Slummin' It With The Worst, Meetin' The Best (Private)
Jul 31, 2018 15:05:14 GMT -5
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Post by Vehluva on Jul 31, 2018 15:05:14 GMT -5
This particular cantina was known for it's seediness, a hive full of all sorts of unsavory sorts, and especially popular with those from the Underworld. There was so much to do, ranging from Pazaak and drinking, to doing drugs and get into fights. It was also the place one would usually find all sorts of people who had bounties on their head. In short, it was the perfect place for someone like herself to be in. Catching bounties, fighting, Pazaak, booze and alcohol, it was practically a home away from home for herself. Growing up on Nar Shaadda, such things were typically common for her, and such seedy cantina were typically the best place if one was looking for all kinds of mercenary work.
The moment the doors to the cantina slid open, many eyes turned to her, and they got an eyeful of a Lethan Twi'Lek strutting into the place, armed with a blaster and clad in some form of lightweight armor that showed she clearly wasn't some kind of ordinary citizen. The red-skinned alien scanned the area around her, taking note of the faces she knew were wanted by all sorts of people, and decided to head right up to the bar itself, sitting down on one of stools and tapping the bar top with a finger to get the bartender's attention. The bartender turned to her, and she learned at that point the bartender was a Devaronian, one of the particularly less friendly races.
"Well, looks like we got ourselves a nice little floozy in here now. Whatchu looking for, sweetness?" he said to her, giving her a rather lecherous grin as he tried his best to seem charming. In response, the slave girl wrinkled her nose in distaste, looking very much unimpressed with the other alien's complete lack of shame. She knew that she would just have to grow used to this kind of treatment when it came to her line of work. She had grown used to this kind of treatment over her days as a dancer for her master Qingrus the Hutt, so being shamelessly leered at was rather par for the course. The only thing she was disappointed by, was how blatantly unoriginal his words were.
"Just get me some Namana Liquor and mind your own damned business, you kriffing horn-head. I've been without a good fight for a while, and my trigger-finger's awfully itchy" she said to him as she glared at him with her amber eyes, the implied threat being thrown out rather casually. The Devaronian scowled at her and mumbled under his breath, but acquiesced to her request, sliding her some Namana Liquor and sliding the glass to her. He then turned away and struck up a conversation with one of the other patrons, while Vehluva quietly partook in some of the booze she had been served.