A Day at The Mos Eisley Cantina

[Neema]

Neema's closed again, as she released the breath she did not know she was holding through her nose. She leans in a bit further, her palms sliding forward until her fingers curl tight at his end of the table.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Leaning in a bit further, Dav was gently holding Neema's cheek with one hand as they kissed. She' a very good kisser, Dav thought as they continued to kiss...

 

[Neema]

Her hands travel their way up his unrelenting armor, grasping tight to the edge by his neck, pulling him her, succumbing to the high of hormones and alcohol.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav could feel her gripping his armor, pulling him to her. He leaned into her a bit more, enjoying this long kiss. He rested his free hand on the table, still holding her cheek with the other.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

(Um...Keep it PG kiddies...)

 

[Dav Scorpio]

(It's pg, just a bit of kissing )

 

[Listeri Dalane]

( <_< Suuuuuuuuure...)
Listeri slid into a booth, now just fiddling with his hologram projector, as he listened to the tunes playing in the background.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav realized that people were probably watching them. Pulling back a bit, he whispered "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this in public." He leaned back a bit, flashing @[member="Kyte Ra'Kon"] a quick thumbs up.
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

Neema leaned back as well, bringing her hands together. shielding her blushing face. She clears her throat, "Yeah... that's right. You're absolutely right. I don't know how that happened."

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav grinned at her, looking into her grey eyes. "Well we should do that again sometime." He winked and took a drink of water. He enjoyed it, it's just that they probably shouldn't be getting into it in the middle of a cantina on tatooine. "Here's my comm frequency, if you ever need to reach me, that's the way to do it." He scribbled a number down and handed it to her. It was the frequency for his in-helmet comm, which he almost always wore.
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

As she pockets the frequency, an alarmingly annoying series of beeps blares from her wrist communicator, bringing about another beaming grin, "Finally! Hand on I just gotta--" she calls back as she sprints towards the more quiet back rooms of the cantina.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Listeri was leaned back in a booth, his eyes closed and his moving to the rhythm of the catchy tunes being played the band near the front of cantina. His fingers were drumming against the desk, when all of the sudden he sprang up, as a sharp beeping pierced the air. He turned to the girl who was fiddling with her wrist comm, and glared at her. He straightened his hat, and closed his eyes again, now facing the empty seat in front of him.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"Okay, I'll wait." Dav donned his helmet and waited in his chair. If she commed him, he would be listening. There didn't seem to be much going on, so he was satisfied that she'd be okay.

 

[Neema]

Slamming the restroom door behind her, Neema punches a few buttons onto her wrist, and is immediately greeted with the unrefined grating voice of her client, "Ah... So, I see you're still waiting , eh? This is good, yes? Maybe we can do some business." Practically fuming at the ridiculous delays, she ignores his attempts at talking shop before cutting him off. "My time's valuable, Getta, and you keep wasting more and more, I'm expecting double when you fly in here!"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav scanned the crowd. The bar was very full, but he was sure that he could take any one of the people there in a fight so he turned his attention to a new glass of ne'tra gal. He had a resistance built up to alcohol since he drank often, so he could stand a few more. Sipping the drink, he wandered if Neema's contact actually would show..
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

Her contacted sputtered out defiance, but she cut in sharply, "You can always find someone else, you know I do good work!" She lets out a sigh to calm herself, pinched the bridge of her nose between her eyes. "I'm docked the same as last time, don't even bother showing here, just bring the shipment to my ship, my partner will quality-check." With a huff, she punches off the call, heading back towards her booth, rapping her knuckles onto the table enthusiastically a few times as she slides into her seat, "Things are looking up!"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"What happened?" Dav smiled behind his helmet as he saw her. Taking it off, he put it on the table and off to the side. "I assume that means he's coming then?" He leaned forward on the table, smiling.

 

[Neema]

Neema shook her head, "nuh uh, I just sent him to my ship since her was taking so long, He'll either show up, and I get double my original percentage, or he won't and I won't bother with his business again." She leans back, interlocking her fingers and cracking the dramatically, "Either way, good change."

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"If I were you, I wouldn't do business with him again anyways. But I have a bad habit of killing people that I really don't like." Dav dramatically cracked his fingers much louder than Neema and also cracked his neck, smiling at her. "So what was the business you two were doing? If you don't mind me asking of course."
[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

"Simple run, bringing hot blasters from out here into core systems, as the middle-man, I get a cut from pickup and drop-off, so it can be lucrative, without some of the risk attached to bigger jobs." Neema shrugs her shoulders lightly, "Not that I don't like big jobs, but this is good for some scratch."