Lorraine arrived at Kitty Cantina, not a very upscale place but she liked all the glowing pinks and yellows, and that made he feel pretty. Was it vain? She did not care, the golden dress wrapped her curvy body like seran wrap. She stowed her plate armor in a locker of the club in case, and her second Westar blaster. The goal tonight was to have a good time, not break some heads, well she would if they got feel’y she’s dek em.
Taking a seat at a stool, The Blond Bomshell ordered a pink martini and sipped it with her pink lips. She looked around the place and saw the usuals, the miners, the gunslingers, the dancers, the preachers with a twi’lek on their arm. She loved how fermented drink did not discriminate, everyone was here and enjoying themselves, that is till religion got in the way. A Padawan with no master, stumbling from too much drink was headed to a booth where one of them.. those creeps in black they called Sith Lords. The Yoing Lad took his ale, and threw it on the table of the Darth, and made a mocking moan,
“Lookk at you.. Siff Lordi.. I am sooo scarrred.”
The Derek Lord did not even stir, beside him a Dathomirian Woman who squinted. Her pale skin contrasting with her red robes. The stupid lad persisted,
“Howwa bout I get a nothrr.”
He grabbed a glass of sparkling gold liquid and threw it at the Sith, the sparkling drops froze in the air, and cane together like a glass, The Dark Lord then tilting his hooded hed made it splash in the Padawan face that made him fall backward, slipping. Lorraine came quickly, her purse of sparkling silver she slung arouhd befk of the boy as he rose and fell,?
“I’ll make himmm spit bloodd.”
She out her heel on his eae which mace him wince.
“Shut up you idiot! He’ll kill you!” said The Blond Bombshell, she helped the Sauced Apprentice to his feet him shouting, a bouncer, a Zabrak came and pulled him away. Lorraine turned to the Sith and said,
“He’s drunk, that’s all. Let me order you some drinks.”
The Dark Lord peered at her, like embers in the shadow of the cave beneath his hood. He levitated a glass and a Pinl Twi’lek poured a fresh one and wiped the table clean. A chair was pushed by the power to Lorraine who closed her eyes and then fluttered them as she took a seat.
“Curious, why did you
interfere Bounty Hunter?”
His voice was like a buzz of blades that cut logs on Kashyyyk. It was obvious he was looking into her mind and falsehoods would be of no avail.
“Truth.. I did not want the evening spoiled. There is enough people here ready to put holes in each other and maybe I thought the kid needs a chance to reconsider his career path..” She said this with a smirk.
The Sith chuckled, it was a pleasent as shaving a bantha or being scolded by hot water.
“You were right to step in, I had my hand on his windpipe.. he felt his breath grow shallow, but his intoxication blinded him to his peril. Though you sensed it.. and you sre not even Sensitive. Count me intrigued.”
A fresh pink martini glass was brought to her. She raised it, and sipped.
“I am good at reading the room. I know what your sort are capable of.”
The Sith chuckled again, it as awful as before.
“My sort.. how delicate.. so you have the sense to fear us. That I must say makes you a wise None.”
The last thing Lorraine thought this night would consist of was aittong and sharing drinks with a Sith,,-‘d even receiving compliments to boot.
“I say everyone has a right to drink and be merry. Much divides us, but feasting and drinking we all do, that is something we all share.”
The silence was deafening as the Sith whispered to the Night Sister, who got up.
“Very profound Huntress, and quite apt for your station. All of us are potential targets and yet also not enemies, truly you live in a nexus that gives you a special vantage of the galaxy. If only we had met in my Academy days.. I might have joined your world then.”
Lorraine could not hold back a smile. He was a spook, but a charming one. The stories of the Sith made them sound like spectras, clawing at their foes. But here was a man who demonstrated restraint and had enough manners to make her feel valuable. It made her wonder if a world could exist when the petty rivalries could end, a cease fire that would allow everyone to reap the benefits of one another’s company.
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