Tayeav
Feb 7th, 2008, 03:37:44 PM
"I said I wasn't interested..." The Chiss scowled behind the rim of her glass, doing her best to ignore the human panting lustfully at her side.
"Yer the prettiest twilek I've ever seen." His words a slur.
"I'm not a damn.... Oh forget it." Tay rolled her eyes and turned from the man, waving down the tender for a refill. She knew males were stupid, but to mistake anyone for a twilek (considering Tayeav most definitely lacked head-tails) just reinforced her opinion of the gender.
"Hey, I'm still talkin' to you!" A greasy hand fell on her shoulder. "I'll even let ya buy me a drink, sweetness." A cherry eye twitched as a hand slid to her blaster, the much taller female turning slowly to bring her eyes back upon the man.
“I’d take your hand off me...” Her voice a dry hiss.
“Or what?” He leaned in close, the stench of rum on his breath.
In a whir of motion, the male found his face pressed flat into the table, his right hand twisted cruelly behind his back as the Chiss dug her knee between his shoulders. He let out a yelp as the woman leant in, pushing her weight down upon the man.
“You’re gonna leave me be, hmm?” Her lips were bare inches from his ear, set in a triumphant smile as the human writhed helplessly in the pin; the cobalt-skinned femme shoving him roughly aside, allowing the surrounding laughter to cripple what was left of his ego.
“Men are so stupid.” she mumbled and took a drink...
* * *
It was deep-night when the cantina closed it’s doors; the alcohol-soaked patrons left to stumble back to their homes, Tay being no exception. With one hand on a wall for balance, the Chiss had managed to pull herself down one of the numerous alleys, groaning to herself about nonsensical things as she made her way back to her shuttle. Ebony hair, laced with the smell of smoke, bounced annoyingly across her vision until Tay had to stop and tie it back; her tall frame swaying into the closest wall, promoting a drunken snicker...
"Hey, Twilek!" A voice came from the shadows, forcing Tayeav to spin shakily on her heels and come face-to-face with what looked like several followers. "Yer the one from the bar, ain't ya?"
The speaker (the man she had roughed up at the bar) stood with both arms across his chest, a mirthless grin spread along his dirty face.
"Ya ain't so tough now, are ya?" His head inclined as two of the gang stepped forward, pipes in either hand...
Tayeav cursed under her breath and back stepped into the wall; her head foggy and senses askew as she did her best to eye off the group. Her fingers were steady as she slid out her DL-18 and aimed at the bigger of the pair; the action some what shaky as she worked through the double-vision.
"Look at her, too drunk to see straight!" It was her turn to be laughed at, the Chiss scowling as she tried to clear her head.
"Come on then..." her voice was as calm as she could manage, considering the situation. It wasn't that she was scared or incapable, but Tay knew how much she had drank, and knew that her reflexes were stunted because of it; making a seven-on-one fight more dangerous than it would otherwise be...
The braver of the pair came at her first, pipe raised above his head.
Her shot was quick.
He fell before taking his third step.
"Bitch! Get 'er!" She heard the call and turned to run; her long legs feeling weighted as she stumbled through the darkness, knocking over crates and scrap waste in attempt to slow the chase...
Shadows raced past her, the mob at her heels. All she could hear was her breath and distant shouts.
Good one, Tay. This is what you get for drinking.
She turned and fired another shot.
Damn, you missed.
"Yer the prettiest twilek I've ever seen." His words a slur.
"I'm not a damn.... Oh forget it." Tay rolled her eyes and turned from the man, waving down the tender for a refill. She knew males were stupid, but to mistake anyone for a twilek (considering Tayeav most definitely lacked head-tails) just reinforced her opinion of the gender.
"Hey, I'm still talkin' to you!" A greasy hand fell on her shoulder. "I'll even let ya buy me a drink, sweetness." A cherry eye twitched as a hand slid to her blaster, the much taller female turning slowly to bring her eyes back upon the man.
“I’d take your hand off me...” Her voice a dry hiss.
“Or what?” He leaned in close, the stench of rum on his breath.
In a whir of motion, the male found his face pressed flat into the table, his right hand twisted cruelly behind his back as the Chiss dug her knee between his shoulders. He let out a yelp as the woman leant in, pushing her weight down upon the man.
“You’re gonna leave me be, hmm?” Her lips were bare inches from his ear, set in a triumphant smile as the human writhed helplessly in the pin; the cobalt-skinned femme shoving him roughly aside, allowing the surrounding laughter to cripple what was left of his ego.
“Men are so stupid.” she mumbled and took a drink...
* * *
It was deep-night when the cantina closed it’s doors; the alcohol-soaked patrons left to stumble back to their homes, Tay being no exception. With one hand on a wall for balance, the Chiss had managed to pull herself down one of the numerous alleys, groaning to herself about nonsensical things as she made her way back to her shuttle. Ebony hair, laced with the smell of smoke, bounced annoyingly across her vision until Tay had to stop and tie it back; her tall frame swaying into the closest wall, promoting a drunken snicker...
"Hey, Twilek!" A voice came from the shadows, forcing Tayeav to spin shakily on her heels and come face-to-face with what looked like several followers. "Yer the one from the bar, ain't ya?"
The speaker (the man she had roughed up at the bar) stood with both arms across his chest, a mirthless grin spread along his dirty face.
"Ya ain't so tough now, are ya?" His head inclined as two of the gang stepped forward, pipes in either hand...
Tayeav cursed under her breath and back stepped into the wall; her head foggy and senses askew as she did her best to eye off the group. Her fingers were steady as she slid out her DL-18 and aimed at the bigger of the pair; the action some what shaky as she worked through the double-vision.
"Look at her, too drunk to see straight!" It was her turn to be laughed at, the Chiss scowling as she tried to clear her head.
"Come on then..." her voice was as calm as she could manage, considering the situation. It wasn't that she was scared or incapable, but Tay knew how much she had drank, and knew that her reflexes were stunted because of it; making a seven-on-one fight more dangerous than it would otherwise be...
The braver of the pair came at her first, pipe raised above his head.
Her shot was quick.
He fell before taking his third step.
"Bitch! Get 'er!" She heard the call and turned to run; her long legs feeling weighted as she stumbled through the darkness, knocking over crates and scrap waste in attempt to slow the chase...
Shadows raced past her, the mob at her heels. All she could hear was her breath and distant shouts.
Good one, Tay. This is what you get for drinking.
She turned and fired another shot.
Damn, you missed.