unlikely and strange//closed
“like a sith needs a pet,” she grinned. She didn’t take kindly to anyone mentioning her being a slave, and she would gladly correct anyone on that. but right now, she was amused, and if he continued to amuse her, she’ll see what happens.
“Say I do need you, for, whatever purpose you assume I do, despite all odds, I suppose you’re use to me would be to point me in the right direction, for I don’t see you as..capable of fending off a horde of unsavory folks, as you claim, by yourself, much less defend a little twi’lek like me,” she started.
His head dropped allowing his messy hair to fall forward, obscuring his eyes, though the wide grin on his face was still just as wide as it had been since he’d taken his seat. He took a deep breath and lifted a hand, throwing his head back and running a hand through his hair to push it back into a more manageable position.
“That the truth? Normally don’t gotta try and audition to tell someone they should keep their pretty little head on their shoulders.” He finally finished with his laugh leaning back in a relaxing pose in the small booth that for the moment they shared. “If I was so drunk I couldn’t stand I could still manage to put each and every person in this cantina flat on their back”
“Hmm I’m sure you can,” she said as she leaned back. “And let me guess, you can use the force too,” she frowned. She twisted a wrist in the air.
“Just tell me what I want to know, I’m not so young where I wouldn’t know how to ask for help, and I’m not too old where I can do anything on my own either, clearly, I’ll call for assistance if I feel like it is nessicary,”
“You ever play Pazzak? Hm, nah you don’t look like a basic gambler, How bout Dejarik? That sound more your speed? You look like you’re all about knowing your risk before you dive into something.” He waved a hand slightly. “Listen missy, you want your jedi toys and I want something too, I know just what you need to get in. You want whats in my head, you get the rest with it.”