It wasn't often that Nalexa had any free time. Not with the extra classes she was taking, in order to continue to be a proficient member of the Imperial army, and more importantly, a particular special forces regiment, but this week-long hiatus was damn nice.
Hot men, hot women. Dancers. Everything that she liked to look at when she wasn't up to her ears in medical terminology. Nar Shaddaa was great for that. So as she leaned back in her chair, muscular arms behind her head to watch the show, she wasn't really expecting conversation. Everyone around here was surely concentrating more on the dancers, right?
But when she felt a tapping on one broad shoulder, and a whispered "psst" in her ear, she politely turned to look at the tall man-- even taller than her, and that was saying something. "What can I help you with?" The Zabrak had a clear Imperial accent, but a faint smile on her tattooed face.
"Drink?" came the reply, a wide grin on the man's face, showing off some crooked teeth.
Nalexa shook her head. "No thank you."
"Come on, loosen up...ooh! What's with you eye?"
The polite look faded into something much more sinister and Nalexa slowly stood up to her own height of 6'2", crossing her large arms in front of her chest. "I said no thank you."
A pout formed on the mans face and he tried one more time. "Come on, sweetcakes. Just a drink and I'll tell ya all abo--"
Normally, Nalexa was fairly calm. But she was trying to enjoy the dancers and without even thinking about it, her right hand swung around in a hook toward the man with the blue mohawk's nose, hitting it with a satisfying crunch.
"OI! The hell was that for!?"
Blood was spurting out of his nose and he quickly placed his hands over it. "I jus' wanted t'get ya a driiiink.."
"I said no thank you." Last time she was going to say it.
Snorting back some of the blood, the guy lowered one hand from his nose and extended it in an offered handshake. "Well fimd themb, m'Rax," he introduced. "Lemme know whemb ya wanna drink."
He just couldn't get the hint, could he? With a sigh, Nalexa yanked the offered hand and pulled him toward her, swiftly turning the guy around and grabbed him by the hip.
With a grunt, and before he could really react, she had him up in the air. There was a reason the Zabrak's callsign was Benchpress. "I. Said. No."
Two reps and she set Rax back down, breathing heavily. That was one damn heavy man, and she hadn't actually been sure she could pull it off. But by the look on her face, she knew it was worth it.
He was staring at her wide-eyed, with the goofiest grin ever. She rolled her eyes at him and turned around to head out of the club-- surely another would be calmer.
...It was a good thing he waited until she was out of earshot to speak.
"Daaaamn, girl."