No Time For Licking (Or Lots Of It?)

[Josh Dragovalor]

Nar Shadda. Not an ideal vacation spot, but one DragonsFlame came to every once in awhile.

In a cantina on the far end of Nar Shadda, a man clad in brown robes, a hood over his head sat at the far end of the cantina, away from the other patrons. Seeing as many of them were still scoundrels and lowlives, even if the Republic currently occupied the planet, he didn't try to bring attention to himself.

A sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax and listen... He was here to calm himself a bit, while perhaps garnering a bit of information. Since his informants were... Well... Poodoo, hearing the latest usually came from this cantina in Nar Shadda. It was here he could relax and listen, and if anyone had a problem with the man sitting in the back, one look into his eyes usually set their plans in a different direction. Preferably, away from the quiet man with the piercing brown eyes.

He took a sip of his drink. While it wasn't an ideal drink, it tasted decent, which was surprising considering the location.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Nar Shaddaa. One of Nessa's favourite planets in the whole wide 'verse. Mostly, because she could go nuts here, and no one cared. It was a party one day, a hunt the next, and seeing how quickly she could let herself fall between buildings before giggling her way back up with the aide of the Force. But fun a the last week had been, she'd set her crew to preparing Shiny at the spaceport. It was time to leave.

And there was one place she wanted to visit before she did just that. The bar she'd been at the previous time she'd visited the planet. They had the best bantha wings ever. She needed more of them.

Taking no special note of the people that were already there, the bubbly teenager, clad in jeans and a soft baby-pink colored hoodie, grinned from ear to ear at the bartender. "Two servings of bantha wings!" she giggled, "and strawberry milkshake, a nerfburger, whatever frozen cake you've got today, the leg salad, shrimpsausage and... Mm... What else is on the menu?"

"Fries?"

"Yeah, give me three bowls of those."

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[Josh Dragovalor]

His attention was caught by someone who seemed... Well, to put it lightly, more out of place then he was. And that was hard to pull off. Her bubbly demeanor was shrouded by a dark cloud, a tidbit in the Force. A Sith, most likely. Many people forgot to hide their auras in here, himself included. It was just something in Nar Shadda that tempted Force users to just allow it, usually because being able to sense ones location was difficult here due to the many conflicting presences on the planet.

Most Jedi would either ignore the darksider and watch them, and make sure they didn't cause trouble... Or for the other percent, would kill them on sight for fear of them being a darksider. Josh was.... A little different.

"And what is a beautiful and bubbly gal like yourself doing in a cantina on Nar Shadda?" the Jedi Master asked with the hints of a smirk crossing his face. He flipped the hood from his head and the blonde looked into the eyes of the Sith Lord. Ah, this Grandmaster was a daring one.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Nessarse spun herself on the bar chair so that she could get a look at the person who was speaking to her. She'd been spending too much time in bars lately, and some would say she'd been spending too much time talking to too many people too, but you just couldn't take the girl out of the bubbly. People came wherever she went, and even if one day she would harness the power and abilities that caused that to happen, she doubted she'd give them up. It was fun.

But this fun... The teenager grinned and half bounced in her place. This would definitely be fun. Jedi. She could lick that knowledge out of the air even if hadn't spoken to her, if she'd only just focused for a heart beat. But it didn't matter.

"Taking a break from the massacres, of course," she said with an ear to ear grin, her voice remaining perky as it had been before. There was never any pretend or make believe with Nessarose deWinter. Tact was something that demanded energy and slow of speed, and she rarely had any of either to spare, "are you going to arrest me now, Mister Jedi? Because I've got milkshake coming up and we could totally share and prattle. I think that's kinda more fun, wouldn't you agree?"

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[Josh Dragovalor]

A laugh escaped the Jedi Master as he watched the woman and her response. Oh, this would be interesting indeed.

"Do I look like the kind of Jedi that arrests people just because they're a darksider?" he teased with a handsome smirk.

"While I'm not a fan of milkshakes, so you can keep that one for yourself..." he began before he made space for her to bring her chair over. He chuckled and motioned for her to come over.

"I think a little idle banter could be fun. Wouldn't be my first time going back and fourth with a darksider after all" he said, a slight grin crossing his lips. "Although I don't believe I've met one with your stunning good looks before.... Well, maybe once. That was a good night" he teased humorously.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

"Flirt," Nessarose accused with a grin. There wasn't a hint of embarrassed blush on her face at the compliments he'd bestowed on her. She'd grown up hearing them, and knowing that they were true. But she didn't see a reason to dwell on it. "Anyway, I've never been arrested just on being a Darksider. I had... A lot of weird stuff happening on account of being a darksider, but an arrest? Nope. Never."

Her bantha wings arrived, two dozen of them in a big bowl. She was never quite sure why they called them bantha wings, since everybody knew that banthas did definitely not have any wings attached to them. But it was a regularly occuring dish offered in places like this, and though only the Force knew what was actually inside them (...maybe even the Force didn't, ok?), they were absolutely to die for. She grabbed the first wings between thumb and finger and placed it in her mouth, still holding the edge. When she pulled it out of her mouth half a heart beat later, the bones were white clean, with not even an oily residue left on them.

"Like, this one time," she said, managing to clean two more wing pairs without pausing for breath, "I thought the Force was guiding me somewhere for something important. And then it turns out to be just this stupid cult of people who believe themselves to be Massassi but can't fight worth a damn, and they want me to be their leader because of some uber super stupid bizzaro prophecy, and when I say 'teehee, no!' they try to kill me! How rude. I wouldn't try to kill a prophecy person until they were at least done fulfilling the prophetical part, y'know? It's just... Rude!"

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[Josh Dragovalor]

He chuckled a bit at her accusation. "And what if I am?" the Jedi Master asked with faint traces of a smirk lining his lips. He didn't seem to have a hint of blush or nerves at all... As if he were the epitome of confidence.

He sipped his drink and listened as she told her story... It was actually rather funny. A grin crossed his face as she finished.

"Well, you seem to be one for interesting experiences" he said with a laugh. "Some people like to do that. Don't know why this galaxy is such a fan of killing people"

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[Scherezade deWinter]

"You speak as if there are other galaxies out there in which people don't die," Nessarose shot back, grabbing a bowl of fries. She took one and flung it toward her mouth, swallowing it whole. Within a moment, the first bowl had been utterly emptied.

"Anyway, it's not like I go out looking for these things, y'know?" she continued shortly after the second bowl had been inhaled, "they just sort of happen to me. Anyway, I think you owe me a story now."

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