Cerise Fuege
Character
Nar Shaddaa
There was a smell of desperation in the air of the Ugly Gamorrean, a local dive bar Scarlett found herself sitting in, waiting on business. Her ‘freighting’ business had been slow recently, it seemed no one wanted to go the old fashioned way when they were moving illegal things, now they went through he government, giving them enough money that it didn’t matter what the hell was in their cargo ships. She had enough credits to get a nice buzz going at the bar. She seemed to be the only girl in there who smoked too, you’d figure a place called the Ugly Gamorrean would have people more understanding of a female smoker. She let out a big ring of smoke at the waiter’s face as he walked by. The smug bastard hadn’t asked her if she wanted a refill in the last twenty minutes.
As one hand held the stick to her coral lips, the other hugged what was left of her Corellian brandy dearly, she hadn’t been here long and she already could tell some of these people weren’t above drugging a girl to get their way. It was something she used to see all the time back in the clubs, girls would just drink any drink a guy gave them or put any drug up their nose just to have a good time, Nebula used to be that way, and it got her nowhere fast. Now, she figured, she was old enough to know if they were good drugs or bad drugs.
Another puff of smoke passed, the locals had seemed to get over her smoking, some of them even taking the opportunity to light up themselves, exchanging the occasional ‘hey look at me I’m cool too’ glance with Scarlett. The tattoos and bald head were a strange turn on for some people which was a sad surprise for her after she decided to do it. The smuggler was relieved to see the young boy bringing her more alcohol; he couldn’t have been over eighteen. “Oi, next time you see my glass empty, don’t be shy.” She knew he was probably too young to be working at a dive bar but he seemed to be in close with the Zabrak who owned the place and even Scarlett could tell no one should mess with him; he couldn’t be described as anything less than a wall of muscle.
The real reason she was at the bar was because she got an offer from an anonymous source to deliver something that she assumed was stolen or was lusted after by a lot of people because they were requesting as little outside stops as possible, legal or otherwise. Or at least that what the contact who delivered the message had said. Who knew who else got the message, who knew who or what the offer even was, for all she knew she was in a cantina full of people who heard about the job offer. She was ready to cut down whoever got in her way of the job too. She took a sip from her glass and propped her feet up on the durasteel table of her little booth.
OOC: Looking to have a fun intro thread, trying to get a feel from different factions so if you'd like a new member please join in! It's my first thread in a long time, so please bear with me
There was a smell of desperation in the air of the Ugly Gamorrean, a local dive bar Scarlett found herself sitting in, waiting on business. Her ‘freighting’ business had been slow recently, it seemed no one wanted to go the old fashioned way when they were moving illegal things, now they went through he government, giving them enough money that it didn’t matter what the hell was in their cargo ships. She had enough credits to get a nice buzz going at the bar. She seemed to be the only girl in there who smoked too, you’d figure a place called the Ugly Gamorrean would have people more understanding of a female smoker. She let out a big ring of smoke at the waiter’s face as he walked by. The smug bastard hadn’t asked her if she wanted a refill in the last twenty minutes.
As one hand held the stick to her coral lips, the other hugged what was left of her Corellian brandy dearly, she hadn’t been here long and she already could tell some of these people weren’t above drugging a girl to get their way. It was something she used to see all the time back in the clubs, girls would just drink any drink a guy gave them or put any drug up their nose just to have a good time, Nebula used to be that way, and it got her nowhere fast. Now, she figured, she was old enough to know if they were good drugs or bad drugs.
Another puff of smoke passed, the locals had seemed to get over her smoking, some of them even taking the opportunity to light up themselves, exchanging the occasional ‘hey look at me I’m cool too’ glance with Scarlett. The tattoos and bald head were a strange turn on for some people which was a sad surprise for her after she decided to do it. The smuggler was relieved to see the young boy bringing her more alcohol; he couldn’t have been over eighteen. “Oi, next time you see my glass empty, don’t be shy.” She knew he was probably too young to be working at a dive bar but he seemed to be in close with the Zabrak who owned the place and even Scarlett could tell no one should mess with him; he couldn’t be described as anything less than a wall of muscle.
The real reason she was at the bar was because she got an offer from an anonymous source to deliver something that she assumed was stolen or was lusted after by a lot of people because they were requesting as little outside stops as possible, legal or otherwise. Or at least that what the contact who delivered the message had said. Who knew who else got the message, who knew who or what the offer even was, for all she knew she was in a cantina full of people who heard about the job offer. She was ready to cut down whoever got in her way of the job too. She took a sip from her glass and propped her feet up on the durasteel table of her little booth.
OOC: Looking to have a fun intro thread, trying to get a feel from different factions so if you'd like a new member please join in! It's my first thread in a long time, so please bear with me