Private Drifting Along

[Skyler]

"Pffftpfftfffffffert," she sputtered, glaring at her own reflection in his own gorram visor. "I coulda handle dmyselfjus-fine." A sage nod at her own declaration. Karking men always thinking they were the ones who saved the day. PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEERRRRRT-T.

If Skyler was bothered by a man with one arm, she didn't show it.

"H-ey," she yelped as he grasped her wrist and tugged her forward. She stumbled once, twice, almost face planting into the streets. Purple-streaked hair flying wildly behind her. "Listen tincan, Ican run onmy own." She insisted even as her eyes watered. Even as a sharp pain lanced across her head. Time catching up to her as the consequences of spice and drinking began to start their payment.

"Feth," she swore, free hand coming up to rub at the space between her eyebrows. "Please tellme yourship isn't fa-ar," a hiss at his rear.

 

[Drifter]

Skyler

If they were doing nicknames, then he'll continue with the one he'd selected for her.

{ Yeah, sure you did, Twinkletoes, ] Drifter replied, [ And it is close enough. ] the sarcasm dripping from his modulated voice, not bothering to look back at her but instead focusing on trying to drag the woman as quickly away from the cantina. That is, if the woman let him. Who knew what women would do at any given time.

Hell, she just might try to shoot me!

A pause, then a sudden stop, as if the thought was suddenly a very real possibility. That polarized helm swung back towards the girl, once again, her half, bleary reflection staring back at her.

[ Oi, give me your blaster!] he told her, nodding towards what she had on her hip.

[ Insurance so you don't accidently decide to shot me in my own ship! ]

 

[Skyler]

"Canyahjust slwer sler-SLOW itdown canny?" He was passing all the fruit stalls too fast. And she was hungry. One hand snatched out at some purple round keemkwees. Juicy and tart fruity little pods. The vendor didn't even noticed as she swiped a few, plopping them in her mouth as wheels continued to drag her along.

She was calling him wheels because he might as well be a droid with all that hardware.

She paused mid-swallow as he whirled around. The handful of keemkees clutched in her fingers. Dripping their purple juices down her skin. A little dribble down her chin too.

"What? Nonononono-NO. Absolutely karkingnot. I'm not goingtoshootyah. Unless yah piss me off. So stop eyeing it. Eyeing me." For good measure, she threw one of those small, purple round objects at his face-plate.

 

[Drifter]

Skyler
There was a heady dose of amusement riddled with growing irritation at the woman. Did her mouth suddenly swell due to all the alcohol that she was not speaking in tongues? As it was, it was hard enough to understand her.

The blue, round pod went splat right in the middle of his chest. The remains went sliding down, much to Drifter's distaste. He used his gloved hand to wipe it away, only resulting in a dark smear over his black armor.

Of course, she would argue. A roll of his eyes under the polarized helm and Drifter added, [ Look, Twinkletoes, if I wanted to eye you --- I'd get away with it cause of this - ] he gestured to his helm, tone heavily amused. [ However, I take it you are three sheets to the wind right now. Given how you were shooting wildly, what is my guarantee you won't be doing the same to me? ]

Not that they had any chance to discuss further. From the cantina's direction, a commotion would stir. Shouts would fill the air. "Where are they?! FIND THEM!"

Well fuck.