Ahsoka was seething as she wandered the dank streets of Coruscant's underbelly. She was tired. Tired of being treated like a child. Tired of her master telling her no, then turning around and making the same mistakes. Tired of clones switching to hushed tones when she walked in on them talking of things they deemed too "adult" for her youngling ears.

She snuck out of the temple once everyone had retired to their chambers. Her plan was to simply get some fresh air, but next thing she knew she had "borrowed" a speeder and was slowly descending into the stale, dark underworld. She had visited it barely a month prior with Master Plo when they were trying to track down those bounty hunters… she even remembered how to get to a few of the seedy clubs they had visited on their search.

Maybe she could get someone to buy her a drink. Maybe she could listen to some thumping music and drown out her thoughts. Maybe she could just be anonymous for a little while and get lost in the haze. She entered the first bar she came too, squinting her eyes to adjust to the flashing atmosphere. She scanned the room discretely and landed upon a familiar set of large, red eyes peering out at her through the smoke. The eyes stared back at her with instant recognition. So much for being anonymous. "You've got to be kidding me," she laughed to herself under her breath. She decided she was going to let herself have a bit of fun. Perhaps that would scratch the itch she found herself with this evening.

Cad Bane sat alone in a booth at the back of the club. He had just finished a relatively easy job, but told himself it was only easy because he was so good. In the care of a lesser bounty hunter, it could have easily gotten out of hand. To reward himself for yet another job well done, he ventured down to the bar nearest his current motel room. The music was awful and the crowd that night was a motley mix of characters… practically all male. But no matter, it wasn't about to stop him from the drink he so greatly deserved.

As he sipped his ale, a petite Togrutan silhouette appeared in the entranceway. He gazed from beneath his hat, thinking to himself that it was about time someone arrived for him to play with. As the woman came into focus though, he realized she was quite young… and familiar. "The Jedi?" he thought to himself quite intrigued. And much to his surprise, she was walking straight for him. He gave a predatory smile, curious how this would play out.

"Buy you a drink, cowboy?" Ahsoka asked Bane coyly, as if trying to play a part she had seen on a holovid. She tried to lean seductively on a nearby chair, but missed it entirely and stumbled awkwardly. Bane shot out a hand to catch her, maintaining his eerie eye contact the entire time. Ahsoka blushed. "Stupid stupid stupid" she beat herself up mentally.

"Why, dat wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, now would it dear? How's about you take a seat here and I buy you the drink?" he patted the cushion next to him with long, blue fingers.

She flashed a smile and stiffly sat next to him. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. Bane hailed the waitress over and held up two fingers, ordering two of something completely foreign to Ahsoka. She was terribly intimidated and couldn't begin to understand what had gotten into her to drive her to seek out such a dangerous scenario. But, she was also intrigued, and knew there was no turning back now.

The drinks arrived and Bane reached for them, placing them on the table. Ahsoka reached for one of the glasses full of a deep red liquid. She jumped as she wrapped her small warm fingers around it, realizing that he had never removed his hand from the glass. She looked with wide eyes at her hand, holding his hand, holding her glass, which he then slid over to her. She blushed and he flashed a wide grin, bearing sharpened teeth.

"Drink up" he crooned, removing his hand from her grasp only to tip his hat in her direction.

She took a timid sip, and to her surprise found the liquid rather smooth, and sweet. She then proceeded to drink the entire glass in a few rushed gulps. She could already feel its effects, as subtle warmth began to creep throughout her small frame.

"You like dat?" he smirked, "it's not too strong". He laughed quietly, sending shivers up her spine. "So tell me, what brings an honorable thing like you to a slummy place like dis?"

"I was thirsty," she said flatly, fidgeting with her skirt, which suddenly felt way too short.

"Perhaps, but it doesn't add up. If the Jedi were trying to lure me into a trap, or get information from me, I can't imagine they would send... you, if seduction was a part of the plan." Ahsoka sneered. He continued, "So, what is it is that you want, youngling?" His sanguine eyes looked her up and down curiously.

"I want..." she smiled sweetly, "another drink."

Three drinks later Ahsoka was leaning on Bane, telling an animated story about the time she and a fellow padawan were nearly turned into zombies by braaaain worms. He just listened to her silently, smirking and licking his lips. Her story came to an end with a loud hiccup. She giggled and turned to look at her companion. Their faces were a mere few inches away and she could feel his spicy breath on her face. She blinked trying to focus her eyes on his face, but was having an increasingly hard time focusing on anything.

Bane felt his core growing hot as he breathed deeply... but knew this was an endeavor that would likely prove fruitless. Drunk and naive as she was, she was still a Jedi and he knew the chances of this ending with the satisfaction he sought were unlikely. It had certainly been an entertaining evening, watching the girl grow more comfortable and inch closer and closer to him, but it was time to cut his loses before he lost all self control and caused some serious trouble.

Just as Ahsoka started to close her eyes and lean her mouth towards his, he stood up, causing her to fall forward when she suddenly found the space he had occupied empty. She blinked with confusion as Bane gave a deep laugh. "Listen youngling, it's been fun, but I really must be heading back. It's been a... long day..." He brushed off his coat and dropped a few credits on the table as a tip for the waitress.

She was stunned. Was he blowing her off? How dare he! She needed... what? What was it that she needed? Her predatory Togrutan instincts were showing their true colors, enhanced by the copious amounts of alcohol she had been fed. There was no way she could just let him leave. She needed... him.

Bane saw the sudden change of expression, the look of hunger in her large, blue eyes. He smiled at her and held out his arm, "Unless... you'd like to come with me?"

Ahsoka beamed. She leapt from the booth, struggling to look sexy while praying she didn't loose her balance. Hooking her thin arm in his, she looked up and grinned. Bane knew this was likely a terrible idea. It wasn't exactly wise to show a Jedi his current whereabouts. But, as the young girl's delicate orange fingers started absent-mindedly toying with his various buckles and belts, he knew there was no way he could stop this now. It was just too... much... fun.

Besides, he could always switch motels in the morning...