Poe Dameron had never seen so many bright lights, fast cars, and tall buildings. There were races and creatures of all different sorts walking the streets, different languages and cacophonies bombarding his ears. It was brilliant, but he knew he'd hate to live somewhere like this. One wrong turn and he felt as though he'd be lost forever. He had gotten a room in a pretty central hotel and scouted out some of the places the General had suggested he look for this field agent. No luck yet. It was infuriating to not know what this guy looked like. All he had was a name and a small collection of parks, libraries, and one restaurant. This was perhaps the strangest mission he had been on.
He tossed and turned in his bed on the third night of being stuck on Coruscant. He was thinking about everything that had happened. His capture. His torture. His escape. His trek back to base. Finn. He was really worried about this guy. He was genuinely starting to question whether or not he had a crush on the guy or something. He knew it wasn't a good idea. He could see that Finn was head over heels for Rey. She sure was something, in fairness. It was far too warm on this damned planet to sleep. He got out of bed, thoughts of Finn and Rey still swimming in his mind. He dressed himself in the lightest clothes he could lay his hand to. Still threw on his leather jacket though. He had to keep some part of himself recognisable. He realised that in all the time he'd been here he had been seeing the sights, but hadn't been to a single bar.
Poe hit the streets. He liked Coruscant better at night. He felt that it had more soul in the dark. The real characters came out to play when the sun went down. There was no way to know what was going to happen. You might get mugged, you might insult the ruler of a nearby planet and be arrested. It was exciting. Sometimes he liked a bit of unpredictability. He looked in at a few bars as he passed them. They all seemed just a little bit too plastic for him. Too techno. And the drinks they served? Absolute swill. It had been so long since he'd blown off steam. He was going to drink his favourite beer, he was going to talk to people (maybe), he was going to have a nice time. He passed by a slightly darker, less glitzy bar. The music was good and their beer wasn't crap. They actually had that hard to find stuff that he loved so much. He pushed inside the door. The place was nicely packed with people. Not too crowded, but there was a good buzz going. His mood picked up, and he didn't feel so dog tired.
He sat up at the bar, ordered a bottle of beer and sat back to observe his surroundings. People were dancing and talking, flirting, and having a good time. It put a smile on his face. There were some beautiful people here. Some rough characters too. He watched them dance, fascinated. He wasn't much of a dancer. It would take him many a beer before he even considered that. He was taking a swig out of his bottle of fancy beer when he caught the eye of a tall, white haired woman. She was young, probably a little younger than him. He couldn't see much of her face, she was halfway across the bar. But her hair was past her shoulders, she stood proud and gorgeous, and she was looking right at him. He felt a flush of heat on the back of his neck. Were he not on this planet for business… He turned back around and stared at his beer, trying to read the ingredients and not think about that woman. It felt even more warm all of a sudden. He felt himself breaking out into a bit of a sweat. A new song came on. A deep, throbbing beat. Primal. This was not helpful.
"Haven't seen you in here before." A feminine seductive voice. Wonderful. She didn't even have to try. He could tell. He turned around to face the white haired woman. Some of her ivory tresses were braided tightly to the side of her head, the rest flowed free, and somewhat wildly. She wore a tight green dress. The fabric fully covered one of her arms and the other was left entirely bare. She was wearing white heels that were impossibly tall. He couldn't understand how she could even walk on those toothpicks. And then he looked at her face. Sun kissed skin and hazel-brown eyes. There looked to be a wry smile on her soft pink lips. He looked away for a second before giving her a friendly smile.
"Just exploring the neighbourhood." There was no reason to be rude. But he really couldn't do this. He couldn't get tangled up in anything right now. He had a job to do. Dispatched by the General herself. She returned his friendly smile, and for a moment she didn't seem so intimidating. She indicated to the stool next to him, and he nodded. There was no harm in making a friend…