Strawberry Vanilla

[Vanilla Toner]

Skyline Exodus
A Zeltros Nightclub

It was dark outside and the lights of the city covered the view of the stars. The space lanes drew colorful lines across the glass. It was beautiful really. In a modern sense I suppose. The transparent ceiling of the tall, silver skyscraper was beginning to make sense now. Of course. The glass floor that looked out over another dance floor however? Well. That took some, getting used.

"Heya beautiful. Welcome to VIP. What can I get cha' baby."
"Two in the yellow. And one of those greens. Thanks."

Peaches was at the neon bar ordering a drink. The music was hot and the dancing girls were even hotter. Peaches didn't usually swing that way but Zeltron pheromones played with a girl's head sometimes. Made things life more exciting. She hadn't even had a drink yet and already everybody was looking better with every passing moment. It was a bad sign she was going to have good night.

"Here ya go. Three for the lady. Anything else I can get cha' baby?"
"Yeah. I'm looking for a pilot. The discrete kind. I hear you can help."
"Yeah yeah baby. I'll let the ladies upstairs know that your looking. You just enjoy yourself like candy and we'll send somebody your way. And let me know if you need a refill."
"Thanks."

Exodus was a classy place. All glass and steel and neon lights. Dresscode and paid entertainers. You could have a good time while you where here.

"Hey there sugar. Buy a girl a drink?" It was a Zeltron GoGo Dancer brushing up beside her. Peaches could never tell their age just by looking at them,

"Sure thing. ...So? Did your shift just end blue. Or are you just getting started?"
"Oh I'm just taking a break. Care to join me on the dance floor in a few? You look like you could swing those hips pretty well. Hehe."
"I'm waiting for somebody. But we can swing right here. Hey Rico! One for the lady."
"Alright sugar. ...So whats your game tonight? I'm a fan of Three Card myself. Care for a round while you wait."

House always wins. The Zeltron girl touched the bar and brought up the holo-projector. Three Card was a virtual gambling game. Pretty fun too. The drunk and anxious tend to lose a lot of money on the micro transactions but Peaches knew the routine. After all, this dancing girl wasn't taking a real break. She was just working a new table.

"Yeah. Let's do that. I'll take the purple deck. Go ahead and shift in."
"Hehe. I like you. I'll play blue. And may the sexiest girl win."

Peaches smiled and shifted her first trade. The blue holographic updated with dazzling colors and sparkling graphics. Any teenager knew how to play, but it took an adult to know your limits and quit while you where ahead. Still. Gambling and flirting with a Dancer was a fun and sexy way to spend your evening. Peaches just hoped she could find what she came to look for. A pilot.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

They Skyline Exodus was noisy and croweded. The atomosphere was a mixture of gyrating music, loud voices, laughter, pheromones, and a heavy blanket of smoke.

A wide variety of people mingled together; nothing new considering the original inhabitants of the area. Zeltrons knew how to party and everyone knew it. If you wanted to have a carefree time, toss away your worries, and simply be and set your fantasies in motion -- this club was for you.

Still others, like Deagan Hunt, was there merely to celebrate the payout of a six week cargo run.

Like so many other freelance smugglers, Hunt was the owner and joint operator of a freighter. With jobs being long and lonely it was common for some Captains to take a woman aboard. In essence, she needed a lift to his destination, and in exchange offered her companionship with all its connotations.

Deagan Hunt was not interested in that kind of arrangement. Six weeks in space can be a big mistake when stuck with someone you don't happen to get right with. Not to mention Sal, the old coot of a Sullustan co-pilot that was more of a Shepard than anything else, had a mighty fine habit of harping in his ear about women and his gallivanting ways.

He'd tried it once--shortly after he'd acquired the Valkyrie. It turned into a disaster and from then on he resolved to limit his women to port only unless they paid for a contract.

None the less, folk knew that Hunt was true to his word when offered a job, which considering the club they were in, spoke volumes when a tap to his shoulder disrupted the nursing of his drink. A thick bushy blue back brow rose.

"Aye?" there came the slight upward crack of a grin.
"Got a girl in need of your services,"
Oh did that grin grew wider. "That so?" the amusement was not lacking, nor was the knowing expression.

A jerk of a thumb drew Deagan's attention to the far end of the club, where his interest grew exponentially at the blonde. "Oh... I can service that." came the quip with a faint chuckle.

"Sure you can, Hunt." Came the half friendly snort. "Needs a pilot."
Both brows rose again. After all, he'd just finished one six week run. Then again... he let his gaze drift over that tempting lithe body. "Guess don't hurt to listen to what she'll offer." came the half chuckle, rising to his feet off the barstool.

"Thanks," he said gratefully before making his way over to the gaming table. That's when he recognized the Zeltron Gogo dancer next to her. An amused grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Always working the new ones, he thought to himself just as the Holographic display finished the second trade.

"Three Card," he spoke with a low but friendly drawl, coming just next to Miss Toner, leaning against the holoarray with a laid back assurance, "Good choice if I do say so myself," he said casually, flicking a glance over at the Zeltron in amusement, as if saying 'I know your game dear', then turned towards Peaches with a wide smile.

"Gives one enough of a rush to enjoy the start of a good night."

 

[Vanilla Toner]

Vanilla pushed the 'stasis' button and paused the game in play. She raised only one eyebrow and smiled at Hunt,

"Everybody loves three. Care to join us handsome?"
"Oh my. Look at the time."

The bartender gave the Dancer a motion of his eyes and the gal decided to scoot. Business before pleasure I suppose. Who knew? Vanilla closed the game session with a shrug.

"Well now. It seems I've lost my sexy companion for the evening. Care to join a girl for a drink Mr?..."

 

[Deagan Hunt]

The corners of his mouth quirked up in an amused smile, and he gave a roll of his shoulders under the worn tanned leather jacket he wore, "Well if you are looking for a companion for the evening... " his smile turned wry and his eyes were dancing with mirth, "It's a tough job, but I'm up to the task." he joked with a quip and a wink.

"So what brings you to my corner of the galaxy Miss... " both his brows rose as if waiting for her to reveal her name, sitting himself down next to her with a carefree attitude that would welcome easy, if not flirty conversation.

 

[Vanilla Toner]

"Miss Peaches. Hehe. Now you..."

She smiled with a coy grin. And waved forth his name like a playful cat. Vanilla had played this game before. It was called Poker Face. And you turn over your cards one at a time.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Oh and me without the cream to go with it...yet. The thought made the Zeltron crack an even wider smile, extending out his free hand to take her own. "Name's Hunt. Deagan Hunt." there came another wink, "And a right pleasure to meet you Peaches."

"You come here often?" he asked, taking the vice from his lips and scattering ashes into the nearby ashtray. "Cause trust me when I say... I'd have noticed such a beautiful woman around." He quipped playfully, merely enjoying himself.

 

[Vanilla Toner]

She pursed a smile and playfully continued. But whatever they were paying this guy? ...It wasn't enough.

"Actually no. But I hear the Pilot's are good with their hands."

She leaned over the bar and smirked,

"Are you... Good with your hands Mr Hunt? Because I'm a stray kitty in need of a good ride."

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Oh I could give you a ride...

NO! It's a trap! He had to stop himself with the various potential images of the special places in hell he could get himself into with ... Peaches. This wasn't no ordinary gameplay; the woman knew her role and was willing to duke it out.

Having women willing to enjoy a bit of mutual pleasure for a night or two wasn't new to Deagan; it was the expressed in your face flirting that had him a bit wary.

But ohhh the things I would do to that stray kitty...

Shoving a cap on the thoughts for now, Hunt's grin grew wider as he inclined his head just a bit closer to delightful blonde. With his free hand, he made a show of wiggling his fingers and stretching his hand out, "Well they are nice.. big hands. Good at what they do. They'll deliver what you want when you want it. " he countered, the wry grin still tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"And even before you even realize you want it." he quipped with notable mirth, the blue of his eyes twinkling. "But if it's a good ride you are looking for.....Miss. Peaches...." here came another wink, "I might have some time to spare for your convenience."

 

[Vanilla Toner]

"Well good..."

She turned around and leaned her back against the bar. Squinting as she took in the sights and sounds of the nightlife. Her voiced shifted only slightly,

"I need a ride to Corellia. A discrete one. Easy come, easy go. Cargo, is just me. Once we're planetside, jobs done. Name your price. I'm paying in Credits."

She gave him a coy glance,

"...And it goes without saying. But, no questions asked. Heh."

 

[Deagan Hunt]

@[member="Vanilla Toner"]

There were several different thoughts passing through Deagan's head at her offer. On one hand, there was his rule about not having women on his ship unless they paid. On the other... well it would certainly be interesting to have her around.

There was a slight curve upon his lips that crept ever wider at the delightful blonde, "Well... Corellia eh?" he rubbed his chin, appearing as if to consider the offer. "Just a ride?" he lofted a thick bushy brow. Normally when one wanted transport to another planet, they didn't need to find one here at the club. They could just charter passage at the Space Station and be done with it. There had to be a reason why she'd be itching to get a private charter. "All by your lonesome?..."

Question was, what was it exactly?