Private Casual Trouble

[Sylvia Virtos]

Meeting Skyler , lending a hand
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"Mhm, that holds up."

The job had been nothing special. Pick up a package, don't ask questions, and deliver it to someone else. Considering the delivery was in a private room of a backwater cantina most likely meant the contents were particularly legal, but that hadn't stopped Sylvia before. Inspecting the credit chip she had been given, she confirmed that it indeed contained the amount she and the man had agreed on. With a nod, the magenta-haired woman slapped her thighs, stood up from the chair and pocketed the stick.

"Pleasure doing business, bud," Sylvia called out as she turned on her heel to face the door. "Hope your goods were worth the credits." She wasn't sticking around to find out if it was. It wasn't her fault if he had been screwed, but too many customers had a penchant for shooting the messenger when they got angry. Without delay, she made her way out and back into the cantina proper. The muffled music turned loud the moment she opened the door, stepping into an entirely different world. Patrons were yelling over each other, laughter could be heard from time to time and a no-name band livened the mood as people tried to forget their troubles for just a little while.

Sylvia wasn't looking to stick around, though. There was another reason to get out of dodge as quickly as possible. It hadn't taken a genius to figure out who the package's recipient was; a local mob boss who had gotten rich over the backs of many innocent businessmen. While Sylvia was by no means a virtuous person, she felt no remorse while she quietly drained his bank account during the exchange. Mechu deru truly was a gift, one she felt blessed to have. She was leaving this planet a lot richer, but needed to be gone before he noticed. The spacer wasn't looking to get shot at today.

In her haste, Sylvia didn't pay much attention to the people around her as she moved through the cantina. Only the barkeep was given any attention as she waved at him, letting him know that business had been concluded. In that moment she wasn't paying attention where she was walking, though, causing her to bump into someone else.

"Whoa- I'm so sorry," Sylvia yelped in surprise, taking a step back to create a little bit of space between herself and the woman. After patting down her flannel shirt, her attention settled on the person she had accidently ran into. It seemed like she either had dazed the stranger, or she wasn't sober. Her credits were on the latter. "You okay, bud?" Her imperial accent was easily noticeable, something Sylvia had tried to purge but failed to. It wasn't as big of a deal as she'd originally thought, but it still stood out at times.

 

[Skyler]

And Skyler jostled her rear right into a wookie with an eye-patch. Feathered-purple strands flickered across her brow, a hand coming up to quickly shove them away as the wookie looked down and grumbled at her and the other woman. "T'aint my fault," Skyler swaggered, looking to the stranger. She gripped a half-drunk bottle of lum in her hand and pointed to Sylvia Virtos .

However, Skyler was fairly tipsy already so when she pointed 'at' the stranger it ended up going a foot or two to the right.

"She did it."

That scar-faced wookie stood, towered over them both.

A piercing headache lanced across her brown and she grimaced. The oracle had seen this coming, hadn't she? Somewhere between sleepless nights and not getting enough spice or alcohol to combat the visions. This wookie seemed familiar and this woman with that accent?

Something told her this would turn into more than just a passing interaction.

"Oh kark," she grumbled as she swayed.

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Meeting Skyler , lending a hand
Step by Step

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In her daze from having bumped into the stranger, she hadn't noticed the woman had been shoved into an angry-looking wookie. That's what Sylvia thought, anyway. She had no idea how to read a wookie's face. What she did know, though, was that she really did not want to get into a fight with them. It was going to end badly no matter what, especially considering the fact the spacer had been dumb enough to keep her weapons on her ship.

"I... am really sorry. Can I just... get you a drink as an apology?" Sylvia looked over towards the bar for a moment to help illustrate her peace offering, but it seemed the wookie wasn't particularly interested in any kind of non-aggressive solution. At least, that's what the uncomfortable silence was telling her. In that moment she really wished she was able to use that weird mind trick she saw a Jedi at another cantina do some time back.

Her attention was drawn back to the other woman as she seemed to stumble. Sylvia quickly stepped forward to catch her, preventing her from falling over. She was definitely out of sorts. "Careful, bud, I got you," the spacer told her as she put one of the stranger's arms over her shoulder to prevent her from swaying again.

That didn't mean the wookie was gone, though. Their patience had run out, a furry fist now sent flying towards Sylvia's face. She was barely able to dodge it, though she was also still keeping the other woman upright. Not looking to get in a proper brawl with someone who could knock her out in a single punch, she instead wrapped the Force around the wookie's leg and pulled gently. They stumbled forward, buying the two women some time.

"Alright, we're leaving. Let's go," Sylvia remarked as she guided her towards the exit as quickly as possible. She wasn't going to leave her at the mercy of some enraged wookie.

 

[Skyler]

Who was this chick?

Skyler figured she wouldn't be upright without her. Still. Made her a tad uneasy to have someone so close so quick. Even as that wookie went tumbling and they were wearving through the onlookers and the other drunkards to get out of the hole-in-the-wall bar.

Skyler sniffed and squinted, trying to feel like she was walking on solid ground and not clouds.

"Heyyyaaa," she slurred turning her head to look at her escort more square on. Well, as square on as she could. "I'mnahlookingto buy anything. And if you're tryinto sell me," she hiccuped. "I gottawarnyou, that I"m a gorram witch."

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Meeting Skyler , lending a hand
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If Sylvia wasn't convinced that the woman wasn't incredibly drunk before, trying to escort her out of the building very much helped driving that point home. No footstep of hers was properly set in front of the last, instead the spacer had to keep her from swaying around. She enjoyed herself a drink too, but her newest acquaintance had taken it a bit far.

"And I'm just your friendly neighbourhood spacer," Sylvia replied absent-mindedly, focusing more on keeping her from falling over than the conversation. The magenta-haired woman looked back over her shoulder as she approached the doorway- the wookie had gotten themselves tangled up with someone else now following their little stumble. Despite averting any potential disaster, she still wasn't looking to keep someone this drunk at the mercy of the not-so-savory people who occupied the cantina. Not to mention the fact she was on a timer, herself.

The first breath of fresh air after stepping outside let relief was over Sylvia. "C'mon, let's just get away first," she remarked as she guided the woman away until the cantina was out of sight. She then carefully sat her down against a wall.

"Alright, now that that's over," the spacer said with a big sigh of relief, "you need to sleep off the, y'know. You live here, miss, bud... lady?"

 

[Skyler]

Skyler rested against the wall, the brick and mortar cooling down her back. A deep breath and then another as she tried focusing on the stranger before her. A hard blink. The other woman's hair was pretty. Perhaps Skyler would use that as her next color. The Vahla straightened, running her fingers down her jacket, trying to straighten out her attire.

"Skyler," she murmured. "Live here?" She squinted as if trying to remember something. Something important.

"Some days," eyes refocused even though they were red-rimmed. A tell-tale sign of how gorram drunk she really was. "Listernlady. I'm finefine FINE. Thernks for the assist," a sloppy two-fingered salute at the woman. "Who'reyouse anyway?"

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Meeting Skyler , lending a hand
Step by Step

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Sylvia couldn't help but chuckle a little at Skyler's attempt at convincing her she was fine. One didn't get much more drunk than that without passing out. At least the woman seemed grateful enough for the help. The spacer paced back and forth a little in an attempt to keep herself warm. Unlike Skyler, she didn't have alcohol in her system to do it for her.

"Sylvia. Pleasure to meet you, bud," she answered as she came to a standstill next to Skyler. Sylvia took the answer to her question to mean that she didn't actually have a place to stay here, which meant she'd have to get her one. Thankfully she had a couch on her ship. "I think it's probably best if you crash on my ship for the night. C'mon." Sinking through her knees, Sylvia put Skyler's arm over her shoulder again and guided her to her feet. "You could use some sleep."

After taking a short second to orient herself, Sylvia recognized the street and began walking. "Spaceport's not far off. We can see to getting you going again in the morning, alright?"

 

[Skyler]

"Slyv-Sylvia," Skyler muttered. For now, she allowed the woman to help her. She could handle it if it wasn't help. She had that extra knife in her boot. But for now? Perhaps she didn't want to be alone this one time.

"Whyyou heping someonelike-erme?" SKyler was curious. Didn't really run into folks like her in places like this. Well, never. Always had a price. A different motive. Didn't make much sense in her addled mind.

Made her ground her teeth lightly even as she grew closer to the bright lights of the spaceport ahead.

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Meeting Skyler , lending a hand
Step by Step

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"Yup, that's the name." Sylvia had never been the best at small talk, but at least that wasn't as big of a deal considering Skyler was positively very drunk. It was at least a bit of a tradeoff to having to keep an adult woman from falling over. Sylvia wasn't the most physically strong, so thankfully Skyler wasn't that heavy.

As they slowly walked, the sober of the two making sure the other remained stable enough on her feet, a question was asked that made Sylvia think for a moment. She certainly wasn't the most virtuous person in the galaxy, yet here she was helping a complete stranger. Part of her questioned what had gotten into her. "Good question," she mused for a moment.

A few seconds were spent thinking, until she finally spoke again. "I'm in a good mood, I guess. Got a nice pay day, I guess this is a way to pay it forward. You know?" With the spaceport getting closer, the metaphorical eyes in the back of her head saw something. Sylvia looked back but was greeted by nothing out of the ordinary. Yet still, something felt off.

"We gotta hurry. I'm pretty sure we're being followed."