Atton had developed quite a nice buzz, maybe he shouldn't have drunk those last two glasses but...all in all it was becoming quite a nice evening. It was evening wasn't it? It was impossible to tell in the Coruscant lower reaches...especially when you hadn't left the cantina for a...few hours?

Sitting by the counter he had a good view of the dozens of displayed beverages at the bar. He hadn't tried all of them yet...maybe he should? Though he wasn't sure he dared to ask the trandoshan bartender a few feet to his left, the lizard had been giving him ugly looks for a while now, probably doubting Atton's ability to pay. Or maybe he disliked him for his looks...an already ugly trandoshan with a cut across his face would...

Most of the clientèle was busy playing pazaak by the tables behind him, a few rickety looking droids serving them drinks. While they all had the tough look of workers and thugs, and Atton had played quite a lot of credits out of them, he wasn't worried about them. The cantina was quite respected for its ability to keep the peace and Atton knew most were aware of who he was...none would try shooting him in the back here.

Not that he couldn't quite bother to think about that...Atton's attention was focused on the wonderful lady to his right. Running a hand up a bare green arm Atton smiled at the twi'lek practically exuding lust, he had forgotten her name a few hours ago...but he had a feeling it didn't matter that much. She had already seen him win a few deals of cards and stop a robbery with all the dazzle of a true hero...sure most of her lust was for the fame, but who was he to deny her such an opportunity?

He chuckled at his own thoughts. Sure, his argument had nothing to do with the way she was practically shoving her chest into his face or the dainty hand in his back pocket...or that surprisingly erotic lekku laid to rest over his shoulders. "You know, you and I have not yet played a game of pazaak..." Atton grinned at the surprised look crossing the twi'lek's face before he added: "...and it was a long time since I last played a hand with Nar Shaddaa rules."

The surprised look was turned into a pleased one as the woman leant closer, hot breath brushing Atton's lips and blue eyes alight. Her voice was but a hushed whisper. "That sounds lovely..." Her other hand came to rest on his knee as the one in his pocket gave him a squeeze. "Should we head for your temple?"

He hesitated for a moment. The woman was clearly only interested in his fame, and to risk someone running around in the temple was bad, not to mention that he could probably pick up another chick within the hour if he wanted to. And there was of course the problem with Mira...

Not letting the little stab of guilt show he managed a smile. "Actually I was thinking of getting a little private area in the area." He quickly noticed the disappointment in his little courtier and quickly added: "It would be faster...and we would have some time to play with my lightsaber."

The disappointment was instantly turned into delight. "Oh really? Figuratively speaking or...?" The hand went a little further up, sending a thrill down Atton's spine despite his dulled senses.

"Well I..."

"There you are!" Atton groaned as he recognised the voice interrupting his little fun. Turning his head he found a flustered looking Mira stop a few feet away, her eyes afire with anger. "What in the name of the force are you doing!?"

"Having a drink...and some fun." Atton replied, wrapping an arm around his twi'lek fan and drawing a giggle from her as she huddled closer.

Mira's face visibly paled. "Of all the...we're supposed to be working! We're supposed to be helping people! Not getting drunk and passing out in the gutter! And I remember Olmark telling you not to get down here!"

"Hey. I have been working. I've stopped more then a dozen robberies...not to mention murder attempts and some silly healing work..." Atton counted off, feeling the growing desire of the twi'lek in stark contrast of the irritation oozing out of Mira. "Now I'm relaxing with a few drinks, a few games and some company who's actually nice to me." He leered at the woman clutched to his side, drawing a smile from her.

"You're drunk."

"Wow, perceptive. I'm also happy and relaxed, you should try it someday."

Mira growled in irritation. "You're an easy target here, all the more so by the state you're in...you're even drooling!"

"There's a reason for that." The Twi'lek giggled, the compliment was more aimed to anger Mira though, Atton already predicting his efforts were for naught...the annoying bounty huntress would allow no fun. Damn territorial little...why did she even care!? Shouldn't she be happy that he was out of her hair? Heck he wasn't even teasing her with her making him betray the exile...he was the good guy this time dammit! He should be allowed some fun...

"I can't leave you here, Mical would have by hide if anything happened to you."

Atton shook his head in anger, slipping a little in his chair but quickly regaining his balance by pawing at the twi'lek, much to her delight. "Well that's too bad because I'm not moving."

"Okay that's it." Atton yelped in surprise as a pair of fingers, ending in very sharp nails, grabbed a hold of his ear. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not." Atton slipped off the chair at the pull, an odd fear of having his ear pulled off entering his mind. "And you you hussy...you already got all the credits he has so buzz off."

"She what!?" Atton staggered into Mira, only to be roughly shoved back, the grip on his ear didn't relent though and he found himself bending forward in an effort to relieve the pressure as Mira lowered her arm.

Ignoring his squirming and the amused looks they were getting Mira tossed the angry looking bartender a chip. "This should more then cover his tab, toss his ass on the pavement next time he enters though." Atton's face flushed as the trandoshan nodded in consent, a wolfish grin on the creature's face. Where had his twi'lek babe gone...?

"I don't want to..."

"Don't start Atton!" He yelped as the woman pulled at him, forcing him to stumble after her as she headed for the exit. "I swear if you don't remember this tomorrow I'm going to remind you, painfully."

"I'm already in pain!"

**

Mira grimaced at the smell of alcohol washing over her as the cockpit to the speeder was sealed, the machine shuddering as she turned the ignition and pulled the machine in a gentle turn up towards the regular traffic.

The movement was enough to make Atton lurch in his seat though, a disgusting burp escaping him. "Oh...excuse me..." It seemed all energy had been drained out of him the moment he'd met fresh air, and now he lay back against the seat with a pale face.

"No." She snapped, irritation washing over her in waves as memories of watching the twi'lek thief clinging to Atton, the fool oblivious to what she was doing, not to mention that he was wasting his time when he should be doing good work and act like a proper jedi! "I'm still angry with you, you've disgraced our name and would probably have gotten killed and left in a ditch if I haven't shown up...why I even bother is beyond me."

The scoundrel chuckled. "Oh...that's just because you're one of those...good people." He patted her knee like you would a toddler, making her squirm with irritation. "I don't know why you people even bother...but thank you..." He left his hand there, even squeezing her knee a little. She shot him a look, seeing the man leaning his head back, eyes half closed in tiredness. "You're a nice lady."

"Well someone has to be." She shot back, finding herself uncomfortable even as she steered them towards the main traffic line.

"So nice..." The hand trailed up her leg...Mira felt herself stop breathing. "So..." A yawn. "...very nice."

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" Atton truly didn't seem to know what he was doing, at least if one judged by the absent look on his face, blankly staring out into the traffic. His hand was anything but oblivious though, suddenly coming to rest between her legs.

"Remove the hand or lose it!" Mira grunted, feeling her face flush even as she avoided a speeding shuttle flying past them. The hand didn't stop though, surprisingly agile fingers unbuckling her pants despite her wriggling. "I said...ah! Stop it!"

"Eh?"

"The...the..." Mira blushed as she leant forward, head bumping into the controller as she tried to move to meet...no...to get away from the inquisitive hand. "I'm driving here!"

"So?"

"So!? So I can't...oh!" Mira tensed as she almost pulled their speeder into incoming traffic.

"Be careful..."

"Please..." She gripped the controller hard as she slipped down her seat, trying to squirm away. "I...I...please." She gasped, her attempts to get away useless. "I...you're drunk..."

"Please?" Atton was smiling, though he wasn't looking at her, eyes closed as he leant back in his seat.

"St...please!" She couldn't make herself say it! Damn that man! "Force...please!" Another close call, this time she almost flew into the speeder ahead of them as her foot kicked down the gas. "You're not...this isn't..." She felt her tension build under his ministration, her desperation mounted with equal speed as her voice cracked into a squeal. "Please...!"

Then he stopped.

"Huh?" Mira was on the edge, her body tense, her whole being ready for sweet release...no matter how embarrassing it might be. It hadn't come though, the hand in her pants still all of a sudden. Looking over Atton she felt her jaw drop, he was still pale, still resting against his seat, still with his eyes closed...

And asleep!

"I...that's just...oh damn you!" She didn't know whether to pull the hand away, try to finish what he started, awaken him...or alternatively park somewhere to beat the crap out of him. Any way that would remove the tension that had built up really... Breathing out she shook her head at the sleeping man next to her. "Force I hate you..."