Blue lighting and a haze of smoke set the atmosphere as Kordath Bleu reeled back from a solid strike to his face that sent him into the small bar. He collapsed onto a stool at the lower end of the service area, usually reserved for races of shorter stature. This gave him a front row seat for the oncoming arse kicking that he’d somehow earned himself, though his hazy brain was having trouble with the ‘why’. His mouth tasted wrong and, from the chrono on the wall, he’d been in Club Vertica for longer than he could track. Something wasn’t right, if he could just put his finger on it. Not that he had a lot of time for thinking with the lavender Twi’lek with the manic eyes trying to knock his head off with her heels.
How tha hells is she even movin’ like that? he pondered as he ducked a kick aimed at his head. He used his shorter stature to try and scramble past only to be brought up short as a pair of slim, strong hands snagged his tail on the way.
Oh kark.
He’d ticked off his bosslady, the purple skinned woman with a dancer’s grace who was currently dragging him back by his tail, and had no idea how. Not that this was a new situation. Karking off dangerous women was practically second nature to the Ryn, just usually he knew the why or the how. It wasn’t like K’tana was the most stable of people to work with on the best of days, but this had been a simple and easy ‘go out and see where Teroch’s mercs are gettin’ supplies from’ kinda job. Not a lot of potential for him getting his arse handed to him by a lass in a bodysuit and heels but somehow he’d managed it.
One of said heels was driven into his back as she pulled him back into a good stomping distance, causing the Rollmaster to grunt in pain. He twisted, pulling his tail free and rolling onto his back in time to catch the next attempt to skewer him with footwear. With a grunt, he pushed her back with hopes she’d over balance or topple on the bloody things while he regained his own footing, only to see her swing the leg back and around. The momentum gave the backhand she introduced to the side of his face even more power. Kordath chastised himself mentally, he’d had plenty of warning from the Force and knew she was both quick and capable. It was just too easy to get lost watching her move between her natural grace and the bloody outfit.
The blow staggered him sideways and left him open to a grab of his jacket which she used to spin him about and push him towards the bar once more. He hit the counter top at about chest height that drove a few coughs out of him as he shook his head and tried to regain his bearings. A mirror was set behind the bar, as was traditional in most places that served spirits, he could see the Twi’lek standing with arms crossed and head cocked slightly to the side. Even with the cut off reflection he was certain she had one hip sticking out as well. She was waiting for him to come back for more of a beating, like she was teaching him a lesson. He saw her lips move, probably to say something threatening that was lost to the din of the live music.
Tha hells did I do? Right, we got here, she was lead cause she’s tha bosslady anyways, plus nobody paid a lick of attention to me. Not with her struttin’ about in that get up, but that was tha plan, yeah? She got tha folks who had real money talkin’ while I ingrained meself with tha help, see who knew what about whatever.
He glanced down, biding his time, wondering how patient her wrath really was. A glass sat in front of him and he saw the barkeep a few feet away give him a wink. Kordath furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked back at the drink before him and shrugged, tossing it back before cracking his neck and working his shoulders a bit.
“The lot at the end of the bar has fifty credits on your ladyfriend, don’t make me regret betting on you, little guy,” yelled the barkeep over the music in Huttese, the Human grinning at him.
Bleu gave the man another odd look and saw movement in the mirror.
So that’s how long she’ll wait, he mused before she grabbed him by the back of his coat and pulled.
Kordath relaxed his upper body as she did this, slipping out of the restrictive garment and buying himself a few moments of breathing room. The drink, or the skeevy barkeep, had triggered something through the mental fog he was still dealing with. He didn’t have a proper recollection of what happened before K’tana socked him in the face a couple minutes ago, though now that he thought about it, there’d been a strange taste in his mouth when she had. The Ryn recalled her sending him off to get her a drink, him playing either a servant or just a guy so far out of his league that being at her beck and call seemed proper. To an outsider’s perspective there wouldn’t have been much difference, though he did wonder now if somebody had tampered with that first round.
He’d ordered two drinks, had he turned his back for a moment? Somebody might have decided to take a shortcut concerning the curvy Twi’lek and accidently gotten the Ryn instead.
Bet they feel stupid, wonder what I did while I was under, though? Musta been somethin’ ta piss her off like this.
Bleu found himself caught flat footed as K’tana interrupted his thoughts by trying to hit him in the throat with a knife edged palm. His first instinct had been to duck, which caused the blow to connect with his chitinous, beak like nose instead. It jarred him, but not nearly as much as it did her. A Ryn’s nose is one of the hardest parts of their body, usually, and he could see blood dripping from the hand she’d pulled back and balled up, her face just briefly showing a flash of pain.
"Uh, sorry?" he tried to say, though between holding his aching face and the thumping music, it failed to be loud enough.
Oh, good, now she’s actually mad. Great day this is. Fantastic bleedin’ mission.
