Log:Deeply Confused Twi'leks
Deeply Confused Twi'leks
OOC Date: September 11, 2019
Location: Emerald Club
Participants: Lorana Adella, Coh'Xeeth,
It's a busy day at the club and it's heaving with people. Sat at the bar in her Waywards armour is Lorana, who's resting her chin in one hand with the other hand tapping a glass with a fizzy orange drink in.
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There was a brief... issue between the bartender and another customer a short while ago, and the bartender was asked to step away for 'a moment'. That moment was a fair good while ago, and only now does their replacement come. They're... not dressed for bartending. Rather it's a scantly clad Twi'lek who steps behind the bar, looking at the wall of drinks behind her with a slightly intimidated look on her face, tracing one finger across a series of labels for she quickly turns on her heel to face Lorana.
She has a slightly sheepish look on her face. "Hello! Our deepest apologies for any delay, you may rest assurred the previous bartender has been disciplined!" She says, as though this should be reassuring, before she bows deeply, such that her head nearly - but doesn't quite - hit the bar itself, her arms folded across her midsection. "My name is Coh'Xeeth. Please don't hesitate to ask if you have any need of me!"
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There's a sigh and a roll of her eyes as Lorana watches Coh bow, seeing subservient Twi'leks is part of this part of Nar. "Don't worry about it," she says with a wave of a lek. She turns her attention to the sceens, with the occasional glance at Coh.
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Coh'Xeeth simply nods and smiles brightly - chipper as can be - before a sharp whistle brings her attention to another patron, pulling her away for a short while. This obviously isn't her forte, but she's at least been taught to fulfil a number of different roles! At least to the extent that she doesn't totally blow it or spill drinks on anyone. She's always a little too eager to thank people for ordering, though. Comes with the territory one supposes. At any rate the male patrons seem too distracted to mind.
Eventually she gravitates back towards the center of the bar, but her eyes keep gravitating back towards Lorana; specifically staring with curious thoughtfulness at her neck for some odd reason.
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Noticing the staring, Lorana eventually signals Coh over and asks, "What's with the staring? At my neck. I'm used to people staring but the neck is an odd choice," she asks, explaining.
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Coh'Xeeth smiles and approaches Lorana when beckoned, only to recoil slightly with embarrassment when called out, clasping her hands together over her chest. "Oh! I-" She gives a short, sharp bow, sending her lekku flailing very briefly. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize! I just...!" Coh'Xeeth smiles brightly and, with one hundred percent sincerity and zero irony, says, "I just think it's great that your Master trusts you enough to let you out without a collar!"
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"My ma-" Lorana says, before stopping and rubbing the bridge of her nose, lekku shifting position. Looking back up at the other Twi'lek, she says kindly, "Honey.....I'm not, y'know, a slave...."
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Coh'Xeeth blinks once uncomprehendingly, with no change in her expression. A second time, and now she looks confused and concerned. A third and now she's embarrassed, wringing her hands again. "Oh! I'm so- ah- errr- for-fogive me, Ma'am! I'm very sorry!" Mortified and awkward, she admits - with the same lack of self awareness. "I thought you were a Twi'lek."
Hoo boy, we might need bartender three up here.
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Lorana just peers at Coh, having absolutely no idea how to respond to that. She just sips her drink and tries to formulate a response.
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The silence is absolutely stifling, and Coh'Xeeth starts to squirm a little, perhaps praying to one god or another for something clever to say to fix this; or at least a distraction! But alas, no miracles are forthcoming, and Coh'Xeeth simply smiles awkwardly and asks, "R-refresh your drink?"
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Ignoring the question, Lorana pulls her hood down to show off her lekku and bald head. "Why do you think I'm not a Twi'lek?" she asks, pointedly.
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And right back into dangerous territory for Coh'Xeeth. The poor thing looks like she didn't know there was a test today, and she'll get expelled if she doesn't catch on to what she feels like must be a trick question. Backing away a step and clasping her hand over her opposite wrist low in front of her; fidgeting slightly, she stammers, "Be-... because..." Her lekku flick once, "... you're..." she glances to the side anxiously, "... not a slave?"
Again, no malice or mockery, just raw innocent confusion; with a pinch of anxiety now that she's troubling a customer.
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There's a glance at the lek-flick. There's another sigh. "Coh, honey, there are some of us that aren't slaves," she explains, trying to stay slow and kind.
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Coh'Xeeth's eyes get very big. But it's odd, she's not amazed or excited, necessarily. Her expression seems more like she thinks she heard you wrong, or that maybe she's being pranked. "R-really?" she asks cautiously, "What do they do?"
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Lorana finishes her drink, then taps the lip of the glass for a refill. "Whatever they want," she replies with a smile. "I'm a pilot, for example."
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Coh'Xeeth briefly looks astounded... then seems a little uncomfortable, though her interest seems piqued at least. "That's... wow." She says distractedly, clearly still turning this over in her brain when you tap the glass. An order! Something simple and familiar! Coh'Xeeth somehow seems grateful as she smiles once again and prepares Lorana's drink before gently pouring it into Lorana's glass until it's full again. "You must have seen many things, then." She notes cheerfully, having thought of *something* to say in the brief delay. It's easy when she shifts gears back to 'hospitality mode' for visitors.
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Lorana nods. "Yeah, I guess you could say I have," she says. "You must've met so many people," she replies, trying to throw Coh a bone.
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"Mm-hm!" Coh'Xeeth nodnods affirmatively with cheer. "We entertain many visitors from all over the Galaxy in my Masters' establishments." She says in her slightly stilted manner - almost asthough she's giving some kind of sales pitch, but she's honestly just replying. This environment might have slanted her Basic a little. She tilts her head slightly with a smile, "I've been very fortunate to serve *many* people. They have such interesting stories~"
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There's a roll of the eyes at the speech as Lorana takes the drink and sips. "Yeah, but you'd meet more people outside of the establishments," she adds with a smirk.
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With impressive obliviousness, Coh'Xeeth simply nods and says "That's true!"
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Lorana just chuckles and shakes her head as she drinks her drink and watches one of the screens.
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With the crisis seemingly resolved, Coh'Xeeth is quickly called away to take care of the other bar patrons, though the conversation stays on her mind for a little while. That poor confused customer. Free as a bird, and still thinks she's a Twi'lek!
