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"At this point you are simply inviting trouble, Miss Red. People will see us and take it as a challenge, not a deterrent."
"Just let me handle the locals, ok Mr Jedi?" She would roll her eyes and give an exasperated sigh at his fatherly protests. "Sheesh. You need to take a chill pill."
The two would walk down the long streets and several people would move out of their way. Others didn't quite move far enough and ended up bumping into them, but Rico paid them no mind. She had plenty of protection in her suit and wasn't worried in the slightest about getting stabbed, mugged, or injured. To them, she was the person to fear. She rather liked not feeling like a victim for a change. The walk would not take them very long and soon they came to the designated bar. Rico walked up to the door and pulled it open, barely holding onto it for a second before expecting Kast to grab it for himself.
The bar was simple. There was not much else to say about it. Down a small flight of stairs led them into a wide room from side to side. In the center of the room, which took up almost the entire length of the room was a rounding bar where two bartenders worked on their customers. To the left of them were a selection of tables that could fit maybe six people in a rounded booth; there were five of these in total. A group of three sat in the second booth. A single man sat in the third booth. A larger group of five women occupied the final one. After the booths were three tall tables which stood on the other end of the room that the two had entered in from. Two of them were occupied by business men of sorts, two and two each exchanging pleasantness. And lastly to the right of them were two more tall tables and a make-shift stage that took up the rest of the space on the East-most side of the bar. It was busier than Rico expected. A place so small as this wouldn't give off the impression it was busy enough for two employees to be working. Maybe it was in the middle of a shift change? Neither of them would look up at the two would entered for they were being rather diligent about whatever drinks they were making.
"So..." she would turn and look at the man. "You getting any feelings?" Her question was in regards to the whole Jedi-mind reading skill she assumed all Force sensitives could have. Magic that was far above any average humanoid.
"Just let me handle the locals, ok Mr Jedi?" She would roll her eyes and give an exasperated sigh at his fatherly protests. "Sheesh. You need to take a chill pill."
The two would walk down the long streets and several people would move out of their way. Others didn't quite move far enough and ended up bumping into them, but Rico paid them no mind. She had plenty of protection in her suit and wasn't worried in the slightest about getting stabbed, mugged, or injured. To them, she was the person to fear. She rather liked not feeling like a victim for a change. The walk would not take them very long and soon they came to the designated bar. Rico walked up to the door and pulled it open, barely holding onto it for a second before expecting Kast to grab it for himself.
The bar was simple. There was not much else to say about it. Down a small flight of stairs led them into a wide room from side to side. In the center of the room, which took up almost the entire length of the room was a rounding bar where two bartenders worked on their customers. To the left of them were a selection of tables that could fit maybe six people in a rounded booth; there were five of these in total. A group of three sat in the second booth. A single man sat in the third booth. A larger group of five women occupied the final one. After the booths were three tall tables which stood on the other end of the room that the two had entered in from. Two of them were occupied by business men of sorts, two and two each exchanging pleasantness. And lastly to the right of them were two more tall tables and a make-shift stage that took up the rest of the space on the East-most side of the bar. It was busier than Rico expected. A place so small as this wouldn't give off the impression it was busy enough for two employees to be working. Maybe it was in the middle of a shift change? Neither of them would look up at the two would entered for they were being rather diligent about whatever drinks they were making.
"So..." she would turn and look at the man. "You getting any feelings?" Her question was in regards to the whole Jedi-mind reading skill she assumed all Force sensitives could have. Magic that was far above any average humanoid.