Cat and Mouse

[Lex Kyrst]

The bar was not somewhere she’d frequent on her own. It was shady and smelled funny, but it was a cornucopia for useful information. Lex had been patrolling the undercities of Coruscant for several years now when she wasn’t on active duty, and she seldom had a night out that didn’t yield fruitful information.

Now that the military was mobilizing, it wasn’t often that she was afforded time to pursue her own little side missions. Smugglers were quite possibly top on her list of people to hunt down, especially when they saw fit to waltz around on planets they had no business being in. Lex was in her usual gear, though her armor didn’t betray her as an obvious soldier.

Her nose scrunched up at the smell as soon as she entered the bar, and she saw the usual seedy patrons. There were scantily clad dancers up on stage and the music thumped hard enough to where she felt all her organs trembling. There was a subtle smell of spice in the air, and she began to wonder how this bar managed to stay open all these years.

Sitting at the bar, she saw a man that fit the bill for who she had gathered intelligence on. Instead of cutting to the chase, she instead walked over to take a seat next to him. Lex ordered herself a Corellian whiskey, glancing over at him curiously, “You look a little overdressed to be here,” She needed to find out more about what she was dealing with here before things escalated into an inevitable chase.

@Darasuum

 

[Dedric Ryker]

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While Dedric was a sociable and even a down right likable person he liked his time alone. His ship was large enough that the meager crew did not have to see one another all the time. But that was essentially like staying at home and not seeing one's own family. Still he needed to occasionally get out, drink something other than his own plethora of spirits.

Like every bar that called itself one there was a mirrior behind the counter. He did not know the reason for the trend or when or where it started but he appreciated it all the same. It allowed him to see those that approached behind him. One woman in particular who chose to sit next to him. He gave her a sidelong glance as she saddled up and ordered her drink. She was too old to just be some college gal trying to test his preferences for personal space. He had very little on that subject when it came to the fairer sex.

Her outfit and swagger definitely gave him some inkling as to what type of person she was. As far as he knew he was not wanted on any bounty board but if she were a bounty hunter she would not have sat down next to him. She was pretty, but he was not single and he had no idea what the woman was after. Dedric loathed guys that let their genitals think for them. Ironically he had crossed paths with numerous women that probably grouped him among those individuals. When she spoke about hit attire he had only a few choices of retorts to pick from. "I'll take that as a compliment." He said simply following his words with a sip from his own beverage and turning his head to look forward again.

@Sreeya ​