The Classic Cantina (open RP).

[Eziekiel]

Welcome Sirs & Dames, one thing I have always wanted to do was have a big frothy beer at a hectic star wars cantina, with the hep jazz band playing and the occasional fight breaking out.
I swear one day when I have the money I'm going to hire a jazz band dress them up as aliens and throw the best damn star wars party there ever was.

But for now the least I can do is RP it with some fellow star wars nuts.

Here is a link to the Cantina scene from A New Hope, to get you in the mood. www.youtube.com/watch?v=35cLo7d07Xs

& here, funnily enough, is a link to 10 hours of straight Cantina music to play whilst your writing a post. www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWO5Ai_a80M&feature=related

Come, join me! No one likes to drink alone! Well I do... sometimes but thats besides the point! ;D

Post a link to your character on your entry post so we can all get a read up of who were drinking/fighting/dealing with,
Everyone and anyone is welcome to join, this is all for fun and fun for all.
CHEERS! << eh eh?

Please excuse my lame attempt at humor,
Ziek.

[Eziekiel]

Character using: > X

Tal walked into 'The Ravaging Rancor' and was stopped by a large Gamorrean who placed his fat fingered hand on Tal's chest, "10 credits" he grunted pointing to a young Twi'lek girl who sat behind a small booth. It was apparent Tal wasn't getting in without paying and mumbled atrocities directed at the Gamorrean whilst he walked over to the Twi'lek.
She smiled at him in a flirtatious manner but he didn't take much heed as she was no doubt being paid to do so, and a very little amount if that.

"Welcome to 'The Ravaging Rancor', would you like anything cloaked today sir?" She asked, Tal shook his head and pressed a small red card up against the deduction scanner. "-10 credits." came a small electrified voice from the scanner, followed by a monotone beep. He removed his card and looked up at the twi'lek who smiled at him, "Enjoy your stay!"she said in a quaint manner, Tal nodded his thanks before commercing into the crowd.

"Cute girl" he thought, at least he thought he thought but accidently he said it out loud.
"Cute what?!" Came an angry toned voice directed toward him, "You bloody twi'leks think you get all the girls dont you!"...

"Come again?" Tal replied obviously a little confused, but not overly bothered.

"Only good twi'lek is a dancing twi'lek" The lizard creature dressed in some sort of pilot attire and breath stinking of beer spat the words out spraying Tal face with a stint of saliva, the agressor reached out and grabbed Tal by the scruff of the shirt.

Tal couldn't tell if the Trandoshan he had un-intently offended was a woman or a man and frankly he didn't care anymore, "Did your mother poodoo you out? Or is that turd brown just the color of you skin?" Tal's eye's seemed to widen in a maddened manner as he spoke and at the end of his sentence a loud 'Pow! Pow!' caused the music to stop briefly and the now smoldering figure of the Trandoshan fell to its knee's. The large crowd of mixed race looked at Tal a moment as he blew the smoke from the barrel of his blaster pistol, he stuck it back in his holster and stepped over the corpse making his way toward the bar.

The music started back up and as Tal approached the barmen gave him an un-satisfied look, "What'll it be then X?" He asked, Tal smiled at the bartender. An overly worked twi'lek who was slimier than the underside of a hutt, but he was a good enough man, and had good contacts in the underworld. Making this place a haven for criminals to do business without the scrutiny of any unwanted law enforcers.

Tal handed his credit-card over, "The usual."

[Poludnica]

Theme

The doors opened and slender leg appeared, followed by a feminine, human form in a short, tight leggins and leather jacket on top of surprisingly chic top. The shoes tried very much to imitate what 'chilled and free' people wore, as Danica called them. But one could see they were too well polished and on too high heels to serve as something practical. The woman who had entered the shady cantina was certainly out of her element and even a half-blind Miraluka could see it.

The black curls were gathered in a complicated coiffure that didn't let any loose strand of hair to fall on an oval, soft features. The make up, even if flattering, was a tad vulgar but that was Danica's idea of a woman who visits such places. She looked around, pursing her lips and gathering gazes from most males around to feed vanity. ”Ten credits to visit this sh*thole.” The human said with a scoff.

The girl looked back at her eyes narrowed. ”Come on already!” Danica demanded and reached her hand to grab Aerith and pull her into the sleazy bar. ”I promised some good, plebeian fun. I told you, you need to see how peasants' life looks like to relate to the uhm...uhm...underpeople. “ The Coruscant woman wrinkled her nose at the stench of something burning. Probably some overcooked meat. Damn plebs can;t even make a steak.

After them a clanking can strolled in. A fancy bodyguard droid her friend always dragged around. I swear you have some robot fetish. Danica commented back then and left it at that. Now, the metal man was annoying her too much, hoarding much of an attention from the patrons. Trying to look tough like a well trained smuggler she pretended to be, the girl walked over to it and kicked it, only to end up with a hurting foot. A string of courses spilled from crimson lips.

”Remember, I am a smuggler from Nar Shaddaa and you are my partner. We steal artifacts and...stuff. ” Danica reminded Aerith with a hiss, still angry at the tin can. A Twi'lek girl walked passed and the woman's green stare immediately narrowed dangerously as it seems she had a competition in being the most gorgeous one in this sleazy place. Her ego began to suffer.

”Drinks! We should get some.” Danica said with excitement and began to drag Aerith toward the bar. She pushed against the large mountain of blue muscles. Something got in front of her, some kind of large, round, blue thing. Irritated, the girl slapped it away. ”Hey! Hey! Get that azure snail off my face!” The woman demanded again; this was how tough smuggler women behaved after all. No two meter tall Twi'lek would stand in their way. And they had a droid...

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Aerith Vand’s nose twitched as she stepped (or was pulled) into the dingiest, scummiest, and lowest class environment she’d ever been in. The Sith aristocrat stepped over the threshold with a degree of trepidation, and she frowned at the scents. It smelled cheap, like body odor and poorly cooked street food. Just as bad, it was packed with aliens, and smelled it. Her nostrils were assailed by unusual odors, some tolerable and others a true stench.

Like Danica, she was rather out of place, and like her she was in a disguise of sorts. Her usual dresses were absent, and instead she’d fallen pack on jodhpurs and riding boots, under the safe assumption that none of these riff raff had ever seen a horse, least of all knew what riding gear was. Her shirt was of a respectable cut, and she too wore a leather jacket, upon which her wavy hair hung in little curls. Her pale complexion however wore little makeup, and what was there was quite subtle and nuanced. And she had insisted on wearing decent perfume, with the mingling aromas of vanilla and citrus.

Aerith didn’t exactly understand what Danica hoped to achieve by this little trip and disguise game. And she said so.

”Smugglers. How vulgar. Why do you insist on playing these little games? We could be riding or having a five star dinner right now…”

It was barely a whisper in the ear, to maintain the covert appeal, but it got her point across. Behind her came the metallic sounds of her guard droid moving, his single red eye sliding back and forth as he scanned the room. In his metallic hands was a blaster rifle.

As Aerith was dragged towards the bar for alcohol cheap enough to destroy her taste buds, they stopped abruptly behind a blue Twi’lek. A very tall one at that. Aerith had only a cursory familiarity with the species, drawn largely from a pair of maids at the estate who were decent enough workers.

”What my fellow smuggler means is that you should step aside, if you know what’s good for you. I have the death sentence on twelve systems.”

Aerith looked at Danica pointedly, anticipating the reaction before it arrived and countering it. ”What?”

[Eziekiel]

Two test-tube looking glasses were placed in front of Tal on the bar & filled with a bright green liquid, the bartender then proceeded to throw a small capsule into each vile which caused a fizzing reaction to occur and once the capsules 'popped' the liquid turned to dark blood red color. Tal's credit card was thrown back to him and the bartendor moved on to serve someone else.

The bar was pretty packed, and doubling back about 2 layers of people waiting to be served. Tal took a glass in each hand taking one of the two shots & instantly feeling its effect, he was about to indulge in the other when a sharp sting ran up his tchun..
"YEEEOOOoooowoOOW!!" He let out a high pitched whelp screwing his face up into an expression that could only be described as deranged.

His light green eye's did a few laps around the perimeter of the sockets that held them in place and he mumbled out some words that couldnt be understood in all of the 6 million languages that existed in the known galaxies.

He spun around in a fluid motion causing his feather decorated lekku to lift up in the air and slap a patron in the back of the head just next to him meanwhile the remaining contents in his second drink parted ways from its glass cylinder prison finding liberty in the mean looking face of another patron.

Tal's face suddenly went blank for a moment as he stared down into the green eyes of the raven haired human Danica, "Danica?...You bloody..." He was about to continue when another human girl obviously a companion to Danica began to claim how she had a death sentence in 12 systems and Tal had better step aside if he knew any better.

Looking at both the girl's attire he began to laugh manically in hindsight of the current situation, his laughter was stopped abruptly as his force sense told him to drop and just as well as the two patron's either side of him simultaneously shot each other.
Tal stood slowly amidst the smoke rising from the two corpse's with a grateful expression on his face, he was silent knowing too well both those ion blasts had meant to be for him.

Lunging forward and grabbing Danica by the arm he lead her a few paces away, "What on earth are you doing in a sh*thole like this? Do you want to end up ravaged by that big wookie over there?" Tal pointed to a big wookie who was passed out in a chair with his head on the table, "well.. maybe not him, but some other big freaky looking thing. This place is crawling with.... " Tal shuddered as he actually gave a moment to think about all the ugly aliens in the room, looking around and taking them in "Man, some species are just plain ugly.."

A queer looking Gungan man turned around and looked Tal up and down in a snobbish fashion, "Tsst, Who you calling ugly 'tail head'" before strutting off, hips swaying more like a girl than a man.

Tal raised an eyebrow at the Gungan, if you could say eyebrow for twi'leks had no hair, more so he just raised his brow into a bemused manner and shook his head. "I need another drink, & its your shout rich girl" Tal winked at Danica flashing a charming spiky toothed grin, before giving her a gentle push toward the bar.

[Poludnica]

”My dear Aerith, there are things a five star hotel and horses won't give you.” Danica smirked looking over the patrons, trying to find the spot with the most interesting thing going on. The things...the plebs did for fun. It was clear the Sith lady had no idea about this kind of recreation. Especially when she decided to claim death sentence in every system near. But the raven haired woman remain unphased by the embarrassment Aerith brought on herself and watched the lekku thing twitching slightly but it were the feathers that hoarded the girl's interest. . ”Nothing, honey, just let me do the talking.” Danica replied to Aerith's defensive statement.

A very blank expression, not betraying so much as deeper thought met her vivid verdant stare. There was something very oddly familiar about the chiseled, periwinkle features. Yes, periwinkle...That was much more classy than simple blue. Just as her perfectly plucked brow furrowed at the memory that tried to resurface, the Twi'lek's features beamed with recognition. ”Wha...” Danica asked, her eyes growing wide and scared.

Before either of them could protest, the Twi'lek began to laugh like a maniac just to duck down under the counter when someone fired a blaster. Danica reacted immediately, falling on the floor and dragging Aerith after her. Apparently the two aliens had some kind of a grudge. ”See, this is what I was talking about!” Danica said visibly excited, even if the blue, semi-familiar Twi'lek was still around.

”I swear, I don't know this g...” Someone pulled her away from the under-counter safe haven. ”Who..do you think you are!” Danica exploded, but had a spark of an idea before the droid could blow the blue alien's head off. ”Wait..Z...You...I know you! He worked for me , Aerith, I swear nothing personal.” The woman immediately explained her friend before the other girl could get any funny ideas.

Finally free, Danica moved away to safe distance and hid a strand of loose hair that fell free.”Hey,hey, where I go and with who that is my business only. What? Aren't you afraid funny looking Gungans will harass your blue ass?” She said crossing her arms in a haughty manner. ”I am a smuggler now, and this is my well known friend who has a death sentence in twelve systems.” Danica added, knowing fully well it didn't work the last time. ”And what kind of a gentleman are you, trying to weasel drinks from the ladies?! It's other way around in such places!” That was downright insulting. She wasn't so pretty to buy MEN drinks. Oh no.

In the meantime a drunk Wookie woke up and yawned, seeing a strange looking round thing in tight pants in front of him. The beast reached it's paw to innocently and curiously grab it not being aware it belonged to a lady with a very vicious droid.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Lady Vand was completely frozen at the sound of blaster fire, but was dragged down unceremoniously by Danica to the floor in a mass of flailing limbs. Her guard droid raised his blaster, but both the gunmen were dead. After a few tentative pokes with the bayonet her returned to his silent vigil.

When Aerith regained her footing she felt nauseous from the smell of burned flesh mingling with already foul odors. It positively reeked, and Aerith covered her nose with her hand, her grey-blue eyes looking angrily around. As Danica explained that this was what she was talking about, the gaze hardened even more.

”Really? Really?”

The surprises kept on rolling as the blue Twi’lek turned around and recognized Danica apparently, in what was quite thoroughly confusing. What in the galaxy could a rich, respectable socialite like Danica Liviana have to do with some drunken, greasy, cantina rat? It was utterly ridiculous and had to be some mistake…

Nope. No mistake. Aerith dropped her hand from her nose and let her mouth hang open for a split second that was cut short by the oath that it was nothing personal. The jaw promptly closed again, and the Sith aristocrat raised her brow quizzically.

”You mean to imply that you might conceivably have a relationship with this… this… riff raff? This vulgar plebe?”

And to Aerith’s great lack of delight, he demanded she buy him a drink. Was he raised in a barn and spent his days herding nerfs as a child? There was absolutely no excuse for such a gross lack of decorum, such-

Lady Vand promptly jumped in her skin, eyes widened dramatically over something that had never, ever, happened before. Her posterior, in fact her body in general, had just been groped by some complete stranger. She spun around furiously, her face reddening with anger. And then her reaction doubled.

It was a Wookie, a disgusting, fur-covered, non-human. She’d just been groped, for the first time, by a filthy walking carpet. Her eyes went from wide to terribly narrowed and she faced her droid. In a truly venomous tone she spat out one command.

”Kill it. NOW.”

The drunk Wookie let out a confused grumble as the ResCorp droid turned and raised its blaster rifle. The grumble quickly became a roar as it stood up. At many hundreds of rounds per minute, a stream of blaster bolts came firing through the air into the furry being, who let out a roar and took a swipe at the droid. It missed, and the Wookie crumpled to the ground. Then the droid lowered its blaster again.

The cantina had fallen dramatically silent at that, and people furtively peeked out from behind tables they’d taken shelter by. One by one they emerged, and abruptly the band started to play upbeat music again, and everything went back to normal.

Aerith still had clenched fists and was breathing heavily. But gradually it subsided and she was reduced to just a glower. However she looked very pointedly at Danica, and her expression became incredulous.

”And you LIKE this?”

[Eziekiel]

Tal had his tchin pulled over the front of his shoulders and was using a hand to stroke it like a wise man strokes his beard in thought.

Gently massaging the area where he had received a blow from Danica, he half listened whilst the two women rambled on, his eyes trailing off to rest upon the figure of the attractive twi'lek girl who was walking around collecting empty glasses. When he was accused of being un-gentleman-like however his ears pricked up and he looked back toward Danica, throwing his lukku back behind him like it was a scarf to be thrown around at pleasures whim he placed his hands in formal gesture and mockingly bowed.
"Excuse me m'lady, sometimes I do just forget myself" He returned to stand with a grin on his face which changed into a look of horror as the tin-can bodyguard's blaster rifle opened fire on a crookedly standing wookie.

Tal lifted a leg up and shielded his face with his arms from the rapid chunks of wookie that exploded into the air littering the small area.
When it all stopped Tal re-gained his composure and stared wide eyed at the 2 women and their tin-can murderer, "Dont worry about that drink, I think I might go stand over there actually" He said whilst wiping off some red stained wet wookie hair that had stuck to his arms.

"Enjoy yourselves then" His face expression obviously showed he thought she was insane but he nodded his head to bid Danica's companion farewell. He looked to Danica without saying anything but his eye's seemed to read "Have fun", then he quickly turned around heading over to the twi'lek waitress, he whispered something in her ear and she smiled fondly before showing Tal to an empty secluded table in a rounded enclave. He sat down, & the twi'lek girl closed a dark red curtain behind them.

[Poludnica]

”Oh no no no. No relationship. Just business.” Danica raised her hand in denial, though a crimson glow lightened her cheeks . Maybe not with X, but she certainly did spend her time with riff raffs as Aerith put it. And aliens at that! Hopefully her friend would never be aware of those transgressions. Danica would just have to hide them really really well to avoid harsh social judgment. A part of her that governed a very wicked sense of humor actually did tempt her to confirm Vand's suspicions. That would be fun too watch...

In the meantime she shifted her attention back to the Twi'lek. He had some strange habit of stroking his lekku as if it helped him think. Maybe it did stimulate the brain or something. Though what made her furious was more the fact the alien didn't pay attention to her, trailing his gaze after some ugly, unclassy waitress. How could you even be attracted to that? Nothing looked as good as nicely done hair. Danica's skin was now crimson from anger. That was the insult she would not forget quickly.

”It seems like a permanent state with you.” The woman sneered, trying to get in a view, to purposefully block the image of the Twi'lek waitress. Then Aerith yelped as if someone groped her. Danica turned just to take a good look at the roaring Wookie. Aerith seemed in amok so the girl did the last sensible thing there was and ducked under the table.

Just in time to avoid a wave of furry flesh exploding in the bar.. By the time Danica gathered herself from her yet another hideout, the bar returned to normal with staff hanging around and a bored bartender making another portion of drinks. Something was off...

The carnage around was pretty obvious yet barely anyone cared, aside from X who seemed to be maybe even scared by Aerith's robot. Danica perked her brow when the Twi'lek gave her this look. ”May be a good idea.” The woman hissed angrily at the blue alien, trying not to laugh at the fake Wookie beard he now had.

”Aerith, hon, if you kill every man in the bar that crosses you, there will be no one left by the end of the night. You already scared away my uh....someone I worked with.” Danica said with hurt expression which only deepened when she noticed X vanishing behind a curtain with the same, ugly waitress.

That was too much! Wanting to get some revenge from the rude Twi'lek she stepped toward the curtain and put her hand on it ”Quickly! Take pictures, we will put them in the holonet.” She hissed at Aerith and exposed what was going on behind.

[Hand Soler]

Irad Demiar stepped into the cantina, though not many would note his entrance. He preferred it that way, anyway, not one for drawing attention unless he absolutely had to. However, he did note that he apparently missed some carnage not long ago, judging by the splattered remains of... was that wookiee hair? He shook his head with a grim smile.

He was dressed in his standard attire since the run-in on Mygeeto, black tunic and pants tucked into similarly colored boots, with a jacket that hung down to the tops of his boots, which rose to mid-calf. His hair, so long unkempt, was pulled back into a tight ponytail, though strands of it had come loose and were hanging around his face.

He rested one hand in a pocket on the coat for a moment, checking to make sure the weight of his saber was still there. Since he'd remade it, he still hadn't gotten used to the slightly lighter weight, and had to check every so often. Reassuring himself, he moved across the floor, noting the commotion over by the curtain with a lackluster smile. As he ordered a drink, he reached out through the Force, a malicious laugh sounding in his head as he wrenched the curtain wide open, his eyes and face betraying no emotion as he downed half the glass he was handed, turning and leaning on the bar, his eyes darting over to where things had just become more interesting with his actions, waiting to see what exploded.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Aerith glowered, arms folded over her chest.

“Not everyone who crosses me, everyone who does that to me. And good riddance, he was tacky and crude.”

There was, as she was quite aware, a distinction. Everyone who got on her bad side wasn’t about to end up dead, but those who suddenly groped her from behind might. Of course mostly it was an overreaction out of surprise and anger, but she wasn’t about to admit that.

And she was completely serious about frightening away that contact. Of course now he was obviously trying to get intimate behind a curtain, which further lowered Aerith’s opinion of this place. It also left her with an urge to gag. It wasn’t as if she had any sexuality to cause empathy or to feel revulsion at something special being tainted. It was just that the idea of two sweaty bodies pressed up against each other in a booth, with no personal space.

Lady Vand shuddered.

And to make things worse, Danica rushed over to the curtain and demanded Aerith take pictures. The aristocrat simply blinked a few times in surprise before hissing ”No!”

Her friend ripped aside the curtain and Aerith grimaced. Without thinking she grabbed a pitcher of water off a table and dumped it all over the pair of Twi’leks. The waitress made a sound resembling ‘eek’ and Aerith looked blankly at Danica.

”No camera. Next best thing.”

Again, Aerith wondered what in the nine Corellian hells Danica found so appealing about all this. The very first thing she planned on doing after this was going to a five star restaurant and having a proper meal, with wine and candles. And then, back to Criaxa and her horse. Hopefully Danica would get her fill of this sooner rather than later…

[Eziekiel]

Tal sat down at the modestly sized round table, there was a silver pole protruding from its centre and running a course up to the ceiling.

As the twi'lek servant girl closed the thick red curtain Tal shifted the beige scarf wrapped around his left forearm revealing a light blue data-pad screen; with his other hand he started to operate it until he found what he was looking for. He pressed some fingerprint sensitive buttons on the screen and a small memory card ejected from his arm.

As he retrieved the memory card he concealed the data-pad again with the wrist scarf, the twi'lek girl was also typing on a small green luminescent screen embedded into the wall. The light in the room turned red and dimmed and the enclave's personal speakers started playing seductive music drowning out the bebop jazz coming from the main room.

The twi'lek girl turned around and was about to begin dancing when Tal raised a hand & stopped her, "Drop the poll" he said and the girl pressed a button on the computer screen. The dancing pole disappeared into the floor leaving the table flat. "Have a seat" Tal continued, the twi'lek did so with a curious expression on her petite face, "Look Im not hear to watch you dance, as enjoyable as it would be." He complimented, "You've heard of the Nerra'freetaa?" He asked her, when she implied she had Tal continued. "Well, today is your last day as a slave my lass, Im with the Nerra'freetaa and Im getting you out of here."

The twi'lek girl started to ask a bunch of question in vain as Tal stood up on the table and pulled a panel loose from the ceiling. He pulled a bundle of wires down & lifted himself half up into the cavity, he was supporting himself with his arms, his upper torso in the roof-space whilst the rest of him fell suspended in the air. He quickly found what he was looking for, a power-housing connection hub. Tal inserted the memory card into the power-house and flicked a small switch, as the connector hub began to flash in alarming colors Tal grinned and was about to drop down, when.

The curtains suddenly burst open!, the twi'lek girl made a startled noise & jumped up on the table to warn Tal, she grabbed him by the pants, loosing her footing however she managed to pull down Tal's pants and fall in a heap on her knee's on the table. Tal dropped down from the ceiling wires wrapping themselves in a tangle around his shoulders. He was standing there pant-less looking out at a startled Danica who's face seemed to be enjoying his current public impediment, he looked down at thet twi'lek girl on her knee's who was gradually regaining her composure and he started to imagine what this must look like, he heard a few beeps coming from the hub up in the cieling and the wires around his shoulder's began to let off a few sparks 'zapping' him in the process.

'Disastrous', he thought. 'Now she's going to think Im into some kinky shock kind of thing'.
He put his hand out in defensive manner, "Look, Danica." He couldnt help but smile in humor of the incident, "Its NOT what it looks!"

[Poludnica]

Her friend didn't look thrilled at the idea but Danica decided to proceed, not matter the harsh judgment that would fall on her. She still was getting for Aerith to take action when the curtain...came to life? The heavy piece of cloth swung rapidly, pulling Danica with it. The girl swayed and fell hard on the floor with loud yelp noise.

The splash of water came next with few large drops falling on her face. The CEO opened her eyes only to see Aerith with en empty pitcher, staring at something...The girl jumped and hastily went to see the ruckus as something heave hit metal. The image of what she saw would stay with her forever, as a source of unbelievable fun.

X was standing on the table with his pants down and a Twi'lek waitress wrapped around his missing piece of clothing. Small buzzing noise appeared and the blue alien was electrocuted with a patch of hanging wires.

”Ahahahahaha!” Danica almost fell to the floor again, unable to breathe in properly. ”Sure it isn't!” The human pointed at the feathers that now stand at attention from the current that prodded the hacker.

”If I knew you were into this stuff, I would pay you in volts.” The girl couldn't calm down, something this hilarious hadn't happened to her in a while. Someone's misfortune often could be funny but X beat everything else so far.

Realizing that Aerith was watching and probably guessing by now that Danica's association with the alien was of much more friendly nature than she had admitted before, the black haired woman went quiet, fighting back any more outbursts of mirth. ”I swear he was only working for me...not like that.” Danica hissed to her friend, crushing any possible rumors. ”Though you must admit he doesn't look this bad without his pants.” She added after a moment, hoping no one could hear them.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Aerith’s eyebrows hung low over her blue-grey eyes as she listened to Danica laugh hilariously over the sight of a pantsless Twi’lek, and when her casual manner belied a more friendly relationship with her employee than the CEO indicated. She wasn’t entirely sure if there was intimacy involved, which was a rather crude thing to imagine.

As crude as seeing a pantsless Twi’lek wrapped in sparking wires with another alien on her knees next to his crotch. Either there was a perfect storm of coincidences or else there was a sexual act in progress being interrupted.

Sex. Why was everything for so many people about sex? She had no interest in it, no attractions to be victim to. What she looked for was power and respectability, and wealth of course. She was interested in what was a good match rather than silly affairs of the heart.

Danica, perhaps, was not so immune to those forces.

Still, at least her apparent species attraction wasn’t to something ghastly non-human, like a Rodian or a Duro. Now there was something nature never intended. Twi’leks were, at least, a little closer to what was normal, acceptable. But a near-human would have been much superior.

And as to not looking bad…

”Danica, you know I have absolutely no interest in anything he has to provide. Now use your head. He is riff raff, common rabble. You are a lady, elite and sophisticated. You are vastly superior to him. Do not even think of debasing yourself and lowering yourself to his level.”

Aerith’s voice was a quiet whisper, but was steely enough. There was no doubt that she was completely serious.