi'lek respond. This was followed by a short and sudden bout of emotions, predominantly wistful but with shades of other, most likely remembered, emotions. "But I work here."

The Zeltron was used to picking up on such and hardly reacted to it. It was simple enough, having followed the woman's gaze, to guess what spurred her thoughts. And she'd spent enough time at both the parlour and the bar to know the emotional recounting of bad relationships.

What the Zeltron didn't understand was why anyone made such a big deal about relationships. As far as she could tell monogamy created too much unhappiness; it was much better to blithely move from partner to partner.

She then leveled her gaze on the pretty orange twi'lek. Also a nice specimen, very fit and dresses to accentuate her assests, if a little modest and downplayed by Zeltron standards. Gasan wondered briefly if she'd ever considered women. She let the thought pass and addressed the question herself.

"Gasan," she offered as she ran a hand through the man's bright blonde hair and to the side of his cheek allowing her fingers to linger a moment before pulling her hand away, the unruly mop had been calling to her and she wasn't one to resist urges, "from Zeltros naturally, but I've been slumming it in Coruscant for a few years now."

She leaned back against the bar and took a drink, content to schmooze there for now. Curious how the human will handle two such beautiful ladies and equally curious how the downtrodden with love Twi'lek will handle her presence with a viable male around. Gasan believed this could be fun.

[sparrow]

"Respect," Zarene muttered slowly, as if contemplating the word. "Is that why you won't respect my wishes and politely leave me alone?" She listened to his next sentence, "I don't think you want a problem with me," and her eyes narrowed. Was he actually trying to threaten her? Glancing at the utensils that were placed in front of her, her hand slowly moved towards the fork, with its four little points. She grabbed it tightly as she silently cursed her luck.

So many other empty seats in this place and he comes here... I wish Gabby were her. She always knows how to deal with these types. She actually likes these kinds of places.

Bloody hells, is he calling more people over now?

The woman he was shouting at was the same one Zarene had noticed earlier, the one with the greenish-yellow skin, who carried something that at a distance seemed suspiciously lightsaber-shaped. Her luck really wasn't giving her a break today.

"What is it that you want with me? Just bloody spit it out and be done with it instead of trying to act like some smooth-talker."

[havenn]

He listened to the Twi'lek as she told them she was from Ryloth and was working here on the planet. She seemed a bit sad and he really didn't know what to say to make her feel better. "Must be a good job here" he really had nothing else to say but he was trying.

Not to soon the other woman ran her hand through his blond hair which caught him off guard. He blushed as her soft hand went down and touched his cheek as he looked up at her. It was easy to see he was nervous but behind the blush he liked her playing. She told them her name was Gasan. "N-nice to meet you Gasan" his shades fell off his face as he looked at her with his golden eyes. He quickly got back his composure as he put his shades in his vest pocket.

He looked around nervously as his bow tie was beginning to choke him. He put his hands up to his neck and took the tie off and unbuttoned the top of his white shirt and unbuttoned his vest as well so it wasn't on so tight. Now with his cloths more loosened he felt a bit more at ease. He let out a sigh of relief as he took grabbed his glass and took another shot.

The booze was making him more comfortable around the women a bit more. "So I guess I'll tell you two a bit more about me." He thought for a second "umm grew up with 5 siblings, and I recently got out of the hospital for getting into a fistfight with a T'surr." He laughed "I won but I had heal up for a few months afterwords." He smiled "But now I'm just drifting in space, in my ship alone."

He looked at the Twi'lek "Why don't you tell us more about your job?" He was interested in her and she was very beautiful. He checked her out but as he moved around some the top of his Mandalorian skull tattoo was barley visible underneath the collar of his shirt for Gasan to see on his back. He then turned to the Gasan next "I would love to here more about you as well." He smiled "You both seem so interesting" he only had a few drinks so far and this only proved his was a lightweight. As he looked at her his eyes slowly traveled down as they looked at her chest, he looked at her soft mounds of flesh but he shook his head and blushed again as he caught himself "S-sorry didn't mean to look."

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"umm grew up with 5 siblings, and I recently got out of the hospital for getting into a fistfight with a T'surr." He laughed "I won but I had heal up for a few months afterwords." He smiled "But now I'm just drifting in space, in my ship alone."

One eyebrow went up. Fistfight with a T'surr? Obviously he wasn't about to win any intelligence contests. Or he was talking out his ass. She wasn't entirely sure which, as he seemed a little drunk now.

Guy couldn't handle his hooch.

She looked back to her own beer. About halfway done. And two was her limit when she was packing heat. That was an important safety rule, though she'd never shot any of her exes drunk or sober. Tempting with a couple of them.

"Why don't you tell us more about your job?"

Shakka placed her left elbow on the counter of the bar, then rested her head on her hand. Here was the fun part. Rarely did people in cantinas react well to hearing they were drinking alongside a law enforcement officer. Immediately they switched to their very best behavior, as if she'd run them in for looking at her the wrong way.

"I'm a cop here in Aldera. I walk the beat in the spaceport. Been on the job a couple years now."

---

"Come join us!"

Ervisa's hands snaked upward with lightning speed to catch the credit chips that had been tossed at her forehead. She'd been watching when the same man landed a credit chip between a Zeltron woman's breasts. She pocketed the credits and decided to oblige.

With a bounce in her stride, she hoisted her duffle and walked across the room to join the man and the woman sitting at the dark booth. The man seemed like the sort she could get along with, but the woman didn't seem happy at all. Her body language said as much. But her enormous hat was blocking the view of her face. That could be corrected.

Ervisa snatched the hat and draped it on her own head, resting over the hair that became a lengthy braid to her waist. Then she found a clear spot on the edge of the table on which to sit, and spin around; something made possible by the smoothness of the table and the subtle undulations of her muscles to keep the motion up.

"You spin me right round baby, right round... Wheeeee!"

The Mirialan ex-Jedi finally slid to a stop and plopped herself onto the man's lap, taking one more quick glance at the woman in the table. She looked a little as if she'd eaten an especially sour fruit. Ervisa picked up the hat from her head and placed it back on the woman, brim covering her face once again.

She directed her attention to the man instead, he seemed a more lively sort, as shown by his credit-tossing adventures. "Hey there sugar. Mind if I smoke?"

[Deleted]

He half ignored the woman across from him while he watched the Mirialan lift up her duffle and make her way over, a laugh slipped through his lips as he watched the Mirialan thieve the hat away from the woman across the table and begin spinning. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at the display, finally the woman gave the hat back then made a point to fall in to his lap.

With a raised eyebrow Dorian attempted to look surprised but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of the woman sitting on his lap.

"Hey there sugar. Mind if I smoke?"

He laughed softly at the question and a small grin touched the edges of his lips. "Sure gorgeous, so long as you light me one as well." He gave her a small wink and laid his arms on the table so they were wrapped around her to keep her from leaving her current seat on his lap.

[onish]

Amused with how flustered the human was, she watched him fumble with his glasses and noted the brand as one that was very high quality and rather pricey. Whatever else, this gentleman had an appreciation of fine things and knew when
to invest in himself.

Gasan reflected on this information. It never hurt to consider
a man's spending habits and bank account before you invested
too much time in him. He didn't come off as quite as free with
his credits as the bloke who'd been lobbing them around the
bar, making it rain. Gasan had noticed another woman being paid
the same respect. Actually, the woman had managed to snatch the coins right out of the air, impressive. Gasan wished she'd been able to tell the value from where she was, it troubled her to think the woman might have gotten a larger ammount. As it stood, Gasan was already a little miffed to see her move to join the man at his table at his invitation.

Lost in thought as she was, and always distracted by her environment and the possibility that more fun might be had elsewhere, Gasan barely heard the man's next statement, fistfight with a T'surr? Men really did make up the wildest stories to impress women at the bar. Strangely the embellishment didn't seem to cause him any distress, she'd assumed fibbing would send the nervous man into full verbal meltdown. Drinks, truth, or pathological liar?

She looked at him and realized she'd missed him loosening his collar. Rotten luck that, there were some few primely male gestures that were always a pleasure to watch. Collar loosening ranked high among them, right up there with the wake-up-chest-scratch and the getting-sleepy-neck-rub. Oh well, at least she could enjoy the finished product.

Or not, he'd turned to look at the Twi'lek. She must be off her game today. At least there were some things to appreciate about a man's backside too. She was indulging in watching the way his muscles slid beneath the fabric of his shirt when something caught her eye. A tattoo? She could only just see the top of it, something with a crack through it on the top left side. She felt that it was somehow familiar but couldn't place it.

She was still trying to recall what it could be when she realized he'd been staring at her breasts and was now apologizing for it. He really was hopeless, who apologized for giving a Zeltron the attention she so clearly wanted?

Gasan was about to reprimand him for not looking more when the word 'cop' penetrated her mind. Her head jerked up to look at the twi'lek, who looked as dejected as her emotions suggested. It's like she was waiting for them to shut her down at this news. Must be hard making friends when you're in law enforcement.

Gasan grinned instead, here was an opportunity to make someone happy if ever she'd been presented with one. "Really? You must have some great stories to share then. Hey barkeep, another round for my friends here!" This was one of the rare times that warranted her spending her own money, Gasan did on occassion find that a well timed offering to another yeilded nice results and she didn't want the cop to cut and run. She looked like the type who might impose an early night and drink limitations on herself if no one saved her from herself.

The Zeltron's sudden joyous mood was a little infectious, but not much more so than anyone else's energy might sway anothers. She was careful these days about influencing others with her mood. She'd learn pretty quickly that people who aren't visiting Zeltros seldom care to have their emotions tipped in any direction for any reason, so when she did work her magic she was careful to be subtle. It had taken time to learn to control it with as much finesse as was required off Zeltros but it was well worth the effort, and of course it always helped if they'd been drinking.

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Zarene had had enough. People like these were exactly why she preferred to keep to herself: a man who put on a superficial air of politeness to mask his narcissism and perverted intentions. And the woman? Just because she was physically attractive gave her no right to harass others without consequence. Together, they had invaded her personal space, harassed her, and subjected to unwanted touching. They had launched the first attack. Although she had no interest in causing a big commotion, she would be perfectly justified in striking back.

One of the serving men was bringing her her food. The woman was sitting in the man's lap now. Zarene made note of the way he was leaning back slightly in his chair as she adjusted her veil. A kick of sufficient force at the right spot would send the chair, along with both of its occupants, toppling backwards.

She identified the right spot, and she kicked it.

The serving man nearly dropped the plate as he looked at them in shock. Zarene stood up, brushing herself off. "Waiter, I'd like to change my order to to-go, please."