A Day at The Mos Eisley Cantina

[Neema]

Neema removes her Duster coat, wiping the sweat off her arms, before folding it next to her and sitting back down, "Did, I miss anything?"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"No, I can't say you did. Welcome back." Dav gave her a warm smile as he drank some more water. "So, how long will you be in tatooine, Neema?" Dav leaned forward as he asked this.
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[Neema]

Neema shrugs, "A while, I should think, cheap fuel, lively locales, interesting people..." She gestures forward towards him, "And its kinda nice to come home."

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"Interesting people indeed." Dav gave a friendly smile and addressed a question that he had wanted to ask. "How did you .. umm.. lose your finger? Unless it's personal, of course." He kind of sank back in his seat, not knowing if it would upset her.

 

[Neema]

Neema looks down hesitantly for a second at her hands, then back up again, smiling, "It's actually kinda funny..." She leans forward, "It sorta got eaten, crazy, huh?"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav lifted an eyebrow. "Eaten? By what?"

 

[Neema]

Neema shrugs, before draining the last of her ale, "This guy was trying to rob me years ago... shots got fired and some people died, him included. The sleemo took my finger in his mouth hard and wouldn't let go." She leans back again, subconsciously fingering her stump. "It freaked me out, at the time, but in one irrational moment my whole life changed... and I like the new me."

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav tried to not laugh, so he covered his mouth with his hand to hide the smile. "Wow, I've never seen someone bite a finger off. That would scare the crap out of me.." He subconsciously put his hand on the sword clipped to his belt. If anyone tried to rob her while he was around, they would get a surprise. "I like you too." He winked and sipped some more water. No more alcohol for Dav tonight.

 

[Neema]

The smile is back, "Well, I should hope so, I am very likable, and everybody knows it!" She suddenly slams her palms down on the table, "That levitating junk-rat has totally missed his chance to do business..."

 

[Kyte Ra'Kon]

Well that seemed like a que for Ra'Kon to leave those two alone.He knew what that means and so he got up and headed towards the table where he feel asleep at earlier. " Hey if you guys need me or anything I'll be over there sleep " while leaving he gave Dav a thumbs up and waved at Neema.

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[Dav Scorpio]

Dav laughed and gave Ra'Kon a thumbs up back. "I'm sure that table doesn't know it, with you hitting it and all." Dav smirked and leaned back. "I told you he wouldn't show upppp." he teased.
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[Neema]

"You told me?", She points at Dav, "Well I'm telling you, this is not how deals are made! You make an appointment and you keep it! Keep it I say!" She leans forward on crossed arms, sighing. "I'll just say it, I'm a smuggler." She glances around, before continuing, "but the whole system breaks down when there is no good communication." She sighs again.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"I'll just say this then. I'm a bounty hunter. Oh and I can do this." Dav closed his eyes and lifted her cup of ale up using the force, then brought it to him, plucking it from the air and taking a sip. "Ah, refreshing. And if you want the guy dead, just tell me." He winked at her and visibly patted his vibrosword.
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[Neema]

Neema's eyes go wide for a second, blinking a few times, shaking her head quickly, "Nah, it's okay." She then leans in a bit, "Besides, if he were to die, I still wouldn't get paid." Neema covers her mouth as she snickers quietly. "Soo..... How exactly does that work? I mean.. I thought you had to be a Jedi to do those magic tricks, but I don't see you wearing a dress."

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"Well can I just kill him for fun?" he asked, grinning. He couldn't help but laugh loudly at her comment about the dress. "Actually, I was never a jedi and you don't have to be one to be force sensitive." Dav reached out with the force, slowly levitating Neema inches off of her chair. "It takes a bit of concentration, and a lot of studying."
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[Kyte Ra'Kon]

Ra'Kon was half sleep when he saw Dav used the force to lift the cup. "He's force sensitive like me... well it's not uncommon but I haven't seen another one in a while" He said as he dosed off to sleep.

 

[Neema]

Neema squirms around a bit in the air, trying hard not to laugh at the strangeness of it. "Woow... okay this is weird!" She raises her voice, excited but can't help laughing, "Hey, I'm pretty much at eye level, now!".

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"Yeah if I lift you up a few more inches!" Dav laughed and lowered her back into her seat. "So yeah that's my big confession." He smiled and finished the glass of ale that he stole from Neema with the force. "I'm really tall, you're really short. I like to fight, you run. I have armor, you don't. I have bright eyes, you have grey ones. I have dark skin you have light skin. Apparently opposites do attract." Dav smiled warmly at Neema, leaning in towards her.
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[Neema]

Neema can feel her face light up crimson, and not just from the alcohol. "I have heard that.." She props herself up on her hands, lifting off her chair for elevation, tilting her whole body forward. She swallows the saliva in her mouth, applying moisture to her throat, which suddenly seems as dry as the desert, outside. Her eyes flutter closed as she progresses... until her forehead bumps his... "...I guess my aim's bad when I'm tipsy..." she murmurs, slumping her shoulders slightly, leaning further foreword against his forehead.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav closed his eyes, then they bumped forehead to forehead. "Maybe I got you a little bit too drunk to aim." he teased as he tilted her chin with his hand and kissed her
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