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[Serren Leonis]

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Tag: Finnegan DeWitt

Serren's boots hit ground on Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon.

There was a datapad in her glove-clad hand and displayed on the screen was the grainy holo-image of a man -- Finnegan DeWitt. He'd passed through Dorado Station a time or two, and had earned himself a debt that'd gone unpaid. And Jolene Bastra didn't put up with that kind of nonsense... so she'd been dispatched to deal with it.

She moved with the shadows, down narrow alleyways and dark streets. But the neon glow seemed to illuminate almost every surface here. All around her there were people enjoying all the night life that the world had to offer. Serren was, perhaps, the only person without a smile or an inkling of what it meant to have fun on Nar Shaddaa. Well, she supposed that she was having her own version of fun because there was a certain thrill that came with the hunt...

Beneath the cover of a tan trench coat, she wore a catsuit and weapons -- a rather dangerous combo.

For now, she'd let the loud-mouth drunks, dancers, and red-light district ladies steal all of the attention. She'd blend right into the background as she searched for her mark. She'd peeked into cantinas and lounges... usual haunts. So far, he'd eluded her.

But it wouldn't be long before he was caught in her sight.

 

[Finnegan DeWitt]

Serren Leonis

It didn't take long at all.

Because Finnegan wasn't in hiding.

Sure, Finn knew that he owed Madame Bastra a debt, but he figured he'd be able to settle it pretty easily. Of course, it had been a few months now and the Madame's reputation mentioned she wasn't a patient sort. But that is something that happens to other people. A lifetime of luck and sheer panache meant he was used to things going his way.

Eventually.

She'd find him in one of the trendier bars. Bottle service, laughing and dancing crowd, Finnegan off to the side and watching with glee. Not a part of him was hiding.

This much was clear.

And yet- Finn did spot Serren. Not in the way you'd spot a would-be assassin or trigger man. No, the way a slightly tipsy and smug gentleman would notice a woman across the bar.

Yes.

He did wink at her and had the bartender offer her a drink on his credit line.

Sometimes people just didn't know when they were royally screwed.

 

[Serren Leonis]

Tag: Finnegan DeWitt

Serren eventually found herself in a bar with crisp neon lights. There were waitresses clad in white carrying trays through the crowd, trays that held very colorful drinks. It wasn't the type of dive bar she was used to; this was… trendy.

Her eyes scanned the crowd.

Then, she locked eyes with a man – it was him.

And a waiter was already there to offer a drink on his tab. Well, she knew the dangers that came with drinking… but she wasn't going to say no. She ordered a purple concoction that came with a little umbrella. With drink in hand, Serren made her way through the crowd to Finnegan.

"I guess I have you to thank for the drink," she said, trying to use her best non-threatening voice. She wasn't used to expressing gratitude. Usually, she was barking orders or yelling above blaster fire. Serren held the drink up slightly. "So… thanks."

She normally liked to come in guns blazing. If only she were as good at flirting as she was at shooting. Still, maybe this would work.

 

[Finnegan DeWitt]

Serren Leonis

For a moment he lost track of her.

Mostly because Finnegan was having a grand time. This was drink number... he regarded the glass in his hand with some concentration, before emptying it regardless. Number many. He was feeling perfectly buzzed. The sharp edges relaxed and smoothed out. The music was boosting his vibe. There was literally nothing that could make this night go wrong.

Thought like a tipsy person.

"Guess ya do." Finn drawled with a smirk. "Elegant lady like you can't be paying for her own drinks tonight, can she?"

Just a little hint of flirtness there.

Elegant, yes. The way she had cut through the crowd. Hm. It almost seemed like a sharp knife cutting through butter. If Finn was just a little bit more sober he might have clocked it more firmly.

Instead it was filed away for later.

"What brings ya to this part of town tonight?"

Fingers flicked up and ordered himself another drink. The way the bartender obliged? Clearly it wasn't the first time.

 

[Serren Leonis]

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Tag: Finnegan DeWitt

Where any other woman might have felt her knees go weak at the sly compliment, Serren felt nothing. She didn't giggle, nor did she blush at all. That might have been a major tell. But a smile did curve her lips, a mirthless smile. What brought her to the cantina tonight? Well, there was a fairly simple answer to that question...

"You," she said.

It was the truth. The bartender was already making the drink that Finn ordered, but whether or not the man would be there to drink it remained to be seen. Of course, she could have whipped out her blaster and pointed it at Finnegan right then and there, but she didn't want to alarm the other people. They were just trying to have a good time, after all. Who was she to ruin that? Even if she was a party-pooper.

"Make this easy," she said, leaning in towards him. Her hand was already sliding into her pocket. "Come quietly."

With that, she moved swiftly to attempt clamping his wrist in a stun cuff.

 

[Finnegan DeWitt]

Serren Leonis

Finn blinked at her response.

Slowly, lazily and mildly drunkily.

"Coming on a lil' strong, love, but-" And he leaned in on his elbows, grinning goofily towards her. "-I like it." Somewhere in the back of his head an alarm was trying to ring. Did she not seem just a little bit familiar to him? Like he ought to know her, or heard of her at the very least. But that part of his psyche was positively overwhelmed by the joy of the night.

So when Serren attempted to clamp his wrist in a stun cuff?

There was no resistance.

"Oh, wow."

Looking down at it slowly. Then back up to her and then back to the cuffs. "That's kinda kinky, but really? In the middle of the club?" Finn shrugged there gently. Guess it was one of those nights.

"You know, I was going to buy you another drink, before making a move. But I appreciate a woman who knows exactly what she wants."