When Business Becomes Pleasure [Theed, Naboo]

[Rev]

Theed was always buzzing with life, it was no Coruscant or even Coronet, but it housed much of Naboo's Human populace. Traask had ventured to the often vacation destination only a handful of times, but today he simply wanted to get away from everything he "knew." Siryn's Call was housed in docking bay 7-H and was more than protected with his security drones on standby within. Someone would have to do more than just get past the loading ramp to steal his "gem."

His gaze looked outward from the stairwell of the spaceport. Casting his sight to the horizon his eyes focused on the reddening ball in the distance that was he sun. It would soon break that horizon and cast the planet into darkness, only the stars and moons to light up the plains. His gaze went upward to the hundreds of dots that began forming high above, his cold sight stopping on one of the three moons, Rori, for a long moment before breaking their lock. His mind was wandering and a drink was more than necessary to get him back into "shape."

"Empire, recruiting Stormtroopers! Visit your local recruiter today!"

A protocol droid chimed out from the bottom of the stairs, baiting Traask downward at long last. He'd pay no attention to the crying out hunk of metal, it was programmed to be a crier and nothing more.. The best he could get out of it was the location of the recruiting office and maybe the name of its ruling Officer. None of which he wanted. Letting out a sigh he took down the street to the right, the open walk way almost daunting as he took in the capital city. The Theed Cantina was down and to the left at the corner of the Main Boulevard and the Street of Glory. The light of the small club letting out into the cobblestone path. Pulling the brim down on his hat he covered his face some to prevent any curious eyes from identifying him; he found it to be his "safe-haven." Taking a step into the club he immediately made his way to a bar stool and took a seat. Across from him a bartender would procure and the clean shaven man dressed up in a rather luxurious way would ask the smuggler a quick and simply question.

"What can I get ya?"

"Bespin Port."

The tender gave him a subtle nod before procuring a half empty bottle and pouring a small glass about halfway with a mixture of ice. He'd slide it across the counter to the well "disguised" man.

"17 credits."

Traask looked up from behind the brim of his hat, almost having to arch his back to do so. The look he'd give the tender was almost one of shock and disgust, had the prices risen? Shaking his head he pulled out the appropriate credits and then some. Sliding them across to the man he relaxed in the stool, simply waiting for something to happen.. Something always happened.

 

[Sreeya]

“I’m telling you, I’m perfect for the position!”

She flashed the fake ID in the man’s face several times. She had been attempting to get a job as a dancer at every cantina around. Most of the time she was outperformed by actual twi’leks, but this one had some openings. She nervously stood before the man in charge of the hiring. He had a cigarra at the corner of his mouth, looking from the picture over to Tryn. She wore a typical dancer outfit, which put emphasis on her chest and hips, neither of which was as alluring as those of a real twi’lek. The man’s eyes roamed over to her head. Tryn audibly gulped. Her fake blue brain tails were beginning to slip. Thankfully, he quickly looked down, allowing her to adjust them. He thought for a long moment, rubbing his chin.

“You look…different than in this ID..”

“Come on, man, that was taken ages ago.”

“I dunno..I’ll go ask the boss.”

Tryn grumbled to herself and walked over to the bar. She knew pretending to be a twi’lek wasn’t the best way to go about things, but dammit those girls made bank! She plopped down on a seat, adjusting the weird skirt that kept riding up her crotch. How those women pranced around in them all day was beyond her. She ordered a generic girly drink and downed it in one gulp, half concerned that the man had run off to report her.

 

[Rev]

Traask had been staring across the club at a deep green Twi'lek swaying her hips to the soft beats that the speakers let off. In the distance her could hear a familiar chime of the band, sectioned off in a separate part of the Cantina but still more than able to be heard in the busier bar room. It was the bickering of a rather odd looking Twi'lek and what he thought to be the bouncer exchanging words on "business." His eyes shifted from the larger manager to the small framed girl who seemed to have an excuse at every corner from the little bit he was hearing. Taking a long sip off the Bespin Port he leaned back into the stool and brought his attention to a holovid of some racing sports.

Then as he watched a podracer explode in one of the final turns of the race he couldn't help but shake his head at the racers poor choice that ended with his life being taken. He'd bet on the racer before, Unto Hunruh, he'd be a missed racer, and for a lot a lost betting prospect. As he took the final pull from his drink the odd Twi'lek came up to his left, plopping down next to him his eyes traced over her seductive figure; the thoughts within his mind quickly being put out.

"Keep, Cometduster."

He paused for a short second and curled his fists into a his index and middle finger.

"Two."

His eyes traced over the Twi'leks face, something about it just didn't quite seem right. As he tried harder to see the difference between lekku and facial structure the two drinks were laid before him. Taking a long look at the shots his thoughts went back to the first time he had drank one.. The molecules were extracted from the very liquid, charging it with faint electrodes to electrify the tongue with almost chilling sensations. Grabbing one of the glasses he slid it down to the dancer and gave her a nod before tipping his hat.

"To..?"

Hinting at the stranger to give the toast its meaning his hand rose the glass up into the air. He'd wait for her to tap them together before downing it, not usually a socialite, but between the two of them they could each use another drink.

 

[Sreeya]

Tryn raised an eyebrow as he slid a drink over to her. For a moment she wondered if it was poisoned, a lifetime of being raised to suspect everyone and everything was kicking in. However, she took the drink regardless, grinning as he suggested she propose a toast.

"To..to.."

Her eyes roamed over his attire, and she presumed him to be a smuggler. He looked more clean cut than the ones she usually came across. The fact that he didn't start off by groping her spoke volumes about his chivalry. She finally smiled.

"To racking in the credits!"

She clinked her glass against his and downed the drink as he did. She was hit with the chilling sensations in her mouth almost instantly, pausing for a moment to marvel at the drink. She quickly felt the top of her head to ensure the lekkus still hung.

"So what brings you to these parts?"

Tryn's social skills had improved since she had ran from Csilla. Being around her family meant acting and talking in a particular fashion. Being out in the open galaxy, being free to go anywhere she pleased and meeting countless faces taught her the kind of small talk everyone started off with. In particular, she could care less where anyone was from. However, he looked like the useful sort and looked as if he could handle a fight.

 

[Rev]

Her toast almost broke his cold features that hid so well behind the brim of the hat. He was a man who lived for credits, it seemed to be the only thing he had left for inspiration. The thought never passed into his head, but it often was there; whether he was aware of it or not. The soft clang of glassware would fill both their ears and the electrifying sensation would then charge their tongues; it was a different sensation, but one that was unforgettable.

"Vacation."

He motioned to the tender to supply him with another of the Cometdusters, if she wanted another he'd easily call for a second. His mind deliberating on whether or not to continue on the subject she asked of, instead he'd pose a question of his own.

"Aside from.."

He looked her over for a moment once again, the shot(s) again being placed in front of him. His eyes would look the unique liquid over for as long as he had the woman next to him, picking it up and holding it between his fingers before continuing.

"attempting to be a dancer, what brings you here?"

He'd down the drink, the same electric sensation filling his mouth with an almost numbing effect. It was that instant he realized the woman kept checking the lekku, something he'd never actually seen a dancer do from his hours in Hutt parties and the various cantinas that littered the galaxy.

"Hiding?"

He smirked for the first time, taking a short sip of the Bespin Port that had been refilled. His initial thought being he'd scare the "dancer" off, regardless she meant next to nothing to him aside from a drink and conversation; something he could get almost anywhere.