Sweaty bodies pressed against Jaron. "You -hic- like bad girls?" An obviously intoxicated woman asked. Her hips swayed to an unhearable tune. "'Cause I got what ever you need right here." Jaron cringed and turned away.
"Diane, must we be here? It's so...rough," He chose his words carefully.
"It's a tavern." She promptly replied. "Have a beer, dance a little, loosen up Jar-Jar."
"Dianna Wolfe, are you drunk?" Jaron used her full name, meaning that he needed her attention. "Don't call me Jar-Jar and how many drinks have you had?"
"Just a few, like seven." Diane laughed. "Jar-Jar, you're being stuck up again." She scolded.
Jaron sighed and looked back at the crowd. 'It smells horrible!' His eyes strayed to a young girl sitting alone at a table. 'She looks normal, I guess.' "Diane, lets go, we really should be on our way." That earned him a sigh as the young bandit stood up.
A while later, they were rummaging through Diane's clothing.
"What's this?" Jaron held up a dark blue glove. "This is mine!"
"Not anymore. I rigged it so," Diane slipped it on to demonstrate. Inch long claws slid out. "I use it for climbing, zipping down lines and attacking." She said. Diane put the other glove on. "They're my favorite pair."
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Sorry for the lack of updates.
"Diane, must we be here? It's so...rough," He chose his words carefully.
"It's a tavern." She promptly replied. "Have a beer, dance a little, loosen up Jar-Jar."
"Dianna Wolfe, are you drunk?" Jaron used her full name, meaning that he needed her attention. "Don't call me Jar-Jar and how many drinks have you had?"
"Just a few, like seven." Diane laughed. "Jar-Jar, you're being stuck up again." She scolded.
Jaron sighed and looked back at the crowd. 'It smells horrible!' His eyes strayed to a young girl sitting alone at a table. 'She looks normal, I guess.' "Diane, lets go, we really should be on our way." That earned him a sigh as the young bandit stood up.
A while later, they were rummaging through Diane's clothing.
"What's this?" Jaron held up a dark blue glove. "This is mine!"
"Not anymore. I rigged it so," Diane slipped it on to demonstrate. Inch long claws slid out. "I use it for climbing, zipping down lines and attacking." She said. Diane put the other glove on. "They're my favorite pair."
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Sorry for the lack of updates.
