Scene 11 – Not Left Handed

"DARMAS POLLARAN, WHO THE HELL IS THAT?" shrieked a very-obviously-irate female voice.

"My results were less than ideal, master," began the C2 unit. "I tried to dissuade this young lady, but she was most insistent. There is no excuse for this failure."

Vacy muttered a curse under her breath as she felt Darmas lifting away. She looked over toward the doorway, where a blue-skinned Twi'lek in a cantina dancer's outfit stood with her hands on her hips. Frowning, Vacy sat up a little bit. There was something about that dancer…

"YOU!" Vacy abruptly hollered, wiggling out from under Darmas and off the couch. "YOU'RE THE BITCH WHO KEPT STEALING MY DRINKS!" Blaster out and ready, she stormed across the room.

The Twi'lek shrieked again, cowering behind the C2 unit, which began to stammer, "Masters, no! I'm not programmed for violence! My circuits won't stand up to this kind of – agh! – treatment."

"STOP HIDING, BITCH, AND LET ME SHOOT YOU!" Vacy yelled, yanking away from Darmas, who'd scrambled up and was trying to pull her back.

"Darmas, save me! She's insane!"

"I don't even know you!" Darmas shouted back. "Vacy – what the hell – quit that!"

Flashy sneezed forth a few shots, but in Vacy's unsteady grip, most of them went wide. A few pinged off the droid's alusteel frame, and it howled further protests. Strong arms wrapped around Vacy, and she found Flashy pinned against her chest. She looked up to see Darmas scowling down at her, and she pouted. "Bitch took my drinks, Darmas. I wasn't done with 'em."

A muscle along Darmas' jaw clenched, and Vacy quivered, but then he snorted and began to laugh. "Seriously, Vacy? Your drinks?"

She pouted even more. "They weren't cheap," she muttered.

By this point the dancer was sobbing behind the droid. "I thought you loved me!" she wailed. "I thought we meant something to each other!"

Vacy sighed and pushed away from Darmas. "I think I need to go get a refill," she grumbled. "I'll leave you alone with… this." She gestured to the weeping Twi'lek crouched on the floor behind the C2 and headed toward the doorway.

As Vacy passed by the droid and the woman, her fingers flexed by her blaster. Her eyes narrowed. "Bitch," she grumbled.

"Whore!" wailed the dancer.

Vacy froze, and then turned on her heel, giving her backside an extra bit of sway as she walked back over to Darmas. One hand slipped around his waist, the other furrowed into his hair as she embraced him slowly, and when she pressed her hips firmly against his, she felt him tense, his arms tightening about her before she pulled away.

"That really wasn't very nice," he murmured.

Vacy winked. "And here I thought you'd like it if I was a bit naughty," she teased just as softly. She raised her voice and added, "Just remember, I haven't finished with you yet, lover."

And only then did she reach down, grab the rucksack, and sashay out the door and down the hall to the elevator.