Post-Scarif, Cassian and Jyn find there is still trouble to be had in the world.

Hands Off

The bartender was wiping down the counter when he spotted him. Great. Just great. He always hoped this guy wouldn't come in while he was working; he was rarely that fortunate. He didn't even know the guy's name; he always simply thought of him as Baldy, due to his shaven head. At the moment, Baldy had eyes on the woman at the bar. He didn't seem fazed by the guy sitting next to her, even though they were clearly together.

Baldy ordered a drink, in addition to the one he was already drinking, and then moved in her direction with it in hand. Here it comes. Trouble. He had been watching the couple the past quarter of an hour. He didn't think the lady was going to be receptive. And the man…well, he sure as hell wouldn't attempt to cut in on this guy's woman. There was a hardness in the fellow's eyes that he had seen before, something that warned of danger.

Baldy slid the drink in front of her from her right. "Always happy to buy a drink for a pretty little thing like you."

"I have a drink," she replied, ignoring him.

"Hey, hey, sweetie! Looker like you is just what I've been wanting to brighten up my night. What say we get out of here and find someplace more…private. I'll show you a few moves you're sure to like." He reached out and stroked his hand familiarly up and down the woman's back, either not noticing or ignoring how she tensed up.

"I don't think so," she hissed quietly.

The bartender had turned to wash some glasses, but used the mirror to watch things play out behind him. In case he needed to get out of the way quickly. Considering the look that had appeared on the woman's face, perhaps her companion wasn't the one Baldy should be worried about.

"Oh, sweet cheeks, don't play hard to get. You know you want it, and I got it in abundance, baby!" He grabbed her ass, and the woman slammed her glass down on the counter.

Before it could go any further, her companion looked over at the interloper from her other side and said firmly, "The lady isn't interested. Find someone else."

"You stay out of it, pretty boy. Just 'cause she ain't interested in your scrawny bones, doesn't mean she doesn't want a real man, right dumplin'?" Baldy leaned in as if to kiss her, but she abruptly raised her glass to take a drink, blocking his move.

The man shrugged his shoulders in resignation. "I'll wait for you by the door. Don't take long. We need to go."

That was curious – he was just going to walk away and leave her on her own with Baldy? Maybe he was more right than he knew thinking she could handle herself, but he had expected her companion to make more of an objection than that.

The oaf foisting himself on her gave her departing companion a perplexed look as he stood, but clearly wasn't sorry to see the competition leave and let him get on with it.

However, the man paused and eyed the Rodian to his left before he moved away, then said quietly, "You're going to want to move."

The warning was unnecessary. Obviously the Rodian had already correctly sized up the situation, and rose without question, going to sit at a table some distance away from the bar. The man continued to weave his way to the door and leaned against the wall there.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up. The bartender abruptly decided it might be best if he did some things farther down the length of the bar.

"Now then, beautiful," Baldy said, "since we got rid of pretty boy, let's get back to that discussion we were having before he interrupted." He reached for her, a leer sliding over his face as he imagined what was to come.

In one quick motion, the woman was on her feet and smashed her elbow to Baldy's face, breaking his nose and causing blood to spurt down his front. He let out a howl, but a knee to the groin soon followed and then she smashed his head into the bar top. Stepping away from him, she let his body slither to the floor, where he lay moaning.

She glanced at the bar and picked up the drink he had given her, then dumped it on his face. "Thanks for the drink. End of discussion."

The bartender slowly made his way back in that direction. Guess he had some cleaning up to do, but kriff that was beautiful!

She tossed a couple of coins to him. "Sorry about that. Hope that will cover the damage."

He just grinned, rubbing the coins between his fingers. "Hey, even if it's not, it was worth it just to see the show." He gave her a respectful nod as she moved away to join the man waiting for her.

He moved slowly in that direction himself, needing to get rags to clean up the blood. Besides, he was curious about these two. He overheard their conversation as they stepped to the door.

"You could have helped," she muttered.

"No, no, I wouldn't dream of spoiling your fun," he chuckled.

The bartender shook his head. Quite the pair, and more entertainment than he'd had in a long while.