Talking to this beautiful woman for a few minutes made it perfectly evident that she was exceptionally charming, smart, funny, and truly interesting. Her conversation was intelligent and poignant. Memorable. He was more transfixed by her talk than by her stunning good looks. Poe was well and truly charmed. Mission be damned. He wasn't saying anything against this. Poe would take anything that was coming his way.
"And that, my friend, is why you shouldn't trust a Gungan with their head tilted to the right!" He laughed at the end of her hilarious anecdote. He still had yet to learn her name, but somehow that seemed like such a minor detail. She was vibrant and confident, and that was all that seemed to matter. She had been telling him funny stories as her work as an ambassador for some planet he had never heard of. She was cultured and knowledgeable about the cultures and politics of so many peoples and planets.
"So tell me… What is it you do, dark, and handsome?" She stirred the straw around in her fruity drink, her elbow propped on the bar, resting her head on her hand. Poe gave a dazzling smile at her compliment. Everybody liked to be told they were attractive. Especially by other attractive people.
"I'm a commercial pilot. Just bringing passengers from A to B." He couldn't tell a stranger on Coruscant that he was a Resistance pilot, who battled for the freedom of the galaxy. He certainly couldn't say he was the best pilot of said resistance. It sounded sexy, but it was dangerous and sensitive information. Regardless, she looked impressed.
"A pilot? You must get to see all kinds of beautiful places." There was a note of longing in her voice that matched the look on her face.
"I like it okay. Get to work with a great team. See some interesting things. Fly some beautiful vessels. The uniform ain't half bad either." She gave a small breathy laugh. He'd heard a laugh just like it somewhere before, but he couldn't think where. He liked it though. He liked that there was something familiar about the woman. "There's nothing quite like being out there among the stars. No planets nearby. Just stars and the great dark. It's peaceful. Beautiful. Bigger than all of us." He gazed up into her eyes. He liked them. They were warm and welcoming. Everything about her was welcoming. Soft. Tempting.
They stared at each other for a time, neither of them saying a word, for a time. The music filled in the silence between them. It was pleasant. Just to be able to sit and talk with a beautiful woman. Just to be able to say nothing for once. To not be looking over his shoulder. He felt her hand on the side of his face, saw her getting closer. He had a mission. He couldn't get entangled. She was going to kiss him. He shouldn't let her. But he was powerless to stop her. He wanted this. He wanted a break from being starfighter, x-wing pilot Poe Dameron. He just wanted to be a guy in a bar who got to kiss a beautiful girl and maybe take her home. Her lips brushed his and he responded eagerly. Mission be damned. He'd get to it. He felt her sigh against his lips. This woman knew exactly what she was doing. She sat back a little, and gave him a cheeky smile.
"Hope you don't mind, but I've wanted to do that since I saw you." He felt the flush on the back of his neck again, and gave a little embarrassed laugh. "I don't suppose you want to come back to mine…" she said quietly. He had suspected that was how this conversation would end. Now he was at a point of no return.
"Why not?" He finished the last of his beer and stood up with her. She stepped in closer and kissed him more passionately this time. He felt himself moan at the back of his throat. Her hands were in his hair, her beautiful body was against his. He felt now that there absolutely no decision to be made. There was no way he could have said no to her. Technically, of course he could. But he really didn't want to.
She took him by the hand and guided him out of the bar. He wasn't really paying attention to where they were going. She kept glancing back at him with a beautiful smile. She seemed excited to him. Poe couldn't help but take that as an ego boost. Before long she was pulling him into a very posh looking corridor. Had he been picked up by a rich girl? The building she had brought him into looked to be very old-school aristocratic. Gold enamelling, white marble, actual flowers in fancy vases, probably antique. She pulled him on through the building, up a stairs and into an apartment. Once the door had closed behind him in the dark apartment, she let go of his hand and disappeared into the darkness. When the lights flickered on, she had a blaster in her hand. He didn't even have a second to take in his lush surroundings. His own hand twitched towards his hip to reach for his own blaster. It wasn't there. Of course it wasn't. He couldn't openly carry on a planet like Coruscant. He had been duped by a pretty face. He should have stuck to his original guns and not gotten entangled.
"So. Poe Dameron, I assume, yes? My name is Dara Varana and I'd like to know just who sent you." Things had just gotten a lot more interesting.