A Hard Earned Meal (Kay Larr/Rygo)

[Rygo Ghast]

In the shade of the earthen enclosure of this cantina, Rygo's body could finally relax and enjoy some down-time. It was pretty busy that afternoon, and there were many different aliens from all over the galaxy surrounding him. A Cathar was dancing on a pole, wearing nothing but faded rags, while a crowd of hooting and hollering customers threw credits up on the stage for her. Amidst the crowd, Rygo spots a Dressellian and a Pau'an whispering to one another over their drinks, no doubt coming up with some nefarious plot. At the bar there's a Rodian and a Solonian arm-wrestling with each other while a pair of green Twi'leks cheer them on. An old, dirty yellow astromech droid that had been modified with a wide plate above it's domed head was serving drinks to customers, bumping clumsily into everything and spilling half of the drinks it carried. In the corner of it all, almost hidden in the shadows, was Rygo Ghast.

He sits alone at a booth carved into the walls, his legs propped up on the table, his back arched against the hard rock of his seat. One hand rests on the table around an empty cup while the other plays absent-mindedly on the wall, his fingers surfing across all the indents and crevices.

Rygo's been to this bar a few times, but only on nights like this one when it was crowded and nobody paid him any attention. Even though he was only sixteen, as long as he never bought anything illegal, he was allowed to stay and eat. The bartender still accepted most kinds of credits, and Rygo had no trouble finding them. Just an hour ago he'd been walking down the road, minding his own business, when a well dressed woman who was clearly an off-worlder bumped into him. Somehow Rygo's hand had found its way into her purse during the exchange and by the time he'd recoiled it, there was credits between his fingers. Imagine that.

For a while he sat and let his eyes wander around the cantina, but nothing too interesting was going on. I wonder if she'll be here tonight. It's been a while. Wouldn't mind it, I guess, though she can really get on my nerves sometimes. Chances are she's out getting into trouble...

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Rygo Ghast"] thought that no one was paying attention to him. But he was dead wrong. A certain little friend of his had been keeping watch ever since he was back in this neighbourhood. Nali Gunstark. The fiesty little Twi'lek teen was well used to keeping out of sight as she followed him; even smirking to herself at the credit-stealing move he made to the lady tourist. Smooth. And so very LAME. Why, Nali figured she could've pulled that off at the age of seven!

Into the bar she went, unnoticed by the teen as bar was crowded and his eyes were elsewhere. Instead of weaving in and out of the patrons she moved along with them. Her blue skin was enough to stand out as it is, but fortunately the brown leather she wore tended to at least let her blend in somewhat.

Again she smirked as she eyed Rygo sat there trying to look oh so casual like a rebel smuggler or something. But really his youth made him stick out much like hers did.

It didn't take long for her to reach his booth and without even pausing to ask for permission, she just sat herself down across from him and casually gave him an upward nod of her head. "Whatcha drinking? Blue milk? Or are ya trying to grow a little hair on your chest by having something a wee bit stronger?"