"Oh, it was an actual thing?" Allyson scrolled quickly through the message about her being paired off with someone from this dating app. She hadn't realized it was a legit dating app.
"Oh, Force," she grumbled as she waited at the stop light on her speeder bike. Allyson had signed up for it thinking it was just an information network - a place to connect with people on a more human basis. The woman was trying to make friends, potentially to cure whatever loneliness she had been feeling. Mentally, the Corellian allowed herself to even fathom the thought with the reason of work. The more people she had connections with, the better work would be - gathering information would be accessible once again.
"Feth, I'm late." The light shifted colors, and her speeder took off, dipping through the larger vehicles on the road. Was she really going to honor this? What if, at the end of the day, it was a trap? Allyson wouldn't put it past any of her enemies to use the fact she can't maintain a stable relationship for long against her. It wasn't an unknown thought that the Corellian's wandering eye got her into more trouble than it did good.
It took only a few extra minutes, but Allyson finally arrived where she needed to be. There was no time to vette the woman she had been paired off with beyond how old she was.
"She's younger than Kat…" The thought made Allyson stop in her tracks as, for just a moment, the woman forgot how old she was. Mumbling under her breath, she counted on her fingers and then cringed slightly. Silently, a prayer of thanks to the Force that she was born a longer-living human species.
The entirety of the space was set up for this event. Allyson wondered who or why anyone would fund something like this. Maybe it was because there were many lonely people in the galaxy? Thinking about it like that, Allyson could see why this would draw people to it. A part of her was thankful that the woman had chosen something calmer than the casino or the nightclub. With the night the Corellian had, she needed something relaxing.
Heading into the viewing space, Allyson saw other couples lingering. They were hitting it off, and they were all dressed quite nicely. Allyson, on the other hand, had just finished a job. Deep, seedy area with artifacts, illegal trade, and just a lot of blaster fire. Feeling uncomfortable, the Corellian ran her hands down the sides of her leather jacket, trying to brush off any scorch marks. She reached down and tucked the loose end of the Corellian Blood Stripe piping that was showing its age. Looking as suitable as she could under the current circumstances, Allyson smiled and slowly approached the woman with the colorfully dyed hair.
"Tizdalle Jyll?" Allyson adjusted the dark eyepatch over her cybernetic eye and continued smiling, trying to understand why she was nervous about this event.
"I'm really sorry I'm late - work, um ran longer than usual."
She was Allyson Locke, the woman who used her charm to gain access to Sith secrets during the last hyperspace war.
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