Birth of the Cool (Evie Choi)

[Evie Choi]

Evie smiled and let out a light laugh. Was he serious? He wasn't going to want any credits for the work he had done? Sure it had been quick, but not even she could have made her car sound that clear, perfected, and smooth.

"Come on, Yousei! You are putting me on!" She smiled, a bit more than she had intended to. Okay this was definitely going to be a pity to harm him. She wondered if she was getting soft. Slacking off. Doing a bad job. Or perhaps she just wasn't one to kill anymore without good reason. Evie laughed again and shrugged her shoulders and figured she could just gie in for a while.

"Okay! Let us go then." Evie wasn't sure what seh was doing, but no matter what thoughts she was thinking her night was getting better than she had expected.

[Za'in]

A snap, and the droid was heading up stairs. Blasting off into the distance, Yousei watched once more with amusement. Over the last few months the droids had become kin, at least in a way, and words were unnecessary for certain task. So, before Yousei knew it the droid was back down stairs with his pack and the pointy-ear sentient was ready to go.

Heading over to the passenger seat, he observed the masterpiece elegance with a tainted eye. An unfamiliar tingle rammed through his nerves as he readied his legs for a swift leap. Rarely did he find himself in the passenger seat of any car, and it was least likely to even be with a girl this late at night. Instead he had clustered his time with holobooks, vids and other forms of worthlessness. Although he had gathered info about the world around him, he did not find the time to experience it.

He liked the new feeling, and all he could do to show it was smile.

Jumping in, he felt the comfort of the seat's material rub against his back. A touch similar to a massage ran from his backside to the nape of his neck as he regarded the feel with a twitch of his eyes and ears.

"Man, this feels good," he mused.

[Evie Choi]

Evei looked at him and smiled. Why was this so hard for her to enjoy, why was she enjoying the idea of the two doing this, yet at the same time feeling nervous and anxious. Evie just realized that shse wasn't immune to have a good time, even if it was with someone she had found expendible. Not that she was saying this about Yousei...right?

"Ah, I am glad you find it so." Evie glanced over at him and continued to smile, perhaps a bit more softer and a little less edgy. The longer she was around him the more comfortable she was getting and the more she was enjoying herself. Evie knew this was probably against some sort of bounty hunting slash assassain rule, but she really didn't care. It had been quite some time and she was at least going to enjoy this for all it was worht, as should he.

"Where do you wanna go? Any place you enjoy in particular?" She finally stopped smiling and waited for a response. As she waited tentively she couldn't help but find that same feeling inside...he was appealing to the eyes and it was causing her stomach to churn.

[Za'in]

Pressed against the seat, Yousei found himself in a heaven. Descriptions that could with hold the feeling that grasped him could only be aligned in a holocron. Such elegance and grace of the fabric left his eyes at a roll, dancing in the back of his head. Closing his lids, he awaited the pleasant discomfort to fade and the normality of the situation to set in.

Despite his occupation, his speeder was not much more than a hunk of junk put together. Only a few times in his many years did he have the luxury of attaching his bottom to such nice fabric. In the facets of the Old Republic's Jedi Order there was no such things as luxuries to attach to. It was more or less frowned upon to dwindled in such behavior, for lost could easily drift it's way into jealousy.

However, he could care less. Many years removed him from the Order's ways, and although it still dictate many aspects of his life it would not restrict him from happiness. So, he continued on with his smiling as he pushed himself into the embrace of the seat.

"Mmm," he hummed, responding both to the touch of the seating and her statement. Her voice intertwined with the comfort of the seat, and blew like a calm breeze through his ear. In the background of all the touching, and tingling a garage door could be heard opening for their exit. The droids were always on cue with such things.

"The Outlander Club would be nice," Yousei replied, his eyes closed and demeanor at lax. How he loved the feeling of a woman and nice seat. Always the little things that matter.

[Evie Choi]

Evie raised her eybrow and looked over at him. "The Outlander Club?" Evie was trying to stifle her surprise. What once used to be a high class place was now for the scum of Coruscant, the dirty filth that lingered in the lower levers of the city.

"Wow." She stated simply as she looked at him, his appeal had just gone up twenty points by that sudden revelation. Not only did he have good taste in cars and women he also had good tastes in dangerous clubs, where she was fond of going at the drpp of a hat. Evie smiled slyly and looked at him a little bit of admiration visible in her eyes.

"Didn't think you were the kind to go there. Yet again you have surprised me."

[Za'in]

Over the years Yousei had learned to avoid public places. The hangouts with filth and scum left him amidst confusion and problems that the Empire sparsely dealt with.

Even before the New Order reign, places such as the Outlander's Club were perfect getaways from the norm. Although he stood out, people avoided interaction with him, and simply left him be.

The pointed ears, and young face was a stature amidst the galaxy renown to spacers for their mystical origins. People rather keep to themselves than spark a conversation, even the bartenders.

A smirk gathered along his lips, pushing them up as he glanced over at her.

"Is it okay with you?"