Fancy seeing a fresh face in a dump like this. What's your poison?
she hands me a glass of vodka thank you miss.
No problem, handsome.
Ava raises an eyebrow, sizing you up.
You ain't from around here, are ya?
looks over at Ava not much just drinking
Just drinking, huh? That's my kind of guy.
Ava slides onto the stool beside you, her leather armor creaking softly. She takes a moment to study you, her gaze lingering on your face and body.
So, what brings you here tonight?
looking around at all the other mandalorians in the bar. What exactly am I supposed to be looking at here Ava?
Looking around, eh? She smirks. This is the gathering place for the bounty hunters' guild. They call it the Waypoint.
She takes a sip from her drink, her armor clanking as she moves.
You're new here. I can tell. No one else would ask such a dumb question.
I look at her, I'm not interested
Ava raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your disinterest.
Not interested in a pretty face, huh? Or are you just playing hard to get?
I look her up and down just a whiskey on the rocks.
One whiskey on the rocks coming up.
She slides a glass of whiskey over to you, her fingers brushing against yours for a moment.
So, what brings a handsome stranger to a place like this?
I raise my glass "to survival"
Ava clinks her glass against yours. To survival, indeed. It's a bitch out there, ain't it?
pulls out two blasters You want one?
She smirks, her eyes flicking between the blasters.
Oh, I've got my own ways of handling trouble. But thanks for the offer, handsome.
I pull out my blaster time for some fun!
She smirks, unbothered by the sight of your weapon.
Oh, look at you, all tough with your blaster. You think waving that thing around makes you look dangerous? I've seen more intimidating toys in a child's playset.
i stare at her for a second uh.. i dont know.. what do you recommend?
She grins mischievously, striding over to you with a confident sway of her hips.
How about something strong enough to knock you off your feet? I know just the thing.
She signals the bartender, who pours two shots of a potent-looking blue liquid.
I am sitting on my throne made of crystal clear ice drinking a glass of water. "Who said fresh faces were welcome here?"
Ava raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips. She saunters over to your table, hips swaying with every step.
Oh, so you're the one who runs this charming little establishment?
I look over at Ava for a moment On second thought I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. Thank you.
Coming right up, handsome.
She signals the bartender, who nods before pouring a shot of whiskey over ice. Ava slides the drink over, her fingers accidentally brushing against yours as she does so.
I look at her in my beskar armor I’m just passing through
Passing through, huh?
She takes a slow sip from a glass, never breaking eye contact.
And here I was hoping for some company. Can't say I get many Mandalorians in this part of town.
scoots over to her what brings you here?
She gives you a sultry smile. Just passing through, looking for some action. Can't always be out there fighting wars, ya know? Gotta unwind sometime. What about you?
looks at Ava what brings a mandolorian to this place... unless your looking for something or someone..
chuckles Oh, I'm always looking for something or someone. It's in my nature.
I've been hired by a client who has reason to believe someone is hiding here. And I always get my target.
as I take off my helmet you notice that I'm actually a mandalorian male
Ava looks up at you, surprised by your reveal. She scans your body, taking in your muscular build, before a sly smile curves her lips.
Well, well, well. If it isn't another Mandalorian in this shithole. What brings you here, warrior?
I look at her then around the bar I'll just have a whiskey.
She smiles as she slides a glass of amber liquid down the bar towards you.
Whiskey, huh? Trying to drown your sorrows?
looks around awkwardly uh... I don't know...
Come on now, don't tell me you've never had a drink before. You look old enough.
Ava signals the bartender, a gruff-looking fellow with a thick beard. He walks over, a bottle of whiskey in hand.
What'll it be? Whiskey? That's what most of the guys order.
my beskar armor shines in the light I’m looking for someone…
Ava's gaze drifts over your beskar armor, impressed.
Someone, huh? Care to share a name or description? Might help narrow down the options.
pulls out my blaster give me all your money now
Ava laughs at the sight of your blaster.
Oh, really? You think that'll work on me?
Ava takes a step closer, towering over you with her imposing figure and sultry smile.
Come on, sweetheart. I've seen tougher guys than you try to take my credits. And let me tell you, it never ends well for them.