WHO: Alema Rar and Obi Wan Kenobi WHAT: A Dingey Demon Bar is no place for a Jedi. Unless he's being noble about it. WHEN: Just past Midnight WHERE: A Demon Bar RATING: TBD but will be some insinuations and flirting. Its Alema, she does that STATUS: In progress
Alema was bored of them, the demons, the creatures other than humans that populated this world. They didn't mind that she was different, they liked her Lekku. Really liked her Lekku.
But they bored her with their stories and their pathetic dreams to fight the heroes that had taken up residence in this battleground of a city. They disgusted her.
"Leave us" she said to the latest one and moved back from the dingy corner toward the bar, but the thing wouldn't take no for an answer. Alema's eyes narrowed and her hand raised to Force choke the male.
And thats when she sensed it. A Force user. Just arrived.
Jaina... Or one of her insuffrable relitives. Maybe her grandfather. Thinking of Anakin made her lekku curl.
She dropped the idiot and made her way back toward the bar. Let the Jedi find her, if they wanted a fight they could have one, and if they didn't maybe this night would have some sport to it after all.
She ordered a strong drink. Something called absinthe. Didn't have the kick of Membrosia, but it would do for now.