Veevleigh
Pink Perfumed Slicer Waif
It was just another night on Nar Shaddaa as the tiny pink haired girl ducked and weaved through the crowd, leaving only the scent of perfume behind as she worked her way through the crowd. This was the ideal time for her to work, the crowds were just getting thicker, ready for a night on the tiles, and she could move and weave between them easily. It didn't take long for her to acquire a particularly nice looking bracelet from the arm of a lovely lady wookiee, and make her way towards the old familiar pawn store she so often used.
She walked through the door with a big smile at the little old Rodian sat behind the counter, who turned to her with a sniffle of his snout.
"Rainbow." He smiled, if a Rodian could be said to smile. "One of these days, you'll learn that perfume is not for bathing in." He teased, and Rainbow simply offered her own smile back at him.
"Aw, come on, Freeda, but then how would you know it was me!?" She asked chirpily, as she approached. The Rodian's eyes flickered to her tiny frame, and her shocking pink hair, and he sighed.
"I think I would manage somehow." He said wearily. "Let me guess, another family heirloom that your mother just so happened to decide you could pawn?"
"She... just keeps on wanting to get rid of stuff!" Rainbow laughed playfully as she handed over the chunky gold bracelet. Freea looked over it, before looking back sceptically at Rainbow.
"Your mother named 'Rowbacca'?" He asked, dangling the chain and its inscription at her. "I never took you for the daughter of a wookiee."
"Well, you know, my hair's kind of all over the place sometimes, so... maybe..." Rainbow answered. "C'mon, you gonna give me the credits for it or not?" She asked. The Rodian sighed, and counted out several. Rainbow quickly shook her head, her pink hair flying everywhere. "No, no! On my card!" She insisted. She always insisted, card only. She didn't handle credits. Truthfully, too many weighed her down too much, although she'd never shared this with Freeda. Freeda nodded.
"Okay, done, now get out of here." He shooed her away, and Rainbow smiled, pleased with her work, turning towards the door...
....which slid open to reveal a very angry looking wookiee, bearing down on her. She could only stare up, blue eyes wide with total and utter fear. Ah. Yes. She'd forgotten. Wookiees had an exceptional sense of smell, didn't they?
"Oops." She said out loud.
She walked through the door with a big smile at the little old Rodian sat behind the counter, who turned to her with a sniffle of his snout.
"Rainbow." He smiled, if a Rodian could be said to smile. "One of these days, you'll learn that perfume is not for bathing in." He teased, and Rainbow simply offered her own smile back at him.
"Aw, come on, Freeda, but then how would you know it was me!?" She asked chirpily, as she approached. The Rodian's eyes flickered to her tiny frame, and her shocking pink hair, and he sighed.
"I think I would manage somehow." He said wearily. "Let me guess, another family heirloom that your mother just so happened to decide you could pawn?"
"She... just keeps on wanting to get rid of stuff!" Rainbow laughed playfully as she handed over the chunky gold bracelet. Freea looked over it, before looking back sceptically at Rainbow.
"Your mother named 'Rowbacca'?" He asked, dangling the chain and its inscription at her. "I never took you for the daughter of a wookiee."
"Well, you know, my hair's kind of all over the place sometimes, so... maybe..." Rainbow answered. "C'mon, you gonna give me the credits for it or not?" She asked. The Rodian sighed, and counted out several. Rainbow quickly shook her head, her pink hair flying everywhere. "No, no! On my card!" She insisted. She always insisted, card only. She didn't handle credits. Truthfully, too many weighed her down too much, although she'd never shared this with Freeda. Freeda nodded.
"Okay, done, now get out of here." He shooed her away, and Rainbow smiled, pleased with her work, turning towards the door...
....which slid open to reveal a very angry looking wookiee, bearing down on her. She could only stare up, blue eyes wide with total and utter fear. Ah. Yes. She'd forgotten. Wookiees had an exceptional sense of smell, didn't they?
"Oops." She said out loud.