As always I roamed around from bar to bar. Ether listing to the music of those who played instruments, Played my own songs on my guitar, or ven just to listen to the music of the force. Having the talent to listen to peoples "music" was different that most. I knew of three types of abilities. Shaping, The normal force of what everyone had heard of, and the Music force. With these, I could hear the beats, and the sounds that made up a person's life. Finding small hints to what they were.
Dressed in a rather expensive tux, that I really had stolen, with a lightsaber hidden on my belt, and twin daggers in my boots, I wanted to keep myself protected in a place like this. Walking into a cantina that happen to be playing some mix of folk, and rock music, I started to play with a black ring on my left ring finger. One belonging to my father, I kept it to remind me of my past. But to match that, All of my other fingers on my right hand, had talon rings. Making a metallic claw style on my hands.
It was nice sitting at a table away from the bar, as it was already seeming to be filled to the brim with people. One man sat alone, smirking about something. Probably the triad of ladies that were picking at eachother about not being "lady like" I just shook my head, smiling at the last time that I was in a bar like this. The woman who thought that she could play me ended up without hair on her head, and short some credits and holocrons that she had taken from the Jedi.
Looking at the woman who looked, Oh so dark in her cocktail dress. I could tell that she would be one of those kinds of people. Not taking crap for anyone's words. Very independent and a take charge attitude. While the two women with blonde hair seemed to somehow resemble one another, despite the physical attributes. One sitting there like she was being dragged into the conversation, different yet good in some ways. Looking ether like a Jedi-like person, or just a good person overall. However, the second girl, was completely different. Mostlikely having a hard life, and fighting through her days over something that dramatized her in the past, or she just hung with the wrong crowd and was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
looking back over to the man who was drinking some sort of ale, He was hidden, mysterious, and yet, if I don't say as a normal person, looked rather handsome to the opposite sex. He had a demeanor around him that he was not to be messed with, while also giving off that he might be here on business, or for pleasure. I smiled as I took in all of this information. Learning how to gauge people over the past 20 years after leaving my home at the age of nine. It was hard to break the habit of taking in their weakness and strengths and, in my mind, thinking of ways how I could defeat them all in the span of a few seconds, to a few minutes.
Drinking a simple beer myself, cheep and inexpensive, My talon fingers clicking against the glass bottle in a rhythmic tune of my own mind. Watching, just watching of how this entire situation of the two girls fighting over the one. and the other man sitting there, seeming to eavesdrop of them. I decided to act. Standing up, straightening my suit, and setting my beer down on the table, I walked over to the blonde girl with red highlights in her hair. Ether from the effect of the lights in the cantina, or by dying, and as I grabbed softly at her elbow, I spoke, "You don't mind If I pull you away for this dance?" And as though on cue a folk song came on. Allowing me to possibly get her away from the two bickering women.
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