Oh, she should’ve known this smooth talker would line right up. Not that she’d deny him such pleasures- he had a kissable face. “And here I thought you were just smooth talkin’ me for free drinks.” Auren rolled her eyes, arms wrapping about Solo’s shoulders. She tugs the smuggler forward, planting her lips against that smug grin of his. The inn keep can’t keep her hands to herself, fingers digging into the brown mess of hair on his head with a small hum of delight.
She only hopes he enjoys it too, pulling away with a small nip at his lips. “Luckily my kisses are free too.”
Sweets? Stars this man was trying too hard. But it was working, resulting in another smile as he inched closer, followed by a giggle as she didn’t bother to lean away, rasing a brow in his face. Yes, the coin was able to fool her, but he’d have to work on his fooling skills when it came to his profession. “Right, right. Sure thing, businessman, with a fake credit.” Her eyes roll playfully. She might be young, but she wasn’t too dumb to fall for that.
Auren sits up, hands on her hips at that little wink. “Oh, puh-lease- ain’t you a smooth talker?” As smooth as he was handsome, really. She could appreciate someone with such a coy attitude, though. Reminded her of herself, in a way. He might just ACTUALLY get that kick.
“Well, maybe if you had asked the Hutt nicely, y’know?” She teased playfully, wiggling her nose a the older. The Hutt hadn’t been a problem with her, but she prides herself in being a people- er, a person who’s good with others. Fortunately, that Hutt was no Jabba. “Oh, I am welcome, indeed. As for the Corellian Rum, well-” She bend under the bar, pulling up a full bottle with a satisfied grin. “I might be able to spare a bit for the troubled businessman.”
Home? How sweet….
“It’s Auren, brother.” She grabbed up a couple glasses, pouring them both a decent amount. “And you? I feel I should know the name of the person who nearly died in front of me.”
“Well, I NEVER said what kinda business I was in.” Shoulders shrug, teeth digging into his bottom lip to hide just how wide his smirk had become. A worked hand dramatically clutches at his defined chest, a look of feigned heartbreak twisting his features. “I ain’t nothing but ME, miss. ‘Sides, there’s nothin’ wrong with likin’ a strong woman. Puts us in our rightful place sometimes.” He drawled, elbows leaning against the bar once more.
It was rare to meet someone who could tolerate his antics, let alone seemed to L I K E them. He never thought he’d make this place a frequent stop, what with all the bounty hunters who seemed to be sniffing around. But maybe he’d have to .The REAL test would be to see how she poured a drink. That was always a big deciding factor.
“Nah, I knew the moment I saw the devilish gleam in your eye that you’d help me out. You’re nothin’ but TROUBLE with a nice smile to hide it.” He schmoozed, playfully pounding his hands against the table in a rumbling drum roll before she displayed the heavenly brew.
“A beautiful woman holdin’ a bottle like that?! No wonder y’have regulars ‘round here.” He nodded, SATISFIED when he saw the heaping glass. Oh yeah, she makes a damn good drink. “Nice to meet ya, Auren. I’m Han Solo. Y’may have heard of the Millennium Falcon?? I’m its CAPTAIN.” He stated proudly (well more than he usually could be, if possible). He takes down a few gulps, the fiery brew warming him up even more. “Y’should see her sometime. Prettiest little thing ya ever did see.”
Seems that was handled well, and he even managed to not cause the hutt to throw a tantrum. Which was good- he’d already thrown his tantrum last week. Auren grabbed up the credit as it was tossed, placing it on her apron pocket and continuing her cleaning down the bar, wandering from the two only for a moment, and wandering right back when the other was gone. AS it was said, she is a VERY nose woman, and wanted as many deets as she could get from the older man. Blame it on her age, but she was sucker for adventure and dangerous stories., and people. So this strange man was surely going to fulfill her danger for the day.
She paused at his statement, smile fading as she pulled the credit out and examined it closely. A fake?! Auren narrowed her eyes at the smuggler, tossing it back at him so that it bounced off his chest. “Thanks for that. Guess I deserve it for helping out a lying smuggler, eh?” A smirk, rolling her eyes. Luckily, she wasn’t struggling, else she’d have laughed in his face and kicked him out.
“A drink? You deserve a kick to the rear! Lying like that. And dragging me into it?” She tried to act mad, but broke into a smile anyways. “I’ve gotta say, I see a lot of things in this place, but- that was pretty entertaining. Especially your face when I played along. You looked terrified and amused… I guess I can give ya a cheap drink… What’ll it be, smuggler?”
Forged INNOCENCE knits his brows, calloused hand moving to rest against his chest once the sham of a credit bounced off him. “No need to get excited, sweets. I’m just trying to make a livin’. It’s pretty real lookin’, don’tcha think??” His defined chin resting on his palm, he leans against he bar, inching closer to the other as he continues to schmooze(or at least attempt to). “‘Sides, I ain’t a smuggler.” The line even sounded like a lie to him. “I’m a businessman. There’s a difference.”
Han couldn’t help but smirk back, confidence oozing from every inch of him. “A kick, huh?? Only if it’s from YOU, I might actually like it then.” A cheeky w i n k, he leans back in his seat, feeling at home, finally at peace. He still had to scavenge the credits from somewhere, but things tended to work out of the male. He could always run still.
“Well someone had to help me out. The hutt sure ain’t gonna do it.” He muttered, eyeing them suspiciously from the corner of his eyes. He didn’t get along too well with the breed, Jabba was always after him about something. “So you’re welcome then.” And the arrogance continues … of course. “Got any Corellian Rum on ya?? You takin’ care of me so much, I’m begginin’ to think I’m home.” He mused, his crooked smirk only widening.
“But just who are ya, sister?? It’s only right I know the name of the woman who saved my life.”
Oh she had been one NOSY inn keep, making sure to stay just within earshot of the two. She couldn’t possibly count how many times bounty hunters had made their way to her small inn on the outskirts of the galaxy. Nor could she count the times a smuggler had too. But this was surely a stand out moment.
Now violence wasn’t tolerated in here, but- seems the man had a way with words. Still, she kept on high alert, cleaning a cup or two, setting them below the bar, and wandering a bit closer to hear a bit more of this interesting conversation.
Dragging her along was certainly a surprise for the plump woman, her brows raised as her emerald gaze met his, lips pursed with surprise. Sweetheart? Shipment? It took a moment for the lightbulb to go off, and she let out a long drawn. “Ooooooooh-” and caught herself, dragging the o’s a bit further into-
“—Oooof course! Yes, yes-” began she, setting the rag down to drag over the bar’s counter top, head nodding rapidly as her curls bounced against her shoulders. “Yes, he was bragging all morning about this shipment. Couldn’t get him to stop. Kept on about how it was just such a big BIG shipment. You know, he even promised me a big ol’tip just to prove his point!” Auren smiles, resting her hands on her hips confidently.
The SILENCE was deafening. If she took any longer his head was bound to be cut off and put on display for all to see. Han had owed this guy for a long, L O N G time. The smuggler had managed to keep out of sight, place hidden traps for the other to follow. But like always, it bit him in the ass eventually. Now Han would have to pay him back (at least part of it) just so he could keep on running.
Han was thankful that she had caught on, but the WAY she handled it made him cringe. Sometimes, especially with guys like this … who had blasters and large fists, few words were better than a whole SOLILOQUY. He smiled anyways, his usual cocky demeanor changing the way he stood, the gleam in his eye would do Chewie proud.
“See, boss?? All’s well. No need to be threaten’ me and all these fine peo– beings.” He altered, the hutt from across the inn glaring their way. Han was all about the show, the distractions and lies that could make people fawn all over his words. He drew out a shiny, golden, counterfeit credit from his pocket, letting it flash in the dim light as he waved it back and forth, passing it to the woman at the bar. “You’ll be gettin’ your payment, a little extra to, for your patience. I p r o m i s e.” He mused, jaw clenched as the other stood close, muttering threats in Ubese before sinking off. One thing was certain, Han Solo could very much be a dead man, the bounty hunter wasn’t going to forget any time soon.
Which was why, at the very least, Han wanted to enjoy a few more good moments. He let out a sigh, eyes finally able to land on the other fully. “Y’might want to not go spendin’ that just anywhere, sweetheart – if it gets in the wrong hands they’ll wring your neck for it.” He shrugged, his usual crooked smirk curling up his lips. “Don’t y’think a man who’s been put in as much trouble as I just have deserves a drink??”
Han stared the bounty hunter down, a look of feignedinnocence altering his features. Anyone who knew him would know better than to believe it for a second, but sometimes it worked. He’s hoping it would now.
“Listen, pal. I’ll getcha your credits But you killin’ me ain’t gonna bring it to ya any faster.”
He cocked a brow as his hands raised to show he wasn’t going to try anything. Yeah, R I G H T. The smuggler always had a plan. There was a blaster up his sleeve, ready to be slipped out just in case. Survival was always his focus, and he took it day by day. He wasn’t a planner, nor could he be. A life on the run meant everyday was different.
“I was just tellin’ this sweetheart over here how I’ve got a big shipment comin’ in. It’s bound to be profitable.” He added, glancing across his shoulder to the woman at the bar. He hadn’t spoken one word to her, but his fiery hazel hues almost begged for her to play along.
