Cantina Conundrum (Open) (No fighting)

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois was lost in his mind as drinking while staring blankly at the face staring back from the mirror behind the bar was the perfect time to do some soul-searching, willing or not, but his thought process was interrupted by a voice, a feminine and soft voice, "Corellian Whiskey not a bad, if you want something that really warm your belly try a Kaut Fire Whiskey it might put hair on your chest," his head to find the odd sight of a women with purple hair. Either she was an alien or a women who enjoyed standing out in a crowd. Maybe both? [member="Maya Whitelight"]

Seilois opened his mouth to say that he had only bought it because it was cheap and strong since Corellia had a strong hold on the whiskey market, but the woman turned back around to resume her conversation, "You heard the lady," Seilois said draining his whiskey, "I will try the Kaut Fire Whiskey. I will just have to be sure to shave in the morning," he said to the barkeep. Handing over the credit chips, he took the glass filed with the deep amber liquid and swirled it around the glass, watching how the light was reflected in the liquid. Satisfied, or at least no longer able to amuse himself with looking at the cover, he waved it under his noise enjoying the smell of the whiskey before taking a sip. He closed his eyes to savor the flavor as it burned it's way down his throat. It had a much stronger burn, and for a second, it felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. A unique experience.

"Not bad," he mused taking another sip.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Mean while, I'm glad your getting the training, at less your not coming back from lessons, fully of bruises then nothing like I got on the last job I run for you outer rim . Feeling herself starting to relax a bit more, this was a good way for her to handle, finding a way to seek out of the temple, wasn't easy, until she knew her new room mate weakness. It was one thing her father taught her early on smuggler runs everyone has a weakness like it or not find it and use it. Giving a smirking grin, seeing it for the first time in the mirror. I just might take you up on that sometime [member="Regor Laxvan"] I have lets just say room mate that seems to be very shy and stared of her own shadow. Between you and me I think master did it that way, something about not having much....... Rubbing the end side of her upper thigh, winking at Regor.
Hearing from the one sitting by her turning her chair a bit to let her hair flow around her back then shoulder. Nodding herself satisfactions, well pleased with herself. [member="Kung Seilois "]
I"m pleased your like it, you should asked for it be lite, it warms it but keeps most of it proof. I'm Maya this here beside me a friend of mind, Lending backwards for a clear line to him, smiling waiting for Regor to tell him his name, if wanted to.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

"wel your always welcome, maybe she sould do thad more, makes her a bit les shy I geas" [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Kung Seilois]

"I'm pleased your like it, you should asked for it be lite, it warms it but keeps most of it proof. I'm Maya this here beside me a friend of mind," Seilois nodded to Maya and her friend who remained unnamed. Well, that was a lie; he had heard their names as it wasn't hard considering how close he was sitting to the pair, and they weren't making any effort to be silent, but it would have been rude to say their names without being told them.

"I am Kung," Seilois said, "My parents had a unique sense of humor," he said the corner of his lip smiling at his own inside joke. Kung was huttese for Scum, which was his name, but his 'parents', well, he never had such things. He wasn't quite sure who or what they did, but from training and dorms, they were either military or thugs. She didn't seem to fit into either category, but he had been surprised before. Not that he had any right, or inclination, to judge another on their jobs.

Taking another sip, he swirled the drink, "I'll keep it like this. The burn is nice, helps distract me," he turned his attention back to the pair, his curosity getting the better of him, "And what is it that you two do?"

[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Kung, remind me of a never mind, that was a trip to Nar Hutta I like to forget, got screwed out of some credits. Letting herself enjoy her drink some more before letting out a long breath. From time to time I work for him, for a good cause, right now, I'm working on my self, exploring my mother side I come from. giving him a sweet grin before. turning to [member="Regor Laxvan"] giving a playful wink, light chuckle, then back to Kung. Young lady can't have to many tricks up her sleeves if I had any sleeves.

Call it a curious of her own, as to why be asking about what they did, not that one would find someone like them down here. It just that this was a place for them to meet with out having be under watchful eyes. I think its only fair play, what do you do for a living, Kung. @Kung Seilois

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor smiled "and tricks she got, though tads needed in this kind of work" [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Kung Seilois "]

 

[Iram Arkada]

"And I assume you do have the right contacts? She smiled when he said the part about not letting a pretty girl pay. "I have a fury class ship. She's ancient, but she gets the job done." Rianna brushed some hair out of her face..
[member="Davik Tren"]

 

[Kung Seilois]

"Kung, remind me of a never mind, that was a trip to Nar Hutta I like to forget, got screwed out of some credits," Seilois could drink to that. Few times had he ever gone to Nar Shadda or Hutta and not gotten screwed out of credits or out of something. Hutts were slimy, fat slugs with an iron grip on their credits, but they tended to follow through with their contracts; he just had to watch the fine print.

"From time to time I work for him, for a good cause, right now, I'm working on my self, exploring my mother side I come from," By Seilois assumed she meant Regor. He looked like a trained thug, maybe a mercenary, so either she was a mercenary as well... or an escort. He wasn't sure which yet. The playful winks threw him off slightly, but she was probably just flirtatious. She was a little out of his league, and she was a little too young looking for him. "Young lady can't have to many tricks up her sleeves if I had any sleeves," Seilois raised an eyebrow under his helmet, escort assassin maybe?

Regor smiled at him, as if in on some inside joke that he wasn't aware of, "and tricks she got, though tads needed in this kind of work," yes, he was leaning more and more towards escort assassin. Bring the target into her room, have him pay her, kill the target while he has his guard down, then get paid for the hit. For a moment, Seilois wished he was an attractive young woman, so he could do that. Would have made so many jobs easier.

Seilois took another sip to buy himself some time to think over his answer, neither of them had told them why they did, more of hinted at it and avoided it, so he would give them blunt half-truths, "I pilot a freighter. Take out the trash people don't want to be seen with or can't be bothered to do themselves," which was partly true, but he would change the subject of the conversation, he looked back to the purple haired woman Maya, "You said exploring your mother's side? What did you mean?"

[member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Rusty glanced over at the group conversing at the other end of the bar. Someone new had joined the Zeltron and the shady gentleman, an undeniably big fellow. Apart from his size the man looked rather inconspicuous, so inconspicuous it seemed as if he was hiding something. Rusty shook his head and looked back into his class, as if it the solutions to all his problems lay at the bottom, 'We're all hiding something, and every man deserves his secrets." Rusty was bored so he decided to try and eaves drop on their conversation, might be he could learn something.
"I pilot a freighter. Take out the trash people don't want to be seen with or can't be bothered to do themselves," the big man said. Rusty took a moment and speculated at all the potential meanings of the word "Trash," before listening on. "You said exploring your mother's side? What did you mean?" Rusty noted the change of subject, it seemed to him that his hunch was closer than implied.

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik gave the girl a smile after his own comment, and then examined his datapad that showed a couple of new alerts. He had some jobs to get to when he got back to his apartment, but for now there was nothing really pulling him away from the joint. It was also quite interesting to learn that the girl was indeed a smuggler, and also that she was on a job right now. "My contacts are not impressive, they are simply vast. One well paying client is not worth a galaxies worth of small timers. Fury class?.. Nice... Haven't seen them in my travels recently... Have you aligned with anyone?.. Perhaps the Hutts... They pay well enough."

[member="Rianna Rha"]

 

[Iram Arkada]

"I don't have any big contacts, just a lot of small timers. Just enough to get by." She waved over a server and asked for a few glasses of blue whiskey. "I've been meaning to get in with the hutts, just haven't done it yet. Those worms do pay good though.." She thought about how disgusting the hutts are, but the extra pay would make up for it

 

[Davik Tren]

"Hmm..." Davik considered the words of the small time, growing smuggler. She had stated she was just getting by, though she was in a cantina. He could not blame her for her actions, but Davik could not help but feel the slightest bit of pity for the girl, as he had once been a poor beginning common criminal not so long before. Perhaps he could help her establish herself a bit. "You know... I have had a job offer on Mustafar... A shipment of rare metals... If you're up for it, perhaps you would like to accompany me? We will split the creds, 50/50. I could always use a bit of company on the flight."

 

[Iram Arkada]

"I'd love to come! Are you sure?" She didn't want to impose. Drinking more of her whiskey, Rianna smiled at Davik. It had been a while since she had actually met a nice person

 

[Maya Carrick]

Seilois took another sip to buy himself some time to think over his answer, neither of them had told them why they did, more of hinted at it and avoided it, so he would give them blunt half-truths, "I pilot a freighter. Take out the trash people don't want to be seen with or can't be bothered to do themselves," which was partly true, but he would change the subject of the conversation, he looked back to the purple haired woman Maya, "You said exploring your mother's side? What did you mean?"

Pilot you say I'm not a bad one myself, giving him a look down, what happen under her pretty little eyes different story. Feeling out this one before after it was the sense coming from Kung. Taking a bit of smirk grin, as she enjoy a few more sips of drink. Opening herself up to some that unseen to the naked eye of others. Only those traded in the art of the force could feel something, if not it would just be as if something hear then gone. Shifting her own body to the fact that had to, not only that but to get a better few others in the place, always be mindful of who and whats around you at all time, [member="Robb Killian"] that he was listen in on there talk.

Then again it wasn't that hard not to as they wasn't trying to hide the fact of what was being spoke of. Again with her tattoo of warrior help a lot down here, scars here and there. Oh you know she came here often to help others in there own personal needs you could say. Giving of another wink, followed by playing with her hair. After all just who in there right mind would just come out say what they did for a live, it be like waving lightsaber around saying guess what. No she all about games, enjoying herself in her little play beside it couldn't hurt could it. Nothing on her body would give it away, that was one thing her mother had told her was how to hide in plain site. That she was reaching up in her hair where her clip was nicely holding back her hair. Patting Regor back before rubbing in a very delicate way. Giving him a play kiss in the hair. @Kung Seilois[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Davik Tren]

"You don't seem like you'd be too much of a burden... Can you handle a blaster?.." Davik of course already knew the answer to the question, it was nearly an essential skill when you were in this prestigious business. He left a few credits on the table for the server before standing up and grabbing his flight pack and putting away his datapad.

 

[Iram Arkada]

Rianna smirked at the mention of a blaster. "Yeah, I know how to use one. Doesn't mean I prefer it." She discreetly unclipped her saber from her belt and set it on the table. "These are less messy" she said, grinning

 

[Kung Seilois]

"Pilot you say I'm not a bad one myself," Seilois raised an eyebrow at that one. So, an escort and also a pilot? Odds were he was missing some crucial context, that, or she excelled at her work in killing as he did. The best killers are the ones who are not too famous to walk into a small cantina. Reputation had to go to the right people but not go everywhere, "You are probably better then I. My ship is just to get me from point A to B," he said with a shrug. He never found space combat that attractive of feature. He was better with the ground under his boots.

"Oh, you know she came here often to help others in there own personal needs you could say," She liked her riddles. Yes, she fit the category of beautiful woman who knew they were beautiful to a dot. Help others in their own personal needs? Well, that statement was intended to make his imagination run wild, "Oh? Personal needs? Sounds vague," Seilois said taking a sip from his drink staring at it instead of the playful flirting she was engaging in with Regor.

[member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Korin Undoli]

Korin checked his chrono, grimacing at the time he'd wasted. He had only intended to stop in here for a quick drink. Absently tossing a few credits onto the bar, tip included in the pile, he rose to his feet.

"Gotta go, errands to run." He gave Robb a companionable clap on the shoulder as he stepped towards the door.

His eyes were quickly drawn to what almost looked like the a light saber. on a nearby table. He dismissed it, however, as Jedi wouldn't be caught dead slumming it. "Call you with the address and time, don't miss it." He limped out of the cantina, pulling his coat a bit tighter around his person.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor smiled "if you wander, I basikly take care of some pepol" trying to not direkly reveal his truew intentions. [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Kung Seilois "]

 

[Robb Killian]

Rusty had been two distracted by his eaves dropping to notice Korin rise from his stool. "Gotta go, errands to run." Korin clapped Rusty on the shoulder, snapping Rusty out of his eavesdropping entirely. Rusty cocked an eyebrow at Korin's hurry, but ultimately let it go. Rusty ordered another 'Sunburn'. "Call you with the address and time, don't miss it." Korin called out over his shoulder somewhere to Rusty's left.

Rusty waved Korin off with a silent gesture and returned his attention to his drink. "The sooner I get off this planet the better," Rusty muttered to himself. He took another sip of his 'Sunburn' and savored the burn as the drink flowed down into his gut.

With his friend gone Rusty resigned himself to a relatively quiet evening, keeping an ear out to the conversations around him. "If you wander, I basikly take care of some pepol," said the stranger to at the other end of the bar.

That was when Rusty decided he would find his entertainment elsewhere. He rose, paid his tab, and walked off into the night.