Post by Hand Soler on Feb 26, 2010 23:52:59 GMT -5
Kaleira shook her head, settling back into the chair at the bar, watching out of the corner of her eye as the creep that had just made a pass at her crawled away, wondering what had hit him. She smiled, and took another sip of her drink, resting one arm on the bar as she gazed over the patrons. Mygeeto was one of the few places she went when she didn't have a bounty, and this time it had seemed more appealing than any of the others.
She always hated these time periods. Things were always dead for her, and they made bringing credits a bit difficult, as most of what she did consisted of providing unasked for security for small cantinas like the one she was sitting in now. Of course, her innate abilities -- ones she told no one about, not even the crew of her ship -- made this much easier, as she could even vanish from their sight if she needed to.
She sighed, setting the empty mug down, waving away the droid that attempted to refill it. "No thanks," she murmured, her soft silky voice, along with her appearance -- the dark black, nearly blue hair, the bright pink skin, the somewhat more scanty than acceptable clothing -- making it clear that she was a Zeltron, at least to those still in enough command of their senses to process all that information.
Leaning back against the bar, she let her eyes sweep over the cantina patrons once more, her senses noting one individual in particular, though no one would notice that she had taken notice of this person.
She always hated these time periods. Things were always dead for her, and they made bringing credits a bit difficult, as most of what she did consisted of providing unasked for security for small cantinas like the one she was sitting in now. Of course, her innate abilities -- ones she told no one about, not even the crew of her ship -- made this much easier, as she could even vanish from their sight if she needed to.
She sighed, setting the empty mug down, waving away the droid that attempted to refill it. "No thanks," she murmured, her soft silky voice, along with her appearance -- the dark black, nearly blue hair, the bright pink skin, the somewhat more scanty than acceptable clothing -- making it clear that she was a Zeltron, at least to those still in enough command of their senses to process all that information.
Leaning back against the bar, she let her eyes sweep over the cantina patrons once more, her senses noting one individual in particular, though no one would notice that she had taken notice of this person.