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Post by kiadurron on Feb 3, 2016 23:50:22 GMT
Location: The Dancing Bantha Cantina
"Hey Sweetheart! Bring me another Lomin!"
"Get off your galactically lazy ass and get it yourself, Sleemo. It's not my night!" Arali'Ven drawled in amused irritation at a particularly unsavory patron and flicked her lekku dismissively in his direction. She sidestepped an ass slap easily, having grown up in a less than savory planet that had conditioned her with a peripheral sense of when men were about to touch her ass... or her tits... or well anything on her body. She was thrilled not to wear a collar and she enjoyed her freedom to dress how she wanted, and own her own business(es). She shrugged off a leer and sent a sharp toothed grin in return as she sidestepped past two tables... She might have owning stakes in the crummy bar she was spending yet another night in, but that didn't mean she was some slut just cause she had lekku. Not that she was inept in sexual pleasures.
She weaved her way through the last few tables of seedy patrons and inebriated aliens to find the booth she was claiming for her own that night and she sneered at the top of the table before snapping her fingers at a bot. "Go get a clean hot wet rag for me, Toodee." She said firmly.
"Sure thing sweetie!" The droid said brightly and rolled off. Arali'Ven rolled her eyes. Curse whoever it was that thought droids should be bubbly.
Arali'Ven stretched, sighing in irritation as she got a few whistles and she sent double birds back to the room as she settled in the booth and glanced around. There were two... no three people here for her that she could see outright. "Alright I'm open but the first one better bring me a Barium Frizz." She called out with a sing song voice and thuroughly cleaned the tabletop when Toodee brought her the rag then handed it back and smiled brightly, showing off sharp teeth to a shaking, pathetic looking Rodian who moved up quickly to sit in the booth with her and hand over several credits. "Just the half bag, it's all I got... unless..." He said hopefully, trailing off as if she was some sort of charity. She rolled her eyes, handed him the half-bag, patted his cheek, and sent him off while she relaxed back to sip her drink. Ahh... she loved her job.
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Post by Janson on Feb 4, 2016 2:23:48 GMT
It had been such a good idea at the time, but now he was questioning it.
She would have been a beauty fresh out of the factory, with all of the bells and whistles that came with a new purchase from a major shipyard. She would have been eighty thousand credits then, with a fresh transponder and a new paint job. Instead twenty five thousand had bought him the Glittering Monster, a hunk of half rusted metal and way too flamboyant paint, and all the questionable innards that might yet surprise him in his new Dynamic Class freighter.
His blue eyes looked over the foul beast painted on the side, eagerly devouring it's prey--a scantily clad Twi'elk pinup and wondered if he too hand gotten in over his head with this one.
He ran a hand through his hair and went up the ramp to deposit his things and do a walk though of his new home, new life, new adventure. So she needed a little work...it was going to be worth it if he didn't have to answer to some sleemo crime lord to get food in his belly.
Nope, he was Hunter Drex, Captain of a soon to be renamed smuggling vessel.
He spent some time settling in before he decided to go grab a drink to celebrate.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 4, 2016 2:42:14 GMT
Arali'Ven was finishing up the last of the three glitheads and she stretched in her booth Luxuriously before climbing on top of the table to get a better look around the bar. She liked to check on the idiots and make sure there weren't going to be fights going on. She usually claimed the table and the others knew not to intrude so she left her slippers on the table-top and jumped down, stumbling a bit into the Sullustian sitting at the next table. She sighed and straightened herself before apologizing and moving to the bar for a refill on her Fizz. So she was a little too clumsy to be a dancer and she had two left lekku. Well one and a half.
She flicked the unmangled one in front of her shoulder and sighed as she leaned against the bar, waiting for Fraylen to finish her drink when she saw a tall human male enter the bar. He had blue eyes and that cocky swagger that said he did something illegal for his living. Just her kind of guy...
She turned slowly and leaned foward so the skimpy skirt covering her ass rode up and the very beginning of her curves peeked out the bottom. She stretched and shifted her lekku so the damaged one wasn't as visible from the back where he was approaching. She might be able to make a good sale if he was as spice happy as the rest of these scum...
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Post by Janson on Feb 4, 2016 2:59:20 GMT
Drex might not have been in this particular cantina before but as far as local cantina went it wasn't the worst. It was populated, but not overly so, and it seemed to have a lot on...
His gaze wandered slightly as he walked around the bar patrons to get a seat,but then again he had been set up so they would. Speaking of tap...
Yeah, like he could get a blind person onto his ship with those kind of intentions. What was he thinking about again?
He sat down in an empty seat and pulled out a few credits, setting them on the surface in front of him to get the bartender's attention. "Give me something local, and bonus tip for you later if it doesn't toy with my fragile human physiology."
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 4, 2016 3:23:45 GMT
The bartender pressed the Fizz in front of Arali and she took it before glancing at him. "Get him one of those corellian ales." She suggested. "They don't mess you up too badly." She suggested and grinned at him. "He is a delicate little thing though, maybe not that black aged one." She said brightly and looked Drex up and down before sipping her fizz.
She had a true purple skin and the red eyes that were common with some of her species. She had very high cheekbones but had that hint of solidity that suggested she got regular meals. The lack of a collar and the assertive body language hinted that maybe she'd always been in control of herself.
Her green clothing was in high demand and low supply though it covered any primary or secondary sex characteristics. She had thin, muscular lekku though the one that was shifted behind her shoulder had deep twisted scars on the end just above her shoulder blade that suggested she'd been mutilated.
"Having a good night?" She inquired of Drex.
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Post by Janson on Feb 5, 2016 3:00:04 GMT
Drex let his fingers close around the ale as it was set in front of him. It certainly wasn't what he had ordered but he wasn't stupid enough to offend a woman who was confident to order it for him. His other hand smoothed against one trouser leg as he turned in his chair to look at her with curiosity.
"It's been going well enough so far." He admitted to her.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 5, 2016 6:29:10 GMT
"Well enough and not dead sounds like a stang good night to me!" She said brightly and then smacked off a hand before it got too close to her ass and she turned to stare down a drunk patron until he lumbered off. "So what brings you around these parts? Haven't seen you before." She asked sweetly as she turned to mirror his own body language and open herself up for his eyes and attention.
She saw a guy signaling her for a double bag and she stretched and nodded. The man approached and grabbed her hip as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. She smiled and put her own hand against his chest and slipped the spice in, juuuust slowly enough for Drex to catch sight of it. He didn't smell like the security forces, so this would give him the little hint about her business without her having to slowly spell it out. The patron smiled at her and ambled off without another word and she collected the credits he'd tucked into her skirt's waistband.
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Post by Janson on Feb 8, 2016 4:53:48 GMT
Drex reached down and brought the ale to his lips, drinking as he considered his answer. She definitely wasn't after what he had initially thought upon their encounter. That display had definitely been revealing. Well... He supposed they both were. Still, it was kind of low to try and use sex to sell spice.
He bet it worked too. He wondered why she thought he was a good mark. Either way he might be able to turn this to his own advantage.
He licked the froth from his lips as he set the mug down and said, "I've been here and there. I was working for someone for a while but... As of today I'm my own boss. I would be glad to have someone to celebrate with." He noticed something out of the corner of his eye and leaned over to the bartender, "Can you send another one of these to the Mandalorian in the booth? If he asks just tell him it's a peace offering."
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 9, 2016 2:28:07 GMT
Kal’adenn was a drink into his night but only one since he was an arguably responsible type. He knew better than to get tipsy while he was somewhere relatively new. Especially when he was just biding his time waiting to see who was going to show their faces that night. He’d set his helmet to the side and was crushing a piece of ice between his teeth, doing his best to blend in as well as someone dressed in excessive amounts of white and gold armor could possibly do.
He’d clearly thought it was working much better than it was.
That became quite evident when a drink that he hadn’t ordered ended up slapped onto the table in front of him. It wasn’t that Kal’adenn had never had someone try to win his favor by getting him inebriated before. In fact, that was a common enough occurrence on certain planets. Nevertheless, he still gave the bartender a little frown at it. “Who's this from?” He demanded, following the finger pointing back to the man calmly at first. His expression changed in a split second as the recognition kicked in.
Was that kriffer kidding?
Kal’adenn slammed his hands into the table and stood up, annoyance taking over him in the way that it could so easily for someone from a culture of warriors. He was shaking his head at Drex already, motion sending his blond hair to fall downwards into his unfortunately cute face. That stupid son of a Bith was toying with him. Oh, hahaha, the mandalorian hadn’t caught the smuggler last time and now he was going to rub it in his face. In public. So everyone would know. What a joke.
“Hunter Drex, you sorry sack of Bantha poodoo!” Kal’adenn declared, clearly unworried about the commotion that he was about to cause.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 9, 2016 5:40:44 GMT
Arali'ven was just about to bat her eyes at Drex and offer to find him a nice being to warm his bed when the armored blonde shouted at him from across the bar. Arali glared at the Mando as she rested a hand on her blaster and shifted upright to stalk in front of Drex. "You boys are both real cute and I would loooove to keep you drinking and keep your business... but if you decide tonight is the night to measure your cocks, you can take that Bantha poodoo outside... you understand me?" She demanded and turned to glare at Drex. "You kriff up my bar, I kriff up your face."
She wasn't wearing much and she was slight enough either one of them could have probably lifted her one handed. But just then she was bristling with threat and warning, just begging them to give her a reason to kick them out.
Dammit! It was her night off too!
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Post by Janson on Feb 9, 2016 5:47:11 GMT
What the... What? Drex turned in his stool to look at them both with a surprised expression on his perfectly chiseled face. "What did I do?" He questioned, holding out both hands to the side in physical manifestation of his perplexed nature. He spilled his beer accidentally on the alien beside him and followed up with. "Besides that. Sorry pal."
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 9, 2016 5:54:36 GMT
"Don't play smart with me, Drex." Kal'adenn replied with a scowl that would have been much more threatening had he not looked as if he hadn't had to shave yet. As it stood he simply looked grumpy with his helmet still in hand. He couldn't believe this fool! Hiding behind some bartender?
"Get up, then. We'll see how this goes when you don't have anyone to hide behind, you...coward." The mandalorian spat the last word as if it were the worst thing that one could possibly say. To him, it really was.
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Post by Janson on Feb 9, 2016 6:00:41 GMT
"Whoa, hey," Drex said, setting his beer down on the counter. He placed a hand on his chest as he replied, "I'm not hiding behind anything. Or anyone."
He had some luck, didn't he? "I'm getting the feeling you're not a beer person..."
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Post by Forgot to log in will edit tom on Feb 9, 2016 6:12:48 GMT
"Out!" Kal'adenn demanded, voice hitting an awkward high in his rage at the situation. He was going to pummel Hunter Drex into the dirt till that stupid handsome face of his didn't make it so easy to talk people into hiding him and defending him without even knowing what a steaming pile of crap he was! That sorry...whimp!
He had never felt so humiliated in his entire life as he did right now.
What sort of bounty hunter had to stand and verbally fight with a bounty they had already lost once? And as if that wasn't bad enough, the bounty had called his attention to him. He hadn't even noticed him before because he'd been so engrossed in...ugh!
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 9, 2016 6:15:28 GMT
"Out!" Kal'adenn demanded, voice hitting an awkward high in his rage at the situation. He was going to pummel Hunter Drex into the dirt till that stupid handsome face of his didn't make it so easy to talk people into hiding him and defending him without even knowing what a steaming pile of crap he was! That sorry...whimp! He had never felt so humiliated in his entire life as he did right now. What sort of bounty hunter had to stand and verbally fight with a bounty they had already lost once? And as if that wasn't bad enough, the bounty had called his attention to him. He hadn't even noticed him before because he'd been so engrossed in...ugh!
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