Drinks and Droids

[Sabe'Li]

Coruscant​

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Coruscant’s Undercity was a dangerous place, as if anyone didn’t already know that. But the Undercity was ideal for Sabe’Li’s purposes. It was a good place for Sabe’Li’s business, all of her business. A great location for her droid junkyard and equally a great place to go into hiding when the spy and slicer life got a little too out of hand. The city’s lower streets provided much needed shadows, traffic, and crime that an almost professional presence like hers could be extinguished through all the mountains of huttspawn that walked the streets. That is if she wasn’t so crazy.

SLUURP SLUUURP​

Sabe’Li moved the straw from her mouth.

WHIRRRR RHEEEEE​

Another drink was placed on the table beside her by a recently reprogrammed astromech she fixed.

“Mistress are you sure you should be drinking to this quantity so early in the day.” A random protocol droid said to her from the door of the junk shop.

“Yes” She hiccuped. “Todays a leishure day. I can do what I want.” She slurred and reddened, a clear sign of intoxication. “By the way which unit is making these Flameout’s? Tell ‘em… Tell ‘em… Tell ‘em this. You’re doing a good job. Keep up ‘em coming. An-“ “Mistress please I don’t think you should be outside your place of business intoxicated. It’s, well quite frankly, It’s improper.” The protocol droid interrupted.

“Listen you… you. I’m gonna’ drink outside my place of work. Ok. And I’m gonna have fun with or without you.” “Mistress please. You might attract the attention of unwanted guests.” “Guests! Thatshh a good idea.” Sabe’Li turned her attention to the foot traffic crossing in front of her shop. “Hey if anyone want’s to hangout and have some drinksh come have a seat.” Some of the traffic rubbernecked but kept moving. “Eh.” She sounded grabbing the Flameout and drawing the straw to her mouth.

“Oh please Mistress.” The droid announced as he returned to the interior of the shop realizing she was impossible.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Another day another....well she'd be giving a dollar away she guessed rather then making or if the day brought something maybe she would be in job.

She was walking the undercity hood over her head and body covering her sabers and blaster pistol, by her her astromech and friend r8 rolled beside her close, smart droid since many would see him as parts in which he needed some parts.

She stopped looking at a shop and began to approach it seeing a drunk woman who she was guessing was the owner"hello I'm here to look for parts




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[Sabe'Li]

"Uhhh. One moment please." Sabe'Li said before she wretched. The vomit cleared the table and sat on the floor blocking the entrance to the shop. "Oh much better." She announced wiping the vomit from her lips. "Hey droid. Protocol droid, come clean this mess up." The droid already stood at the door ready with cleaning supplies for reasons Sabe'Li could not for the life of her figure it out. "Oh. This is not my first rodeo mistress." "Good." She said turning back to the woman who had interrupted her drinking.

Sabe'Li squinted her up and down for a moment. "You want a sandwich? I'm gonna' have a gizka steak sandwich. Come on." Without another word she motioned for the woman to follow as she got up stepped over the puddle of puke and made her way inside the shop.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She waited till the woman couldn't see her and balled the puke up with the force and put it in a trash can, she then looked at the protocol droid and put a finger to her lip before grinning and walking in

If your offering then yes please a sandwich would be nice"she said standing at the entrance as she scanned for area for exits and cover, a old war instinct one that has saved her life plenty of times.

She then walked forward to a seat"may I sit?

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