Nar Shaddaa, 16:00 local time, the Hutt's Gut
Inès was light on money. It'd been a beans and rice and ramen kind of week, and the week before that, and before that one too. She'd pop into the House from time to time to catch up with the other Children — and more importantly, stay for dinner — but it wasn't an ideal situation and she'd much rather spend her money on spray paint, explosives, and good grub. So, here she was again, waiting in a seedy little bar called the Hutt's Gut in Nar Shaddaa's belly, waiting for someone to show up.
The indigo twi'lek was seated off in a corner, swirling a cheap beer around its glass with one hand while her other was preoccupied with her shit brick of a phone. She was scrolling through gBay, looking at parts up for sale or auction. While she scavenged most of the materials she used to make her explosives from junkyards or other places, certain things were best bought off someone else, like chemical compounds for example. As much as she lived for the thrill of danger, blowing her face off because she was messing with something she thought was one thing but was actually another didn't fit her standard of fun.
So, gBay it was. Until whoever it was got here, at least. "Where are they anyways?"
She was informed of this job by an acquaintance of hers. Something about needing an "explosives expert". While Inès was far from an expert, she had no qualms about listening to whoever this dude was and what he wanted. She needed the money, after all. She was always needing money.
The twi'lek adjusted her hoodie and went back to scrolling on her phone, glancing toward the entrance of the bar every so often. She was on Galaxygram now looking at photos of murals some of her friends had thrown up around the city and had photographed to share. She liked a few, practically itching to ditch this meeting to go tag some walls herself.
@Charles