You can touch my tails if I can touch yours.

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Nar Shaddaa..

Most of it stunk and there was a pretty good chance someone was going to try and stab you. Also more Hutts than she liked to see around. Not Chiasas favourite planet. It did have a few good points. Some of the clubs and casinos were top notch, and if you were looking for information, particularly the sort that was less than legal, you couldn't find a better place.

It was the latter that had brought Chiasa here, but the former didn't hurt, and one might as well enjoy oneself while one could. In theory she was following some leads to find out more about a couple of black market organizations. She needed a job, the twi'lek was broke, and most legitmate jobs just didn't appeal to her. Besides, she'd come to really appreciate being able to maim folks who got too handsy without her consent. You didn't get that kind of leeway in your average nine to five cubicle job. It tended to upset them. In practice she was in a night club, getting a bit tipsy and reverting to her dancer roots. And occasionally driving a stiletto heel through someones foot when they turned out to be bad dancers, which they usually did.

The night had been enjoyable, though uneventful so far. She could of course dance until she was exhausted and then make her way back to the closet she was renting with her few remaining credits while she was here, but if she was lucky something or someone more interesting would show up soon.

She was often lucky.

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[Malachite the Shoki]

Back on Nar Shaddaa. I couldn't help grinning. Even a part-canine, fire-spouting, half-furred, guy like me needed a drink and pretty girls. And there was no place better than the Smuggler's Moon for that combination. Coming to this conclusion, I'd been tramping around the city in my beautiful custom airspeeder, trying to get one of the fairer sex to accompany me to a bar. Most of my attempts had been met with things being thrown at me, blasters being cocked, or stiletto heels to the face.

I had finally gritted my teeth, and walked into my favorite bar, bemoaning my lack of luck to the bartender, who laughed and replied with his failed, and some of his succeeded, endeavors. All in all, I was feeling much better by the time the drunken red Twi'lek crashed into me. I formed a cushion of the Force behind her, and shook my head, grinning.

"You know, you should make sure you can take the booze before you start prancing around, Red."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Some drunk floozy who clearly had not been trained since childhood on how to dance in heels tumbled into Chiasa in the middle of a rather good dance routine, sending her stumbling. She briedly considered clawing the other womans eyes out, or at the very least giving her a very chilly glare, but found herself rather.. distracted.

Ooo, this has potential.

It had been a slow night okay?

Blonde, blue-eyed, tall (oh how she liked the tall ones) and quite good looking, if she had to be knocked into someone, this certainly had her vote for best someone in the bar. Possibly color-blind, but that could be forgiven, and, unless her lekku decieved her, a force-user.

"You would be amazed what I can take."

Was the reply with a slow grin.

"And I do not prance, horses prance. I dance. The difference is years of training in very uncomfortable footwear."

"Besides, I'm not sorry, are you?"

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I grinned, and shook my head. My tail started twitching, and a few sparks ran over my fur. This Twi'lek was very pretty, and she was talking to me. Well, at least this was starting out well. She was wearing heels that put my the ones on my boots to shame. They seemed almost serrated.

"Not particularly. It's not often a pretty girl comes falling, almost literally, into my lap. Not complaining about that, either."

I held out my hand to shake, and saw more sparks on it. Oh, well.

"Name's Malachite. What's yours?"

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

She'd actually managed to miss the tail at first, being distracted by the face and chest and all the rest, but she grinned when it started twitching. She was no tail reading expert, but she was a lekku expert and reckoned that was close enough to get the gist.

She watched the sparks on his hand for a moment, intrigued by them, before taking it in her own, trusting that he'd have control over the effect.

"Chiasa, the pleasures at least half mine. So tell me Sparky, do you do that for everyone?"

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I smirked, and gestured towards my tail.

"Yeah, I'm sort of... a fox. Or something like one. The sparks are a occupational hazard of being me. Little vestiges of my power that seem to like to appear whenever another Force Sensitive person is around."

I laughed at the nickname. Sparky wasn't something I'd been called very often.

"It's a subconscious sensory response. I wake up with my hair on fire pretty often, for example."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Just too hot for your own good huh?"

She purred, stepping closer to delicately run a hand through his hair.

"You can hardly tell. I must say, I've woken up some interesting ways and places, but never on fire."

"Though, I suppose warning is always good when an overly righteous do-gooder or maniacal kill machine is about to drop out of the sky on you. Oh, sorry, you're not overly righteous or a kill machine are you? I find those tend to ruin my evenings."

Force sensitives were an unusual bunch to say the least, and they had this unfortunate tendency to place themselves at the extremes of spectrums, they were very rarely well balanced. Unlikely her of course. She was the epitome of well balanced, obviously. Pft. she'd like to see anyone else as well balanced as she was, especially in these shoes.

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I smiled at Chiasa, who was now stroking my hair.

"If I was righteous, or a do-gooder, I probably would be off suicidally jumping in front of gangsters or something. I prefer to stay somewhere with people who are more... fun."

As she stepped closer, I put my arm around her waist, and her face was now a mere couple of centimeters from mine.

"You know, I would rather like to dance with you... As long as you keep those heels well clear of my feet."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

She noted with amusement that he didn't say anything about not being a kill machine, but that was all right, even if he was, as long as it wasn't directed at her, why should she care? There was good money in murder. Bounty hunting, assassination, security, whatever you wanted to call it, it paid. Of course for all she knew he was a substitute teacher who fostered unwanted puppies and didn't eat meat, stranger things had happened.

She smiled up at him as he spoke, before laughing and whirling away as she beckoned him out onto the dance floor.

"You're saying you don't want to see me put my legs behind my head? And that's usually so popular!"

It was fair though. There were probably one or two seated gents and a few who'd already hobbled home that could attest to just how effective an expertly wielded stiletto could be, and again it was one of those toys you could get through any security checkpoint she'd run into yet.

She was looking forward to seeing if he could dance. She might forgive him if he couldn't, he was a pretty piece of eye candy and interesting, but it would be good if he could. She of course, was perfectly capable of dancing with someone, not just on her own, it had been included in her training.

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I laughed, and followed the now clearly orange Twi'lek onto the dance floor.

"Sorry, but I'm not much for contortionists. They either make me jealous of their flexibility, or give me the sudden urge to lose my lunch, depending on what it is they're contorting."

I grinned, and gestured to Chiasa's heels.

"Might I ask why your stilettos are serrated? Sure, they look pretty, but are they supposed to deter me?"

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"I always aim to inspire jealousy over queasiness personally."

She commented with an amused shrug. She glaned down at her shoes as he mentioned them and a smile spead over her face. They were quite good shoes. She'd been awfully pleased the day she found them. Even a bad day wasn't a total loss if you at least had fabulous shoes.

"Sometimes I attract unwanted attention, now and again gents don't seem to understand what no means. Since I can't carry a knife in most of my outfits and don't like having to hand things over to security anyway.."

She shrugged. Besides, when men grabbed you they usually only restrained your hands, they didn't usually think of feet as a threat. Oooh they learned, they learned.

"I suppose when you can set yourself aflame it's not something you need to worry about, folk getting too handsy that is!"

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I laughed, and I glanced at Chiasa's heel in a mock-fearful way.

"No, being able to set yourself on fire doesn't scare people off as much as you'd think. There are far more crazy Sith girls in this galaxy than I thought."

I grinned, and lit my hand up.

"I'm not overly fond of security either... If I can't deal with the problem, how are a bunch of under-paid and over-trained rent-a-cops going to help? Honestly, people should think."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Ha! Yes, I remember them being less crazy.. Once upon a time I knew a few Sith, they'd half talked me around.. Suddenly crazy cult everywhere. What happened to them just being narcissists? I can relate to that. This whole I am Legion business. I feel like I might break a nail, all in all I'd rather not."

She grinned as his hand ignited. It was a very good trick. She could see why the Sith girls wouldn't be put off by it. If she could play with fire like that.. Ah, he was fun for now, and perhaps when they'd known each other for longer she could wheedle his tricks out of him.

"This is true, let's be honest. If it's the sort of trouble you or I can't handle what are the chances they can? And since they're likely not even capable, why expect them to preform at all? So, heels since I cannot do flames. Though in honesty I just meant with a knife chances are I'd have to give it up every time I went through customs, then they record that sort of thing and I'd just as rather authorities did not know me as the highly recognizable Twi'lek with the knife."

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I laughed, and winked at Chiasa, the fire spreading to the rest of my arm again.

"You know, I think you're just highly recognizable. In all the best ways. The heels probably help with that, I guess. Not many beautiful women out there who stab people with their feet."

I grabbed the closer of her two hands, and grinned.

"You can't keep a fox down by taking away his sharps, though."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Why thank you.. And that's true, I'm thinking of starting my own footwear line. I think they'd make quite an impression."

She offered him a wink with that comment, to show she was joking. Of course in the future.. Who knew? It might be worth pursuing one day when she had the credits to throw around for personal projects. She didn't want anything to do with a project like that until she could afford to do it exactly the way she wanted to. Top shelf materials or nothing!

"Mmm, I imagine you'd be on top for just as long as you'd like, sharps on no."

A slow grin accompanied that observation. It was possible that after a few drinks it was harder to resist that sort of comment. It was just right there, waiting to be said.

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I grinned, and winked back. She was clearly joking, but I thought it could be a good idea.

"Maybe I should look into those sometime. Force knows I need something to spend my money on."

It was true. I didn't spend much of the money I made on Crystalsong. It was sort of just sitting there, almost asking to be used. Getting away from that thought, I grinned even wider, and pulled close to Chiasa.

"If you ask nicely, I might stay down for you."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"There are certainly worse things to invest in than footwear."

She agreed with mock seriousness. It was half true in any case. What could you accomplish in bad shoes? Couldn't impress people, couldn't dance, couldn't fight, couldn't run.. Well, perhaps you could, but not as well so the point was still valid.

Her mind very briefly took off on a tangent. Mens footwear. She'd not really considered it because she didn't spend money on it, but some of then had taste. Even if they didn't they might try to pretend for the women in their lives, or more accurately, the women they wanted in their lives. She knew how she liked her men dressed and her taste was impeccable, so why not? Still an idle thought, but a somewhat more fleshed out one.

"Nice, naughty, I have outfits for either."

Was the Twi'leks saucy retort.

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I grinned at Chiasa, showing a few of my sharper front teeth. I let out a low growl, and my tail began to spark again.

"Do I get to see both?"

I actually did wonder what this woman wore on a daily basis. Stilettos were one thing, but dressing up as sexily as she was today is almost asking for trouble somewhere like Nar Shaddaa. Nobody troubles a guy as built as I am, and being able to set myself on fire definitely helped. I looked down at my scuffed metal-plated shirt, and the worn gold desh-and-fur jacket I always wore with everything, suddenly worried about how I was dressed. My grin became a bit sheepish as I looked back in the orange woman's face.

"Sorry to say, I don't wear anything much different than this."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Maybe, if you ask me ever so nicely.."

She'd rather liked the growl. For all that she valued sophistication and felt that most men couldn't go wrong in a good suit, or better yet a waistcoat, it was unappealing when they got too.. domesticated for lack of a better word. What was the point of having a man about if they couldn't, on socially acceptable and convenient for her occasions, change their inner manliness?

This did bring up a rather good point though. Best not promise him too many outfits or she'd have to bring him back to where she was renting rather than wherever he was staying. It was hardly more than a closet. At least the one piece of furniture it had was the important one. It would do in a pinch she supposed, even if it did still smell slightly of cleaner. It was better than what it had smelled of before.

"It looks good on you in any case, high class grunge."

Her eyes roved over him again, as if she'd really needed an excuse. Besides, it was rather cute how this self-assured man was suddenly worried about what he was wearing on account of her.

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[Malachite the Shoki]

I reached down to put my arms under Chiasa's shoulders, and brought my face very close. Since she seemed to like the growl, I did it again, a bit lower. I let my hair fall in front of my face a little as I grinned even wider.

"Well, I don't know how nicely an animal like me can ask. See, foxes are usually wild."

At the mention of high-class grunge, I chuckled and watched the beautiful orange skinned Twi'lek look me over.

"You seem like the type to dress a guy up a bit. You see something you like?"

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