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Private Coruscant: The Night life.


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Corustcant, a mechanic city since the days of its birth. She couldn't imagine living here on 102 floor of an apartment building. Mind you she spent most of her life in seclusion, she has turned out to be somewhat shall we say recluse.

Adilynne had completed her mission with ease and unnoticed. Her mission was finished, and she was staying at a prestigious hotel with all the amadancies. Even a local bar to relax and have some drinks. She usually didn't stay to long after a mission, but she was bored and looking for something to do.she had just bought an elegant black dress, sleeveless, short enough to make people take a second glance.Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she had to play the roll of being upscale to avoid being noticed after a few assassinations.

The bar was situated into the same hotel, upscale and some what fancy. A place she could blend in and have a few drinks. She hated the role, but it was a contract,she would love to have some fun, but she had to control her indulgences.

Sitting cross-legged at the bar, tracing the rim of her newly poured glass of wine. Long stem glass, only red wine. She had been there a few nights before when she had first arrived. Needless to say Adilynne had an on going tab. Swirling the glass, mixing so the flavor becomes more enjoyable, raising the glass just to take wifi of the aroma, ending with a gentle sip.

She usually took a bottle to her room, and go over the mission, instead she chose to come here and have s fee drinks. It was odd for her to play dress up, even though every mission stated it stated to play the role. That is why she had always retired to the room she was staying and leave when she had felt it was clear for her to leave. Tonight she broke her rule, bought a dress and decided to go to the bar. Not once but twice.
 
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Valves Miskor

Bastard, Scoundrel, Self Proclaimed Entrepreneur.
Coruscant. Valves wasn’t a massive fan of the ecumenopolis. Too many eyes. Too many secrets. The drifter preferred the simplicity of outer rim worlds where most problems could be solved a blaster, and it was clear who the bad guys were. Here everyone had a secret agenda. A web of lies.

If Valves hated the city planet so much, why was he here? Well the same reason Valves did nearly anything. The money. Sure working in the Outer Rim paid well. The jobs were simple. But Core World executives had much more money, and dirty little jobs that need taking care, unofficially of course.

So here the drifter sat. In a bar on Coruscant. He had been hired to assassinate some executive or something. Valves didn’t really care. The job was done, and as far as jobs went, this was a weird one. He had been paid quite a substantial amount to kill this guy, but someone else got to them before Valves did. Valves still got paid, and got praised for working quickly and professionally. He wasn’t going to complain if someone else wanted to do his job for him.

Sitting at the upscale bar of some hotel, he ordered a whiskey on the rocks and began sipping it. Needless to say his attention landed on the blonde at the bar. Drinking red wine in a nice little black number. He smirked in her direction. He could by looking at her that she was well built. The dress suited her, and Valves could appreciate a strong woman.
 


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Adilynne had the habit of sensing the room, not for her own safety. But for just in case scenarios if something were to happen. She didn't sense any sort of animosity, most of the occupants cared too much about their status quo to care about anything else. Which was fine with her,any other planet in the outer rim someone would have already approached her her attempting to get a rise out of her. The sole purpose to prove their worth amongst their friends, 90% of the time it didn't bode well for them. They quickly understood she wasn't someone to reckon with. Needless to say those were the ones she felt more comfortable with which is kind of ironic.

Her attention shifted as the lone gunslinger sat at the bar, taking notice his preferred beverage was whiskey. Either he enjoyed the taste, or he was out for the sole purpose of getting drunk. Signally the bartender, she leaned over whispering in his ear taking the liberty to pour another whiskey and place it in front of the chair next to her.

Raising an eyebrow with a smirk, patting the chair next to her."Share a drink, with me.." Removing the crunchie that held her hair in a ponytail, falling to her shoulders, but you could still see the corn rows to each side
 

Valves Miskor

Bastard, Scoundrel, Self Proclaimed Entrepreneur.
Valves was in his best outfit, which still wasn’t quite up to the standard of everyone else in the bar.
As he sipped his whisky, and almost chuckled to himself when she tapped the seat next to her. Strong and confident. Valves liked that. Standing up from his seat, he sauntered over and planted himself next to the stunning woman. “I wouldn’t dream of turning down a stunning woman like yourself.” He said as he raised his class to cheers her. “Valves. Valves Miskor.” He introduced himself.

Adilynne Frose Adilynne Frose
 


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Giving into her one her undugincies, as the bartender went to pour her another as he raised the bottle for a pour. Her had cover the rim of her glass."The bottle stays. I am sure my friend Mr Valves would appreciate the same courtesy. Why dont you run along in the back and pour him a drink of the finest whiskey, oh and please leave it on the counter. I am being polite, but I won't ask twice.'

There were so many things she could do that would give himself nightmares if he refused leading to his iniate death.

He looked at as if he was asking the question 'Who the hell are you telling me what to do.' Adilynne stood, and leaned in close whispering in his ear, while she placed her hand around his neck squeezing with the force.

"I could crush your neck and have your head fall off right now..why dont you run along.You do not want to come back empty handed. It would not bode well for you." Adilynne gave a sarcastic chuckle. Just loud enough so Valves could hear.

If this was the outer rim his head would have been planted with a few face plants on the counter top. But then again she would have to leave and get changed from all the blood splatter. Let's be honest it's a little to early for that. Technically she was still working and had to be discreet especially on Coruscant.
She could have laid out her hand do ge could kiss it, but that just wasn't her style. She was a Sith not like any of the pretentious people here. It was disgusting watching them socializing.

"Adilynne"lifting her glass, and right before she took a sip.
"Pleasure" With a quick smirk giving the notion she didnt know him well enough to give him more but that didnt stop her from giving him a few innuendos. She purposely offered him to pay for the drinks all night.. why she didn't fully know.

"No! Stunning!Your smarter than you look." With a wide grin. "Your not so bad yourself"

Slowly turning to face him, leaning o her armrest, watching crossing her other leg over the other. Her dress was short and elegant, but left alot to the imagination.
"I know why I'm here, I'm just trying to figure out why you are?"
 
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Valves Miskor

Bastard, Scoundrel, Self Proclaimed Entrepreneur.
Valves hadn’t even finished his first drink, so hadn’t even touched the drink she had ordered and placed in front of him, and she was already ordering a third drink. “Now, you aren’t trying to take advantage of me are you?” He joked.
Her threatening the bartender should probably have been a red flag, but luckily for Adilynne Frose Adilynne Frose , red was Valve’s’ favourite colour.
 


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Adelynne wasn't keeping track of how how much she did drink that evening. But she did at least think Valves would drink at least one of the drinks she bought him. Chuckling as he stated she was trying to take advantage of him, she would have already done if she wanted to.
"If I was taking advantage of you, you wouldn't be asking" Adelynne laughed at the notion.

Instead she teased him just a little, sitting cross-legged, facing Valves just enough so he could take notice she was showing him she was quite interested in showing him she quite muscular herself. Her short dress proved showing her developed legs with just a little flex here and there. Adelynne had to admit she enjoyed showing off.

Adilynne with a mischievous grin."Well so what if I was" licking her lips she brought her glass to her lips taking a sip."and what If I was?"she couldn't help herself as she took another sip. Making sure he he took notice of her arms as she lifted her glass.
 
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Valves Miskor

Bastard, Scoundrel, Self Proclaimed Entrepreneur.
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Valves couldn’t help but admire this woman’s form. Always one to admire a strong woman. “Well,” He drank the first whiskey in one quick go. Not one to let good alcohol go to waste. “I’m not complaining.” He skulled the second whiskey. Letting the social lubricant loosen him up a bit. “I reckon it builds character.”
 


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Adilynne wasn't one to be as forward as she was currently being. It may have something to with the alcohol she had already consumed. Plus she was not the sociable type, but she thought what the hell, she wore a sexy outfit, she might as well play the part with a little bit of a devious nature.

"Hmmm, perhaps you want me to take advantage of you."She asked him sounding mischievous in her tone.

"The night is still young, with lots of room to build that character of yours" she chuckled.
 

Valves Miskor

Bastard, Scoundrel, Self Proclaimed Entrepreneur.
Sipping the last whiskey. “You’re very confident.” He said with a smirk. “You aren’t wrong though. The night is young.” He finished the whiskey. “This isn’t really my scene though.” He stood up, and extended his robot arm to her, offering it to her. “Mind heading somewhere a little more interesting?”
 


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Valves wasn't wrong, Adilynne was confident in herself saying what was on her mind, without any filter. Any other time she would have finished her drink and been on her way, mostly out of sheer boredom.

With a smirk and a wink,she took his hand, leaning in close she whispered in his ear."what did you have in mind? I'll be honest, not really my scene either."

Briefly she was still holding his hand firmly and she turned around. Only to adjust her dress at the sides she looked over her shoulder deviously with a sway in her hips.

"Dont stare for to long" she smirked.
 

Valves Miskor

Bastard, Scoundrel, Self Proclaimed Entrepreneur.
“I heard there’s a fight ring a few dozen floors down.” Valves would relish the chance to let his hair down, so to speak. “Might be good to get the blood pumping.” He said with as a sly remark as he got to his feet. “It’s not my fault, I like what I see.” He said in response to her remark about stareing.
 

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Adilynne smiled at the thought of the fight ring. Why not really, gave her the chance to flex her muscles so to speak. It would be entertaining with her current attire, fighting in her short tight dress.
Most underground fight rings in these parts were some what risque places were often brutal, and the bets were usually high ranging from most wanted criminals to anyone looking to make some extra cash. Adilynne didn't care either way she just enjoyed a good fight.
"Well in that case?" Licking her lips. Looking over her shoulder, she adjusted her poney tail. She took pride in her phsique; and it wasn't often she met people who stated they 'liked what they saw' At the moment she was enjoying the avid stares. Why not show off a little she thought to herself.
Valves following behind her, flexing while she continued to tie back her hair. She did love training her arms and it showed they were quite large for a female for her size. She was really only 5 foot three, training at an early age at stunted her growth. She didn't care it was her favorite past time.
"It's not polite to stare my dear" she gave him another little wink, while she held a pose tieing her back. Mabe showing off a little to much perhaps.He kept staring and Adilynne flexed while she tied back her hair.
There was only one door guaded by one who was quite larger than the two of them. Adilynne had already thought of this senario in her head. She had already dominated his feeble and insicure mind to let them pass through without any questions.
"Let the fun begin" she smirked.
 

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