Private Love And Sabbacc

[Lancer "Deadlock" Inek]

Location: Elerion

Nightfall on the planet Elerion which meant time to hit the Cantina, it was a full house tonight which meant Smugglers, Bounty Hunters and all of the sorts were to rest and relax while also forming connections, contracts or hits. Deadlock just completed a job smuggling some illegal weapons for a CIS politician who resides here, apparently the man was running a racketeering ring and his business involved some intimidation. Didn't matter too much to Deadlock, he just wanted the credits and be on his way, he reached for his Holoprojector that was located in his jacket pocket. His friend, Rory was supposed to contact Deadlock about his next job as soon as he fixed his ship of course. Taking a sip of Grog, the Smuggler sighed taking a look at the activity that had transpired the dance floor was filled with couples rubbing against each other dancing to the beat. Deadlock wished he could join but sadly he didn't have a girl with him. It's been a while since he last dated, traveling the galaxy as travelling across the galaxy can be a little lonely at times.

Yet Deadlock couldn't ask for a better place, he was still young and in his prime and he's enjoying his freedom. He sighed at the thought, freedom.... that was something that Deadlock wanted to attain for himself when he first left Kamino to spy for the Grand Army of the Silvers. Deadlock was an Oda Special Forces Unit for the clone army. Specifically a Clone Shadow Trooper that was born and bred for infiltration. Though for Deadlock it was a bit different, he needed to spy on the enemies of the SJC and see who they are and what they are up to and what better way to do that than to be a Bounty Hunter and work for the dredges of the Sith Army.

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[Bright8]

She had no idea where she was. Okay, well, not exactly, she knew where she was. Why she was there though was the main issue she was having. Way too many drinks was her problem, and the source was the inspection she had looming before her the next day. Admiral Grumpypants was just looking for a reason to hang her pink behind from the rafters, and honestly, she was expecting the woman to try and kill her with the regulation handbook during their next meeting. She was all manner of screwed truth be told, but this was her life now. Getting threatened and abused by higher powers. It was like sorta like prison, but without the free housing and food.

She found herself now, at a Sabbac table, and trying to remember the rules for the blasted game. Did she shout go fish, or Uno when she had a full hand? And who's credits were out on the table? Where those hers. She turned to a kindly Twi'lek next to her, and gestured to the cards drunkenly. "Hey, erm...do I win?" She asked, only to stare at the bewildered man's face as he seemed a mix of confused, and annoyed. She leaned back in her chair, wondering just what his problem was, her eyes looking about the place for some help. "Hey, lady, go feth off. No peeking at the cards." The dealer started, much to her annoyance. "Let me go get my boyfriend, I'm just holding a chair for him." She lied, getting up and setting the cards down, seemingly the dealer was conversing with one of the players about something, giving her time to find a 'boyfriend'; which meant it was pheromone time.

Why couldn't they just play Pazzak. Pazzak was fun, and easy.

Unlike whatever this game was. Sarlacc or something?

She sought out the bar, and found the first man that caught her eye. Striking, rough but handsome, he'd do. Nearly falling onto the bar as she approarched, she went for the casual laid back take, winking and giggling at the stranger, her arms crossed over her chest as she glanced back to the table. "Excuse me darling, but, I believe you have a Sarlacc game to win." She started, before letting the act fall immediately. She was never good at being a flirt "I'm really drunk, I think I blew all my credits, and I told the dealer your my boyfriend. Please help." She pleaded, her hands crossing in a semi begging fashion, hoping the stranger would be taken by her plight; and chemicals, those usually worked pretty well.

Lancer "Deadlock" Inek