Convergence on Triffis

[Amz]

[SIZE=10.5pt]An edgy singing voice echoed through the dimly lit cantina and Teyla’s sense of smell was instantly assaulted by the mixture of strong swill and cigarra smoke. She didn’t mind the smell, so much as she hated the lighting preference in these establishments, genetics be thanked for the curse of terrible vision. She kept close to Damon as a guide towards their booth, her tan form navigating around patrons and tables the best that she was able. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Could’ve gone a touch better.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Teyla slid into their table next to the captain, starting to settle when behind her she caught the sound of Rafiki mumbling something about a game of sabacc at the table over yonder. Amber eyes angled at the Wookiee then turned to Damon, pout lips scrunching to one side of her face. A puff of breath was exhaled, chest deflating. “Make nice with them,” Teyla chided, tilting her head. She didn’t doubt his gambling capacity, she doubted his emotional control. Maybe some giants in the Galaxy were gentle, but their Wookiee companion certainly wasn’t. Normally it didn’t take long for patrons to get a clue, and a majority weren’t brave enough to get on a wookiee’s bad side, but there was always that one who thought to tempt the odds. Inwardly, she couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of what happened the last time. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“We don’t have time to bail you out of another cell.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]It was hard to tell under all the fur and very brief, but, she was certain she caught him smirking. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]That...that was concerning. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her mouth opened, closed in deliberation, and opened again, but before anything more could be said he was gone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Teyla groaned. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“I swear to Shiraya almighty, I don’t care how much he wins...we’re leaving his hairy shebs if he causes trouble.” They had enough of that with the barabel, with the evidence of their run in being the sling on her right arm. Teyla was fortunate to not have a worse injury, and by all accounts, she shouldn’t have been so lucky. Yet, here they were. Again they’d managed to make it out alive. By the skin of their teeth, for certain, but alive nonetheless. An amazing feat, indeed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“How much longer until your contact gets here? I could go for a drink.” [/SIZE]

[member="Damon Riggs"], [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Damon Riggs]

The smell that assaulted Teyla’s nose was a welcome one to Damon Riggs. He had not been planetside for a while, and the last time he’d been in a cantina this seedy he got news about Jenkins.

He sighed. The information hadn’t gone anywhere yet, but at least he had hope the fleabag that knocked him cold and wouldn’t let him go down with the ship was still alive. Damon already had the reunion planned. He was gonna lunch the guy, then hug him. At least Jenkins had kept Riggs alive. Teyla had to be thankful for that he was certain. Even if Riggs was a bit of a handful at times.

”I don’t know how much longer. You should know by now they show up when they show up. In the meantime, enjoy a drink, and try not to let me get too handsy.”

Riggs winked. He loved teasing Teyla, and now that things between them were going well... with all the awkward tension dealt with, and on a regular basis, it was even more fun. He didn’t like the fact her arm was in a sling though. They’d taken someone on with promises about answers or some such thing. It just ended with Teyla getting her arm broken, and for now, unusable. He stared at it for a moment before moving to kiss her cheek. It was soft, like the rest of her.

”And when he shows up... we can get ourselves more consistent work, sanctioned stuff, and hopefully free roam in CIS space. We really could use some work without a lot of trouble for a while. Can’t stand seeing you in that thing....”

[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"] [member="Darth Metus"]