Perspective (Res)

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Finally the errands were done. Work was done, errands were done, and…well…she just wasn’t ready to go back yet. There still hadn’t been any word from Sev and she just wasn’t feeling like being cooped up. The ship she was waiting on was still getting its final mods done and there was no way off the rock yet so she was trying to find ways to be patient. Today it had been some speeding around across some empty land in the speeder and then back to Kuat city for some food.

It wasn’t as if Familiar didn’t feed their people, sure they did…it was great food, considering…but nothing could beat a good spiceloaf sandwich and a cold corellian ale from one of her (now favorite) Kuati haunts. It wasn’t a Corellian dive, but it reminded her of good times with the Sevens…old and new. It had been a shame that Archer and Sev had skipped out on them for so long. On Sev’s birthday no less!!! Dratted men.

Still, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she entered the pub. The music was swinging like normal, the band not quite all Bith, and the singer decidedly near-human and female as she belted out her song to a full crowd of dancers on the floor. The air was only slightly smoky (a testament to the ventilation in the area), and full of chatter as she entered the fairly crowded dive. Working her way in, she stood out in her soft, dark green, dress hanging down to her knees and brown soft leather boots coming up to mid-calf and laced tightly. Her hair hung just about everywhere in soft waves and she took a seat on one of the empty stools at the bar, hooking one knee over the other as she propped one elbow on the counter top waiting for the bar tender.

[Res]

Rolithir had been on Kuat for a day or two now. He was enjoying the time that he had to himself. Have the inheritance from Lexton he didn't need to do very many jobs. Though he took them to maintain the image that he didn't have twenty million credits sitting in the bank. If the Firrerreo didn't find work he would have to dip into the account a little deeper than he would like to maintain his ship. Rol had been checking on his ship that was getting repaired. He had gotten into a little trouble ffiguring his way through a couple Hutt fighters while escaping from Nar Shaddaa.

He sure ticked off Talkur the Hutt. His former employer wasn't happy that he and the Grey Jedi Dulgan took out his top enforcers on the Smugglers moon. Quinior didn't really like bullies and he wwouldn't have felt right if he had just sag there and watch Dulgan attacked. His memory of the fight and the escape was epic. He hasn't felt that kind of rush since he was running with Lexton. His mind rushed back to the encounter while he walked town one of the streets in Kuat City. The town was jumping, and he heard music coming from one of the local establishments. He was getting a slight hunger pain, so he slipped into the joint.

The gold skined man filled the entire doorframe. There was a outline of the lights outside around him as he leered around the room. There was a stool next to a woman that was wearing green dress and brown boots. Rol stepped out of the door and turned sideways to allow a couple pass him on the way to the dance floor. The music was the typical cantina music you would hear it was more upbeat and somthing you can dance to. The female singer had an amazing voice and could hit the high notes. As he reached the bar the song had ended and the pub applauded the mucians.

Sitting down he nodded to the blond woman. She was beautiful, but Rol knew someone as pretty as her had to be there with someone. The Firrerreo was one seat over from her, there was an empty stool between them. Just before the band struck ffirst cord of the new set, the bar tender came by Rolithir ordered.

"Yes, I'll have a pint of Corellian Ale. Thanks"

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Her foot swung to the beat as she waited, ordering her drink just as the door opened yet again. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence around here, so she didn’t even bother to glance over. Deciding that she didn’t need anything hard tonight, she’d ordered a Corellian ale and her spiceloaf sandwich, then settled in to wait. She was singing quietly along with the tune as a new body settled down a seat away from her. It earned him a curious look from the blonde, her head tipping just slightly to the side as she studied the golden skin. Oh! She’d heard of these ones! Sam just…couldn’t remember the name of them right off the top of her head. She’d only ever met two personally and maybe seen two or three more in passing. No doubt they weren’t as uncommon as she felt they were, but goodness if it didn’t seem like it to her!

Intrigued, she’d just gaze at him a minute as he ordered his drink and then beam a thousand watt grin at what she heard. Oh that just clenched it; she had to find out more…

Leaning over, she’d extend a hand, practically shoving it under his nose to get his attention as her grey eyes danced, that smile never dimming a bit. ”Namra Raquad…nice to meet you mister…?” She trailed off a little to let him introduce himself, obviously not giving him much of a choice. Obviously she wasn’t exactly a shy woman…and with looks like hers, she didn’t really need to be. Of course, there was much more to it than that, but…Samantha didn’t like to let on about all of that business.

[Res]

The bartender brought him his drink and then he noticed the blonde woman looking at him. He turned and took a sip from the mug. Before he could swallow the ale she had her hand in his face introducing herself. The Firrerreo stood looking at the woman. Like all members of his speices, they had a thing about giving their names out to people that they don't know or trust. He took her hand and shook it returning the smile, his one fang showing.

"Nice to meet you Namra."

The man left it at that. She would have to work for his name. Though with her being as stunning as she is, its not going to take much work. Rol isn't very knowledgeable when it comes to woman. Yes, if it comes to defending them he was very good at that. He wasn't sure what do say next but she seemed to be an out going person. So keeping a conversation going probably came easy for her. But he knew one why to possibly break the silence between the two.

Seating his glass down he grabs her hand and guides her to the dance floor. Placing his feet hand on the small of her back and taking her left hand in his right. The music was now a slow orchestral song, the had been given a break. Rolithir started to lead the woman around the floor holding her somewhat close. He spoke softly in her ear.

"So what a girl like you, doing in a place like this."

Quinior wasn't in his normal attire. He had gotten some new clothes for the evening He was wwearing a white button up shirt with a black vest that tied at the top. His pants were tanish color and his boots were polished and looking nothing like normal. His two-toned red and white hair was slicked back, unlike its usual unkept look.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

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She noticed that he didn’t give a name in return and sighed at him. ”Oh come on…give me something to call you at least. Doesn’t have to be your actual name, but I can’t just go around callin’ ya ‘hey you’ all the time!” Laughing a bit, she’d blink in mild confusion as he took her hand, then chuckled as she realized what was going on. Following along with him to the dance floor, she’d take up her position with him, one hand settling lightly atop his shoulder.

Smiling brightly, she’d shrug mildly at his question, the music soft and swaying, reminding her of days long past. ”No particular reason. Had some time off and wanted a drink and a bite to eat. I mean, that’s typically why people come here,” she replied with a quirky little smirk and a light chuckle as she followed his lead around the dance floor. The woman was quite light on her feet, keeping up with him almost expertly. She’d had a lot of practice, of course. Archer had made sure she constantly was kept on her toes…literally and metaphorically…when it came to dancing. It was a favorite past time of his, and he’d made sure to share it with the (then) new member of the Lucky Sevens.

Ah, Sam missed those days…

[Res]

"You can call me Rol."

He wasn't going to let her know if that was his real name or if it was a fake. She was very pretty and the Firrerreo had a soft spot for pretty woman. Swaging back and forth to the music moving around the dance floor. be was quite enjoying himself. Smiling at the woman, his one short fang showing. It wasn't a typical Firrerreo smile, but be didn't car he was too enamored by her beauty. After a few moments later the music had stopped and the singer had come bbackon stage. TThey switched to a more up beat swing type song. Rolithir took her hand and guided her bback to the bar.

"Interesting, I'm here just until tomorrow. My ship needs some repairs. Its on the KYD right now. Had a little run in with the Hutts. They didn't like that I quit and took out two of their top enforcers."

Rol chucked at the fact that he actually got the better of the Hutts. Taklur wasn't one to let something like was Rolithir did to just forget about it. So the smuggler was not a wanted man, but he had been in that position before. But instead of going to prison. He would be killed or worse. The man took a drink from the tumbler and looked able to his companion for the evening. He just couldn't get over how pretty she was. Smiling again with a slight chuckle as well. She was probably thinking he was some psycho man laughing and dragging her to dance after barely knowing her.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

”Rol…hmm, alright!”

As she tested the name aloud, she’d nod and beam a smile at him. Letting him lead her around, she’d enjoy the song. He wasn’t half bad looking, the gold-tinted skin and that mass of hair reminding her of…something far more exotic, someone far more exotic. Well, at least she considered him exotic…if someone in the military could be considered such as far as personality goes, but even so, the exotic didn’t come from his personality. Smiling back at his one-fanged smile, she paused with him as the music ended. Turning toward the stage, she clapped a little then let herself be lead away from the dance floor once more.

Shame, that was a good song they’d started playing…

Ah well, not everyone was up for a quick step, but she enjoyed the challenge of keeping up with another person. Settling herself lightly on the bar stool, she took another sip of her ale and hooked one leg over the other once more as she listened to what he had to say. Running her fingers through part of her hair, she’d nod a little. ”Hutts, huh? Nasty buggers…hate ‘em with a hot passion. You’re lucky you escaped with your life, y’know,” she said sagely, nodding once to emphasize her point. Deciding she wasn’t comfortable how she was sitting, the woman unhooked her leg, then hooked the other one over the top instead.

Much better…

Still holding her ale in one hand, she’d rest her other elbow on the bar and settle her jaw atop her knuckles, considering the man quietly for a moment. ”You got someone doin’ your repairs? I ask because my brother is a pretty good mechanic if it’s machinery you’re having problems with. I could maybe get you a deal, depending what needs doing.” Her offer was a friendly one, understanding the need for any spacer to get back into the stars as soon as possible, and if it was Hutts giving the man a problem, the least she could do was give him some help. The Bha’lir ‘prince’ would do just about anything to screw the buggers over, and for more reasons than just because she was a Bha’lir…

Pushing some of her hair back over her shoulder, Rol would be able to catch a glimpse of part of a rather nasty looking scar and skin graft peeking out over her right shoulder from under the fabric of her dress. There was more to this woman than met the eye…and that didn’t just mean the scar. Grey eyes danced over his face a bit as she listened to the music and took another drink of her ale, the slight pause in conversation broken by the arrival of her spiceloaf sandwich. She beamed a smile at the simple smell of it, closing her eyes and inhaling the wonderful smelling steam that rose up from it with a look of delight. That look of delight morphed into one of pure bliss as she picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

…oh man, that was a good sandwich…

[Res]

Rol watched as she took a drink of her ale. Wow, how did I get so lucky tonight He thought as he watched her push the hair behind her shoulder. He noticed the scar her neck and shoulder that was partially hidden by her dress. This made him think about the scar on his upper lip. It was the reason he worked even harder at his martial arts training. The day the kids jumped him was the day he vowed to be nice to everyone not just the people that was nice to him. Unless they were unpleasant to began with and all bets were off.

"I've got a couple of people working on it. Money isn't an issue for me. I just ccontinue to smuggle because that is the only thing I know how to do. I'm a decent slicer but nothing to get me a career in it. Thanks for the offer."

Rol answered as the woman's meal came. He wasn't that hungry as he had eaten before coming in. He mostly came in to listen to the music and have a beer or two before heading back to where be was staying. Running into the woman that introduced her name as Namra, was just a bonus. Taking a sip from his mjg he noticed that she was getting low on hers. He took out a couple hundred credits and gave it to the bartender.

"Keep them coming until I say to stop. And whatever is left over is yours."

The Firrerreo said to the bartender. The man nodded to Rol and gave each of them a fresh pint.

Yeah, those Hutts defiantly can give you hell. This was the only safe place I could think of to get my ship repaired and not have the threat of the Hutts. Even on Coruscant I would have the risk of getting spotted."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Dividing her attention between eating and listening wasn't difficult for the woman, her stomach being the one that had insisted she forget propriety and start eating no matter what he was doing. Luckily Sam had years of having to divid her attention between natural urges (such as eating) and outside stimuli (such as listening to another person, or paying attention to her surroundings) to fall back on. Quirking a brow curiously as he spoke to the bartender, she'd eye him through the corner of her eye for a moment before setting her sandwich down and habitually wiping her mouth with a napkin. Swallowing the food before speaking again, she'd shake her head a little. "That's not necessary, really," she stated as the bartender brought another round.

As a corellian, and further more a smuggler and former military member, Samantha had built up quite a tolerance. She wasn't concerned about the fact that he might drink her under the table (though he might, who knew?), she was more concerned about it loosening her tongue more than she'd have liked. She simply didn't like the idea of possibly saying something that could endanger herself or anyone she knew. Still, as Namra...

Blinking a little at his comment about hutts, she couldn't help but laugh, the sound rolling over the rest of his statement. While she heard it, somewhere in the back of her mind anyway, it didn't register just yet. Calming herself after a brief moment, she held up a hand and apologized to him for her outburst. "I didn't mean to laugh like that, but that was just so funny. 'Hutts definitely can give you hell'...oh...phew...I'm sorry...I'm sorry. It may not seem like something to laugh at, but if you only knew some of that trouble..." She shook her head a bit, still grinning like an idiot. "I suppose you do know some of it, though, don't you?"

Reaching over she'd pat his forearm lightly with a hand. "If you ever need any help with them, I likely know a few people willing to assist." ....Just sayin'."

[Res]

Rol watched as the bartender brought both of them another round of drinks. Furnishingtthe first before starting g on the new mug. Letting the ice cold ale fill his mouth and swallowing takin in the beauty of his companion forthe eevening. He couldn't have asked for a better way to end his time on Kuat. He was originally just going to grab a couple of drinks along then head back to the motel and sleep. But this was so much better than that. The Firrerreo chuckled a bit.

"Like I said money isn't a problem for me. And what kind of gentlemen would I be if I made a woman pay for her own drink."

Rolithirs chivalry was dead, not by a long shot. He respected woman, he had been in enough cantinas to see his fair share of men mistreating woman. He couldn't stand watching the spacer treat the slaves the way they did. He had gotten in enough fights protecting them than he could count. After Namra swollowd her bite she started to laugh. Rol raised an eyebrow at the odd out burst. Listening to her explanation for the laughter. Rol smiled his one fanged smile, most men of his race would not want others know that they only have one fang. He did know the troubles that the Hutts can give one. He had now been on both sides of the coin and he didn't like either. Both side were equally as dangerous and paid like crap.

"I think I'll be alright if is just stand clear of Hutt space. But if need help I know i can get help."

The man said smiling. Sipping his ale once more before speaking again.

"So Namra, how did such a beautiful woman get a scar like that one on your neck?

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

A little smirk formed on her features as he made that first statement, giving him a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Dunno. Not many of those left these days, seems like. Just thought I'd say you didn't have to, though. I don't drink often, but when I do...." Samantha laughed a little at that, shaking her head and remembering being called a 'fish' a few times, she drank so much. As he continued on, however, she'd nod quietly and go back to her food for a few more bites. The stuff was damn good...maybe not as good as she could make with the right time and spices, but damn good anyway.

"Alright. Long as you're sure. I mean...b'tween you and me...the people I know loathe hutts and are willing ta do pretty much anything to twist the knife a bit, y'know? So like I said..." Shrugging a bit once more, she'd stop just before biting down on her sandwich again at his question...then completed the action, chewing thoughtfully. "Well, I was a pilot in the military...went down with my craft and got trapped inside. Burnt the skin there real bad...melted it. What you see is the skin graft scar....part of it, anyway." Sam managed another shrug before going back for the last bite of her sandwich and chewing on it pensively. She'd been lucky to survive that whole thing....very lucky. Hell, she almost hadn't survived...anyone from her former squad would tell you that it had been very touch and go there with her for a while.

She sighed a bit at the memories.

"That's the short version of the story, anyway. Was pretty lucky to live through it all."