Sar'Talani'Vek
Just a Smuggler
Sar'Talani'Vek smiled as she opened to doors to the cantina. The Smuggler's Den was finally ready to be open to the public. She smiled from her corner booth as she watched a steady stream of curious patrons enter the rather high class cantina. The bartender was already quite busy and the dancers were certainly catching people's attention. She noticed a few of her dealers milling about in the crowd, no doubt they were selling the spice and death sticks she had brought in on her latest shipment. All in all it looked like this was going to be a productive night.
"Be a sweetheart and fetch me a bottle of liquor from the bar. I don't want to have to keep getting up get my cup filled," Talani asked one of the dancers who had decided to join her in her booth. Two of the girls she had hired seemed to believe that by following the Chiss woman around and flirting with her constantly, they would get a raise in pay or something. It made the smuggler laugh. They could hang on her all they liked, it wouldn't change anything for him. Though she had to admit, the girls were pretty. Maybe she'd let them join her in her apartment upstairs sometime.
"Be a sweetheart and fetch me a bottle of liquor from the bar. I don't want to have to keep getting up get my cup filled," Talani asked one of the dancers who had decided to join her in her booth. Two of the girls she had hired seemed to believe that by following the Chiss woman around and flirting with her constantly, they would get a raise in pay or something. It made the smuggler laugh. They could hang on her all they liked, it wouldn't change anything for him. Though she had to admit, the girls were pretty. Maybe she'd let them join her in her apartment upstairs sometime.