Nar Shaddaa

The Red Wraith returned to Fancy's and after getting a drink before she would join a table of sabacc. She of course didn't know the Togruta that would come in soon too. Not at all. She was some Jedi scum after all.

From another end of the room a sexy togruta biker, likely a member of a swoop gang, walked around with a bottle of beer.

And totally accidentally, they both joined the same table of sabacc. The cards were dealt...

[250/500 Creds from Moyr]

(250/500 from Baes)

The togruta played her part, swearing heavily to get the attention of the other players away from the Red Wraith.

The winner could only be one, and it was the Red Wraith, who somehow got the perfect 23 when someone was no paying attention or was not getting the lekku-munication of wiggles and vacillations.

EA4. Gambling, Tier 2. Cheating - Deception. Influence. Mask: +1 Dark Pip. Baes' Boosts.: 2eP+1eA+2eB+1eF+1eC+2eD 2 successes, 2 threat, 1 Dark Side


[2 Dark Pips to mitigate threats, full payout: Moyr and Baes are +250 credits net each.]

They would split later.

The togruta looked furious at her loss but did not start a fight and moved away the the bar.

The Red Wraith left soon after cashing in. Another Twi'lek came though after a while, dressed hip and fancy, and took a seat near the bar.

''Aren't you a fancy one'' the motorhead said to the coming Twilek, eyeing her up and down

''Not that'd be a bad thing'' she continued with a grin

"And who are you, swoop biker? Why do you chat up without buying me a drink?" The Twi'lek regarded the Togruta with faux scepticism, though her pupils were smirking.

Baes whistled in between her teeth

''Oh-Oh! A feisty one!'' she grinned even wider ''What will you have, sweet cheeks? Somethin' fruity?''

She pointed towards herself with her thumb

''My friends call me Mekk'a...but you can call me sexy if you want, I won't mind if its you''

"Nothing fruity. Dorian Quill on the rocks." The other woman quipped. "It's a bit too early for that, M'ekka. I am Darwi by the way."

''Nice to know you Darwi baby'' she snapped her fingers at the bartender to get his attention

''You heard the pretty lady'' she returns her attention to the lethan

''Aren't you that big shot for the Wonderland Studio...the Sixth Sense show?''

"I broadcast at the pleasure of Moldo. Are you a listener?"

Darwi arched her brow.

Mekk'a turned around, looking at the crowd and leaning back a the bar. She probably looked cool (She saw that in a holo-vid once)

''Yeah, I listen to it when I need to pump myself up before I give a fistful of knuckles to some fucker''

Quite unlikely, truth be told. Her punches might carry the strength of wet nooddles at best

''And when I work on my swoop bikes, they are my babies''

That was somewhat more plausible of a statement

"A swoop biker? I'd beat you in a ride." Darwi teased back. "I'd probably beat you in a bar fight too."