"Weirdos? I know the word, but I have never quite understood how to identify one. Or maybe I did at one point and it was scrambled....."
Dominik blinked at the droid. He pursed his lips and thought for a moment on how to identify a weirdo.
"Inside there are lots of people drinking drinks they can't keep down while wearing clothes they can't afford and doing things they can't and won't remember. And they have strange tastes in just about everything. Those are 'weirdos'. You see anybody wearing fur around their neck with a bare chest or eyelashes longer than their nails, those are weirdos."
Once inside Dom remembered that they weren't here to shoot up the place. They were there to acquire it, and the guns were backups incase things got hairy. But who knew if security had found them. Best to check on them. Ivory told him to do so, and with a nod he melted into the crowd and moved for the men's restroom. He sighed in relief as the thumping music that filled his ears had quieted down somewhat.
It had multiple stalls, wide enough to fit your bigger sentient races. Dominik waited at the sinks, pretending to wash his hands until one Twi'lek man left, then checked to make sure the restroom was empty. Climbing up onto the sink counter he leaned over to the vent stationed in the middle of the ceiling. The screws were in, but that's how he had set them. With a soft hit, the screws fell loose, dangling by the last of their threads. He pushed the vent panel up and reached inside, keeping his ears open for anyone entering. He felt the bag, and the hard blasters inside. He wanted to fully check them all, make sure they functioned and weren't tampered with, but the door...
He hopped down and moved to the control panel that was beside all doors like this. But they were easily tampered with if you knew what to do. His metal hand grasped the thin casing and pulled down sharply. It slid with a hard '
click' and then came off. Then it was just a single wire unfastened that wouldn't take the door out of commission like if you shot it, but just to keep the buttons on the panels from sending a signal. Bingo.
Dominik went back to the bag of guns and opened it on the counter. Inside were the blasters and rifles he had smuggled in. All standard basic fair. If they needed to wage a firefight, they wanted to be as nondescript as possible. Fancy weapons could identify them if people went digging. So in each bag, this one and the one hidden in the women's restroom, would each contain two E-11 rifles and two DL-18 pistols. Not a lot, but for the small group it would easily outfit them all. He couldn't bring in an entire arsenal due to slinking around the vents and weight and all. He checked them for any tampering, even went so far as to quickly field strip one of them, and found everything just fine. He loaded them back up into the bag and slipped them back into the vent. Carefully setting the screws back into place, they looked tightened but were ready to fall out at a jiggle's notice. After repairing the panel, it was on to the next one.
The weapons weren't for retrieving right away, they were if they needed to start shooting their way forwards or out.
The women's restroom. This... might get messy. He loitered nearby it for some time, watching women go enter and leave for a few minutes. He hhadn't been joking before about the weirdos who would go to a place like this. But for every weirdo there was ten gorgeous women in dresses that said they knew how good they looked. One good-looking woman had long red hair in a braid, and it reminded him of
Niki Priddy
.
'Niki wore that better' He thought loudly enough to actually hear himself. The music was so loud he had to almost project his thoughts to understand them himself. Then he remembered the telepathic communicators him and the others wore and hoped he didn't just send a questionable message. He waited until all the women he had seen enter had exited, then waited for the flashing multi-colored lights to die down with the song as they did sometimes, leaving the place in darkness beside the florescent drinks and toys people brought with them. As it got dark, Dominik slipped inside.
It was the same as the men's aside from a lack of urinals and generally much cleaner. There was a compact makeup case on the counter, maybe someone had been too drunk to remember it. He put a foot on the counter before he heard a groan from one of the stalls. It wasn't a pleasant one, like one you might expect from someone sitting on the toilet for so long someone might think nobody was left in the room. He reached for the vent and checked inside. The bag and guns were there, but then heard the flush of the toilet and the movement of clothes, a dress being pulled back on.
He quickly got down and moved into a stall, shutting it just as the other stall opened. He heard her messing with something small and metallic and thin as she stood infront of the mirror. That compact must have been hers, not forgotten. Then he heard sniffling, and muffled sobs coming from the woman. He was about to wonder what had gone wrong with her when he heard a large number of voices get closer to the door. The girl quickly inhaled in surprised fear, recognizing the voices. Then the door opened.
"So, you buried yourself in here, did you? You're such a mole." The new woman said in a pretentious tone before she gave a noise of disgust and entered. The way sounds reverberated around the room, it could have been five or a million other girls who joined the lead queen, their heals clicking annoyingly. Dominik couldn't see them, but he imagined the new women surrounding the crying one.
"With hair like this, you think you belong in a place like Kasakar?" There was a soft sound of pain, like the new woman had grabbed the other's hair and pulled.
"How many people did you lay with to get in here, seriously?"
"I-I didn't!" The first woman said, pained.
"I got in here, same as you, Tola."
"Your hot boyfriend's money?" The new woman, Tola, scoffed.
"Please Mila, you couldn't get somebody if you lived on the 1st level!"
How did he get stuck in a situation like this?
"Ivory," He meant to communicate to her now, the only woman in the group.
"Would you be able to come in and break up something happening in the-"
"Well yeah, I'd die from the toxins down there." Mila responded through a sob. Then she spit back some defiance.
"Or do you just not know basic facts Tola? Maybe you spent so long down there yourself that your brain has holes. Letting your man's money pay your way for everyt-" A slap rang and bounced around the walls. Mila gave a short cry, and then a heavy thud shook the sink counter. Dominik imagined Tola slapping the girl, then using the leverage she had by holding Mila's hair, slammed her into the counter.
"Don't you talk to me like that!" Tola snarled, and Dom heard another sob and groan of pain come from Mila, her compact clattering to the floor.
Dominik broadcast his mental groan to Ivory as his teeth clenched.
"Hold on." Dominik understood what it meant to hold a low profile. But he liked the mouth on this girl, spitting defiance even though she was outnumbered and hadn't a prayer of fighting back. And this Tola woman was a real piece of work. He unlocked the stall he was in, and stepped out.
"Sorry ladies, I must've gotten into the wrong room." He said, looking at them all. Tola and the new girls, seven in all, were all Togruta with varying amounts of skin showing, anything from 50-80% of their skin to be approximate. Tola was the tallest, maybe six feet tall and matching Dom's eye level, and had wide shoulders. He had to wonder what was wrong with her hair, which was cut like long and flowing and silky looking, down to Mila's waist, if Tola didn't even
have hair. Like he had said before, Weirdo. Mila seemed to be a Zabrak as he glanced at her on the floor, arms covering her head. There was a bit of blood on the counter, the edge must have cut her open. Blood had been spilled, and it wasn't even from his group's hands.
The girls all just stared at him in utter shock. Even Mila looked up at him through a crack in her shield. Her gaze was glazed slightly. That hit on the head must have given her a concussion or something.
"You pervert!" Tola all but screamed.
"The guards will have you-" Dominik pulled out the slugthrower he had brought in, holding it casually to his side. The idiot didn't even see it, but a few of her girls did.
"Tola," One warned, but Tola wasn't listening.
"-r head, you know that? They don't like perverts like you unless you're on the dance floor where we want you! I'm going to enjoy seeing them throw your ass ou-"
"Tola!"
"What?!" Tola snarled, whirling on her own friend. The girl just pointed to Dominik's gun. Dominik wiggled it in response.
"I'm one of those guards." He lied.
"Get out, leave the club, and I won't take you in the back for injuring this patron of ours."
Tola was too dimwitted to understand.
"Who talks like that? Patron? What does that even mean? I'm a paying customer here, and-" oh brother. He raised the gun to his waist, pointing it at them. The other women were much smarter than Tola, and began fleeing. They basically had to drag Tola out, the spiteful woman leaving a string of curses and demands to talk to his manager. Dominik would have liked to break her knee sideways, pop her arm out of its socket and slam her head into the same counter she had used against Mila. He could have done it all in about three movements too, the way she had stood. But that would cause more attention than he was already drawing to himself.
He looked at Mila, still laying on the floor with her arms around her head. She wasn't looking at him anymore, and slightly shivering. Mentally cursing himself hopped up on the counter and fixed the screws back into place. The bag was there, but he wouldn't have time to check them like he had the first. If the first bag hadn't been found, then maybe this hadn't either. He got back down, tore a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and knelt next to Mila. Propping her up against him, he used the paper towels to clean the blood off the side of her face. She was a thin, tiny thing he realized. She wouldn't have been much more than five feet tall, with heels. Her dress was modest, or what passed for modest in a place like this. Her skirt actually almost touched her knees for crying out loud, and her chest was completely covered. She was pretty if not for the dazed eyes. He got her cleaned up before she began speaking.
"T-... Thank.." She tried to form the words.
"Don't speak, you'll be fine. Just a little jumbled up right now, you're good." He tried to assure her. The door opened, and he heard a gruff man grunt and about to speak. One of the guards. Dominik's back was to him.
"Get a doctor!" He yelled before the guard could say anything, putting an inflection on his voice with a quick thought.
"That Togruta messed her up pretty bad, hurry!" He heard the man leave. Mila didn't deserve to be left alone on the cold floor of that bathroom, but he couldn't be found with her and questioned about this whole thing. He needed to go back to the crowd, to report to Ivory. He picked her up, the girl was so small it was hardly an effort as she weighed less than his usual battle gear, and sat her up on the sink counter, leaning her against the mirror and the wall. Her eyes were on his as he did so, and he smiled.
"I like your hair, by the way. Looks nice." He saw her smile before he slipped out of the bathroom, moving back into the crowd to be lost by any who saw him.
"Guns are secure, Ivory." He reported.
"Though the guards may be looking for one of their own now, expect a little bit of confusion."
Ivory Stroud
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Ket Van-Derveld
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Jai'galaar Gred
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Mairéad Solus
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Niki Priddy
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