Coruscant Tales: I got the blues soo bad

[Coruscant Call Girl]

She watched the coin flip through the air, it's sides catching the light, making it glitter. She smiled and let her lekku run along his leg. She turned back to look at him and licked her lips.

Tails.

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis smiled the moment she said it. What he knew and she didn't was that the coin Sanis used was his special-purpose, double-sided "Love Coin". Just one of those little novelties that people like Sanis made it a point to carry around. Sanis tried to catch the coin on the way down, but missed by a sizeable margin due to his rather-sloppy condition. However, he picked it up, and showed it to T'Jienn.)

Heads...hehe.

(Sanis took her by the hand, and began to go toward the back part of the bar...the part that served as a "motel" with "hourly rates".)

I win. I'm on top, heh.

[Coruscant Call Girl]

She chuckled softly letting him lead her towards the back of the bar.

Honey, you can be on ANY side of me you want.

She let her lekku play along his back as they walked towards the "motel with hourly rates".

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis tossed a credit chit in the manager's general direction, flung open room 2A's door, and pulled T'Jienn inside, closing the door behind him. Checking himself in a wall-mounted mirror, Sanis kissed T'Jienn deeply, and tossed her onto the bed, her lithe frame bouncing in just the right places ever-so-slightly on the mattress. Watching her bouncing cleavage, Sanis jumped on top of the bed, straddling her at the hips. He leaned down, kissing her, working from her lips, to the nape of her neck, and further down. As he did so, he could feel her at work as well. She was good...definitely quality here.)

[Coruscant Call Girl]

T'Jienn arched her back slightly, enjoying every moment. Oh, but he was more than she'd anticipated. She let her hands work his shirt off, sliding them along the muscles on his back, among other things. Her lekku were at work also, touching him in all the right places. She was one of the best from the safe house; most likely why she'd been taken from her day off. Now, for sure, all annoyance of having been taken away from her day of rest was gone. She was enjoying herself too much, and quite glad she'd come. Oh! He WAS good! The man had had practice.

She arched her back more and then let it slide to the bed, grabbing him and pulling him up. She kissed him full on the lips, letting her mouth move from his towards his ear where she began to play with it with her tongue, nibbling on occasion. As she kissed his ear, her hand began to move through his hair, letting each finger be felt on his head. She played with it a bit, stopping her play on his ear to lean back and look at him. He had nice hair, and she'd always had a fondness for it, even though she herself had none. It just amused her somehow. She ran her fingers along his scalp, twirling the hair in her fingers. She then began to just play with it; parting it, slicking it, ruffling it. She just liked it's feathery feel. She smiled at him, looking at him with her big blue eyes.

[Sanis Prent]

(T'Jienn was in constant motion, hands, feet, lips and lekku all working as a team, each caressing Sanis in their own way. It was the sense of being overwhelmed. She was definitely good at her job. She never stayed in one place...always moving on, finding another spot to give attention. Sanis could feel her working through the haze of his stupor. Slowly, she was waking his whole body up. She even worked the ears! OH MAN, she was worth her weight in gold now! A girl who knows how to play with ears is definitely special. However, just when everything was truly getting good, Sanis suddenly stopped. Something about the way T'Jienn was playing with his hair made him suddenly and deeply regret what he was doing. It made him think about when he first met Daleethria, and the way she played with his hair as well...brushing and forming it until it looked neat. Sanis may have been looking for answers, but he suddenly realized that he was looking in the wrong direction. He had to find Daleethria. Whether things would be fixed or not, Sanis at least had to keep trying. He didn't want to run from it anymore, that much was certain.

Gently, Sanis withdrew himself from T'Jienn, sitting up as she leaned back on the bed, curious. Sanis looked in the mirror, and saw what he was so close to doing. It seemed that the New Sanis was winning this round. He turned back to his Twi'Lek entertainment, and shook his head slightly.)

I'm sorry, I can't do this.

[Coruscant Call Girl]

She looked at him curiously. Something about the way he'd gone from one stage to another with no warning. Something in his eyes. She blinked, confused. She'd seen this before in other men. That haunted look in their eyes; the sense that something else was slipping in between them and "no strings attached" pleasure. But, somehow it seemed different in his eyes. He had stopped where other's had merely ignored the feeling and kept going.

She got on all fours and crawled off the bed, slightly annoyed. She was close to inticing him again, but her instincts told her he wouldn't budge. And he had been doing so well too. This made her upset. She shook her head.

Worthless. Completely worthless.

Without another word, she just glared at him and walked out of the room, and back into the bar. There were plenty of other men there. She'd make the best of her "day off".

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis doesn't look at T'Jienn, instead turning away as he puts his shirt and coat back on, and grabs his other equipment. She was mad, and had a right to be...but Sanis didn't feel like making any excuses. He just couldn't do it. Maybe in retrospect, coming here was a bad idea. Maybe he should've just stuck it out with Dalee...even if she wouldn't say anything. Whatever the situation was, she was on his mind in a big way, and Sanis couldn't just shrug that off.

Without another word, Sanis left the room, walking slowly back to the bar. At any rate...he was scared. Scared he might lose Dalee because of something he did. He wanted to know that he was alright, and that he wasn't a bad person for thinking the way he did. This was just so new to him.

Settling back at the bar, Sanis ordered more whiskey. Maybe if he just drank until he passed out, he wouldn't have to deal with the situation anymore tonight. Tomorrow, maybe...but Sanis was too confused at this juncture. He'd already come close to making a mistake, and now, all he wanted was to make it through the night.

Taking another shot of whiskey, Sanis lit up a stim, as he let his mind blank out.)

[Morgan Evanar]

The knight glanced up as Sanis returned to his chair. Too fast, even for a "quckie." He must have had thoughts about his current woman. There was hope for him yet.

"Hey Sanis, are you feeling alright?" Sanis shook his head slowly as he puffed his stim.

"You want a hand getting home? You look pretty smashed."

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis polished off another shot. How many was it now? Hell, it didn't matter. Whatever helped him pass the hell out and be done with it...that's all that mattered. Sanis just didn't wanna think anymore that night. Not about what he almost did, and not about Dalee...even though he was starting to see that he somehow needed her in his life. It was infuriating and confusing, and Sanis had just had too much to handle in a day. So there he was, taking another shot of whiskey, and feeling about as completely drunk as he had ever felt in his life. Shakily, he turned to Morgan, who was offering to help him go home. No...he certainly didn't want to go home. He couldn't show his face around Dalee looking like this. No, he would be far better off passing out in the bar, and working on a nice, pleasant hangover. Sanis shook his head, and dismissed Morgan with a wave of his hand)

N..noo, I'mm ohkay...ugh...I'm fiiine.

(Sanis exhaled slowly, focusing his eyes)

I, uh...ughh...jus' gonn' sit o'er here 'n haave 'nother few...thatsall, uggh.

[Clive Jerrard]

(Clive walked into the bar, squinting his good eye against the haziness in the room. He'd been at his apartment above his shop, and had decided to go out searching for something to do. He'd been bar hopping and this place happened to be on his route. Walking towards the bar, he watched as a blue-skined Twi'lek woman walked by. My, but she looked fine. He smiled. Maybe later. Right now, he wanted a drink.)

(He slid into one of the stools and ordered a beer. Flipping the top, he took a swig straight from the bottle, looking around the establishment. Smoking, laughing, music, women. He was having a relaxing time. He let his gaze wonder over the crowds of various beings, making a full circle. Finally, his gaze came back to the bar and he drank again from his beer.)

(Casually looking over his shoulder, he spotted a head with tousled hair. He frowned. He'd seen that hair before. He leaned forward to spy the man's face leaning over a glass. Clive smiled, realizing it was Sanis Prent. He'd met him only through a package delivery, but somehow felt a comradeship towards him. Both had a common dealing in outlawish business.)

(He hopped off his stool and walked over to Sanis, smiling.)

Hey Sanis! How ya doi--

(He stopped in mid-word as he saw the state Sanis was in.)

Ooo. You don't look so good, pal.

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis sort-of shrugged, and smiled weakly as he looked at Clive.)

Yea'...I'll be fiine. Jus' havin' a good tiime.

(Well, that was a lie...but it at least helped Sanis rationalize his drinking.)

[Clive Jerrard]

(Clive raised the eyebrow over his good eye, and looked at the half empty glass in front of Sanis. He sat down in the stool next to him. )

Yeah, I bet you are.

(He didn't buy it. The man was obviously in some serious trouble, whether it be business or pleasure. Somehow, Sanis didn't strike Clive as the type that would just go out and get drunk for the hell of it. Well, maybe he would, but the way he looked now, it didn't seem like one of those situations. Something else was bothering the man.)

(Clive gestured towards the bar tender and inquired as to how many drinks Sanis had had that evening. The bar tender snorted.)

Bar tender: Too many. But, he keeps paying.

(The bar tender shrugged and walked off to serve more drinks to waiting patrons. Clive looked at Sanis again and shook his head. Whatever it was, he sure as hell was glad he wasn't in his shoes.)

(He looked out into the room again and spotted a nice looking female with beautiful blue eyes. Wait a minute. hadn't he seen her before? His eye widened as he realized it was that Imperial he'd seen earlier.)

Well, I'll be damned.

(He was looking her up and down. She still looked just as good as when he'd first met her. He let his eyes wonder over to the side of her to see who she was talking to. He did a double take.)

Well, I'll be DOUBLE damned!

(The man she was talking to was non-other than the same fellow who'd ordered those items from his shop and had him deliver that rifle to Sanis. One of Sasseeri's henchmen.)

(Clive shook his head, then took another swig of his beer. Such a large city on an even larger planet, and he ended up in a bar with faces he'd just recently met.)

[Jole Zakath]

Jole was mighty glad he'd sat down, for otherwise his knees would have given away under him when she smiled. Oh man, this was unbelievable - she was definately the hottest thing on two legs he'd come across in a long while!

Almost drooling, he watched her, mesmerized, as she opened her mouth to speak, but he didn't hear anything. All he could take in at the moment were the red moistness of her lips, and the perfect row of white teeth that showed as she smiled.

She was frackin' damn perfect!

Finally he realised that she was trying to ask him something, and he came out of the daze with a shake of his head, just in time to hear her ask something about his friends. What friends???

"Huh? Ah..er...what?"

Then he followed those damned blue eyes of her into the direction she was looking, and saw Morgan and Sanis, the latter just walking off with the Twi'lek girl.

Where the frack is the boss???

He turned back to the stunner next to him, and smiled lop-sidedly. No harm in telling her, was there? Girl like that, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd be some weird chick sent by some other org... nah - no frackin way!

He sent caution to hell.

"'s no frien'sh, really. Jusht shome people ah'm keepin an eye on," - he winked at her - "if you catshh my drift."

Then he pointed at Sanis who was just about to vanish into the other part of the building. Jole was a little worried that maybe Sanis had gone suspicious on him and was now trying on some trick to sneak out, but then again - Sanis didn't look in a fit state enough to even unbutton his pants, so the chance of him actually trying something nasty was pretty small.

"Shhee tha' guy over dere? He'sh shome guy my bosshh ish intereshted in, sho she hash me lookin ov'r 'im."

During the next ten minutes, he tried his best to keep the little blond vixen next to him happy and smiling with his answers, while in his imagination he was was having her undressed and rather roughly tied to a bed ... and then he would slowly start from the bottom of her cute feet, upwards, exploring every centimeter of her with his tongue, and---

FRACK!

His glassy, unfocused eyes fastened on the newcomer who had just stepped through the door. That was- that was- that was the guy from that weapons store!!!

Jole's natural reflexes finaly took over. Shaking off the daze he had let himself fall under, discarding all the dirty little images his mind had managed to dredge up about the woman next to him, his thoughts cleared enough to make him momentarily realise what he had to loose if that shop guy was to recognise him.

He had to be dealt with - and before Sasseeri could arrive.

[Eluna Thals]

(Oh yes. If anything, this handsome drunkard was proving quite the source of information. She didn't even put on much of a squeeze to get him to talk. In a way, that disappointed her. At least that way, she could write it all off as "business procedure". Oh well. At any rate, he was going to be quite useful to her, maybe in more ways than one.

Smiling curiously, Eluna tilted her head a small degree.)

Oh, you're keeping an eye on him?

(Eluna fought the urge to chuckle.)

That sounds exciting. So, are you an undercover policeman or a gangster or something? Wow, I've never met one before.

(Eluna imagined General Tondry would be most interested in any other parties attempting to track Sanis down. It seemed he was quite the wanted man, indeed.)

[Morgan Evanar]

It felt... weird. The whole damn thing was starting to feel really weird.

Somone has been watching us. Well, Sanis rather. It hadn't been of concern before. Why was it bothering me now? Something is going to happen, or I'll eat my lightsaber.

This new fellow seemed to be familiar, in some sense, with all the characters involved. Seemed he had some sort of buissiness dealing with Sanis, and had at least talked to the drunkard Jole and that knockout blonde.

"Ale, please." The bartender nodded and poured Morgan a large glass. He sipped quietly, wondering what other insanity the night would bring.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Miserable weather. If there was any place she wanted to be less right now, then it was this soggy planet. Why did it always have to rain? She had thought the monsoon seasons on her own home planet were bad, but this? This was much worse. And dodging lightning bolts all the way from the cab to the door wasn't her kind of thing either.

The things she did for Sanis Prent!

Sasseeri paused in the doorway, shook the rain out of her hair, and took in the tableau before her before anyone had a chance to see her.

Apparently, half of Coruscant's underworld was congregated here, along with a couple of other shady people.

A belligerent drunk at the bar was in the process of falling down his chair, being held up only by a one-eyed tall human who looked as if someone had rammed a broom down his spine and forced him to stay upright all his life. On the other side of the drunk, a rather bedraggled human sat leaning backwards away from the other two, nursing a glass of what might have been ale, but the colour didn't look all too safe a bet on that.

Hold it! That was Sanis!!! The drunk was Sanis Prent!

Now several things started to come together in her mind. She didn't know the guy hugging the ale glass, but One-Eye looked like Clive Jerrard, the weapons dealer the Sector Rangers were so determined to bring under their protection.

What was he doing here???

And where where in kriffing space was Jole Zakath???

It was then that Sasseeri's eyes roamed over the rest of the bar, and they came to rest rather unmercilessly on an employee of hers who possibly looked even drunker than Sanis, and alternately kept a glassy-eyes stare on the group at the bar and the woman at his side.

The woman... I've seen her somewhere before but I can't remember where that was exactly. She's something... something unpleasant.

Anger welled up in her at the sight of her most trusted employee drooling over this woman. There was no telling what the fool might have done - or might still do.

Yet she had no other choice than to let it rest for now. She couldn't possibly compromise hers and Zakath's relationship to one another with Sanis - not that she thought he was in any fit state to notice something like that, but it was better if she didn't give him any additional clues.

She walked in.

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis turned to the sound of an opening door. Coming in from the rain was a person whom Sanis recognized, albeit through blurred vision. Blinking slightly, Sanis began to make out the image a little clearer.)

Sasseeri?

(By now, Sanis had lost all conjecture over his judgment capacity. He wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that the Sector Rangers businesswoman had come to the bar. Hell...as Sanis turned his head, it seemed like just about everybody was here to talk to him. Coruscant was a big place, but still it seemed like a small world.

As Sasseeri came through the doorway. Sanis sat, smiled, and tried to look as nearly-sober as he could.)

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

She risked a grim stare at Zakath, whose expression froze on his face into a panicked mask of fear as he met her eyes. Well, maybe not all was lost with him. There was something written into those eyes of him that spoke of at least a marginal amount of intelligence left in him.

No use worrying about it now.

Sasseeri walked over to where Sanis was sitting, and quickly slid her arm around his back before he could make any attempt at getting away from it. Then she kissed him on the cheek. With that smell of alcohol coming off him, there was no way she was going to kiss him anywhere else, until he had at least freshened himself up a bit.

Her nose twitched.

The stench was unbearable. She had to get out of here. Had to get him out of the grasp of these two - they were probably the reason he was in such a state.

She had often observed that it was a strange human custom for males of the species (for almost any other species as well, actually) that their interpretation of the word "entertainment" usually meant gathering in large rowdy groups drinking enormous quantities of alcohol and generally making fools of themselves.

Well, of course she had observed that - she was making rather good money from it, in actual fact, with some of the establishments in her organisation.

Swallowing her disgust at the smell, she smiled at Sanis with gritted teeth.

"Hello sweethearrrt!"

[Clive Jerrard]

(Clive nearly spit out the mouthful of beer he had just swallowed as he saw who was walking through the door. Now what was Sasseeri doing here? Was he in trouble for not following up on the meeting with the Sector Rangers? He frowned. That couldn't be it. He'd only just received the notice. While he mulled over this, he watched with an amused smile as Henchman froze on seeing Sasseeri enter. Yup, the man definitely worked for her, no doubt about it now. He remained sitting in his stool next to Sanis, as she approached the bar. He smiled and nodded his head, not saying anything. She didn't look happy being here, but that didn't stop her from coming in and putting an arm around Sanis. The eyebrow over his good eye raised slightly as she kissed Sanis on the cheek. Well, well, well... Sanis did have dealings with this woman; probably more than he was letting on. He drank some beer again, watching Sasseeri and Sanis, and Henchman and Blue-eyes. All these people he could identify. Talk about entertainment in the least of places expected.)

(He looked at his chrono. Speaking of people he could identify, where the frack was Raunkks? He should have been here by now.)