An unexpected acquaintance

[Zef Halo]

Generic Cantina #4201
Theed, Naboo.


He spent the afternoon under arrest and behind bars before being let out. Of course, Jude's first destination was the cantina. The agent required a drink. A strong one. What brought a First Order agent to Naboo, deep in Galactic Alliance territory ? Paid time off ? Unfortunately not. He was here on work. Very important work that he had been trying to finish but had no progress so far.

A mystical weapon that had unrealistic powers. Everything that the First Order Security Bureau had needed to send good ol' Jude Falkrowe here was simply...rumors. Nothing more than that. He'd been here for almost a month and not even one rumor had stemmed up. Not from the underground, not from the high-end snobs, nothing. Not even one clue.

Out of frustration, he'd ended up in a fight earlier today with some thugs only to be arrested and disciplined. Hence, his arrival directly into the cantina with visible bruises on his face and a cut lip was not surprising. Jude's navy colored shirt was torn on some places but he did not care one bit. Not. One. Bit.

He just needed to dive into his sea of sins.

"Malt Whiskey. Strongest you got." Jude gestured at the bartender as he sat on the bar like a completely uncivilized barbarian. With no regards to anyone or any manners at all, the agent put his hand in front of the female patron beside him, not even looking at her. How did he know she was female ? Perfume. "Gimme a damn cigarette, hun. It's been a karkin' long day." The whiskey glass arrived and in one flash of a gulp the liquid was down his throat igniting him within. "One more. No ice, boss."


[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

The bar was somewhere she enjoyed being at, mostly collecting information from those around her without their knowledge. The woman at the bar wasn’t a spy, for the most part. She didn’t belong to some major power - just a loyalty to one person. She mused over her lightly colored cocktail and poked around at the minds that were in her vicinity. There wasn’t much around her, just a few boys searching for a nice girl to take home to do unspeakable things to, girls wondering if they were good enough and others wondering what to do next with their lives. Bars were like that, some had fun and some came looking for something.

Her lips touched the rim of the glass, it left a faint color of red from her lipsticks on the rim. Before she could set the glass down and continue her people watching a rather loud individual placed his arm in front of her and invaded her personal space, not only did he do this - but he also called her hun. An eyebrow twitched as she listened to his rude remarks towards the bartender. She made eye contact with the bartender and as quickly as the man came barreling into the bar, the woman invaded the bartender’s mind. The invasion was smooth and the bartender broke eye contact with the woman and looked at the demanding man.

“Oh?” Showing a forced surprise, the bartender took the glass, then reached into his pocket. His hand revealed a deathstick and twisting it in his fingers, he casually lit it and then handed it towards the man while he poured the drink. A smirk spread across the woman’s lips which was emulated on the bartender’s face. The whiskey was poured and the deathstick soon found its heated end in the drink. “Here’s to your long day.”

The woman chuckled under her breath while she took another sip of her drink. As she released the bartender’s mind from her grasp she attempted to force her way into the man’s mind leaving him a faint message…

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Don’t you dare call me Hun again [member="Jude Falkrowe"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

Jude waited for the cigarette that never came to his hands and his craving for it would've made him turn his attention to the female beside him had it not been for the death stick that the bartender decided to toss into his drink. For whatever reason the man thought it would be helpful, Jude did not even bother to acknowledge the fact that he truly looked as the lowliest thug on Theed, he simply took the glass and aggressively threw it at the wall of the bar. Naturally, the Force surged with the emotions that possessed him, it may have influenced the bartender to cower back a few steps in fear but it certainly clouded his senses through the Force.

Don’t you dare call me Hun again​

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The abrupt invasion of his mind startled him both mentally and physically as he stumbled backwards and immediately faced the assailant. Being invaded like that, with such finesse and precision, talked highly of the intruder. Jude's emotions were sealed down and replaced with sturdy walls within his mind and a fog to cover the fortress where all the secrets lied. A mix of worry and fear engulfed him, he knew well that even subconsciously his mind was resilient, passively always defended and the fact that someone was able to pass through that either spoke of his carelessness in the last few days or of a very powerful mentalist.

Jude did not need to tap into the Force to find the messenger. The statement that rang in his head clearly led to the agent focusing all his attention to the blonde beside him that he had just asked for a cigarette. Stumbling backwards, Jude attempted to draw a pistol from behind his trousers but found nothing and looked goofy.

Kark.

"Who the hell are you?" His telepathic message was faint like an echo as the mentalist had sealed his mind as much as possible. Did he have more questions ? Possibly. Right now, though, he was still trying to calm himself down. Not having a gun and feeling absolutely outgunned by the blonde mentalist that looked as satisfied and in control as ever was not the best scenarios one could end up in. Nonetheless, it was believed that in such scenarios Jude shone due to his unpredictability and improvisation. "How's your day goin', madam?" He curtly nodded as he spoke verbally to the blonde with his signature smirk on his face. "Perhaps you have a cigarette to share with this rather bruised patron." Nicotine addiction was serious business.

If they kept staring at each other, the rest of the cantina would think of them as freaks. People would start talking and Jude would become a memorable face. Not a good thing for an intelligence agent.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer smirked as she got the message back from the man. She obviously did something that startled him and that was completely the point. Though he didn’t go away nor did he show her the complete reaction she wanted. Bringing her drink to her lips she shrugged at his question and allowed him to keep talking. He was interesting, there was more to him than met the eye, but his mental defenses were child’s play...well to her they were. The glass returned to the counter of the bar and she looked towards the bartender. Hazel orbs shifted their gaze and she fell back upon the stranger that was desperate to fuel his addiction.

“I do not, how do you think I kept this pretty face? Those death sticks are pretty bad for you...lose a bit of your life every puff.” Jedi mind trick and a casual hand wave. “You don’t want to smoke those anymore.” If it worked, then she could possibly have more fun with this one, if it didn’t work...then she probably sounded like a moron. Either way, she wasn’t moving from where she was sitting any time soon.

“As for my day, it was going well till some ruffian barged his way in here demanding a cigarette.” A smirk for a smirk and the glass returned to her lips. Another sip and it returned back down to the bar, but this time her finger played along the edge in the droplets of the condensation. “How’s your day going?” Leaning forward, Spencer continued to smirk and remarked quietly under her breath, loud enough for the man to hear, “If you’re shy, I can always find out for myself…” [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

 

[Zef Halo]

The calm and collected demeanor of the blonde paired with her intrusion in his mind was enough to tell him that she was a potential foe that he...did not want to be a foe of. On the other hand, it piqued his interest greatly. Curiosity killed the cat but the adrenaline was worth it. The slight disappointment of learning that she had no cigarette were washed away by her witty response and the curiosity that attracted him to this enigmatic persona. He would lie, if he did not feel slightly worried but that was the agent side of him speaking. The other, wild, side bathed in the unknown. With a wave of her hand, Jude felt less needy of the nicotine.

"I won't smoke, fine, at least for now." He chuckled as he took a seat one seat away from her, unknowingly to him the woman's mental attack had succeeded, more or less. Jude then added with a remark about her previous statement. "It'd be a shame if I ruined that pretty face with smoke."

The blonde's description of the events and certainly her description of him made him scoff. Jude found out that her facial expressions and attitude were undeniably similar to his, to an extent that is. Who was she ? It rang through his mind as on repeat and he feared that she might hear his mind considering the skills she earlier demonstrated with the Force. It both scared him and thrilled him.

And there it was again - the easy, as if welcomed, intrusion in his mind.

“If you’re shy, I can always find out for myself…”

It was as if his mind was her own mind's home and she ventured forth not disturbed. The reaction to her telepathic message only lasted a moment when his eyes widened but quickly regained his composure with his signature grin still painted on his face.

"Well, I'd say worse now. Blonde, mysterious women in a cantina are never a good sign." Jude locked his eyes with hers while gesturing the bartender to bring him a drink. Afterwards, he boldly sent out a telepathic message of his own. Unlike her comfortably sounding messages, his were like a kid home alone speaking behind the door. "Whatever she's drinking, I will have one, as well."

Who the hell are you, woman ?​

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[member="Spencer Varanin"]​