The problem with being a person of passion, is that sometimes passion overrides common sense. One night stands are not an act of common sense, the dangers can be subtle or lethal. But who ever said men had common sense?

"Wait... isnt that a power cell to a blaster?"

The human woman looked over at the nightstand, certain she had put everything important away, as a smirk grew on her face. She was rather attractive, by human standards, with honey gold hair stained greenish by the blue light outside. The same cerulean light matched her eyes as she looked his half clothed form over while she slipped from the burgundy dress.

"Well lets just say what it goes to gives me a big bang...when men like you aren't around" She bit her bottom lip suggestively as she pulled him closer, but now his passion shifted to his profession. 

"Thats a blastech cell...thats an imperial cell...thats my cue to go!"

Fighting to keep his clothing on, he ran out into the hall barefoot with his stuff rolled up into his shirt down the hall, clearing past another female human armed with a handful of flowers but with the march of military and outsized him by a speederbike. He kept running to the repulsorlift just in time for the shaved wookie to come flying out the same door he left seconds ago and feared even the transparasteel wouldn't stop the rightfully jealous solider. Fearing the off duty trooper was foing to beat him by taking the stairs, he spent the moment to get dressed and call for his cab to meet him outside the front entrance. The front lobby was his best bet, even if she brought him in the side door, they tend to be open floor for a straight run but some manner of decoration such as furniture or sculpture.

The door chimed and he was off like a track star, thankfully there was only a chair against a wall to the opening stairwell where the Amazon had acquired something into her hands. He didn't care what it was as he made all haste to the metrocab with its doors open like the gates of salvation. She screamed something he didn't doubt was not a fond farewell as he launched the last meters into the armored cab. It seemed she launched something into his metrocab as well and could only look on shocked as it exploded.

***

He emerged some time later in front of the royal bantha still dusting white powder off of him, looking at the inside of his cab lined with fire suppression chemicals he knew he would need to scrub it out later. Eh, hire a droid. He tossed the spent extinguisher into the trash can on the street as he walked inside.

"Circle the block until I get back."

Inside, his empathy came alive, this was as much his home as anywhere else. Then again, he was always at home in crowds. He poured himself like water between and around people like a Kowakian lounge-lizard. He was doing his best to be seen as he stopped at a stall, got fresh with a patron, borrowed a sip off the top off of something...green and made his way into the back room full of various species. 

"Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong?"

He took a seat available and looked over to the Trandoshian's assembling gun, brows furrowed as he pulls out something small and cylindrical. He rolled the golden straw across the table to the reptile's claws as a peace offering. "Your gas converter is corroding, I bet you pumped Sig gas through it looking for a better punch, it works if your blaster doesn't blow up. It works even better if you want to make your hold-out into a grenade when you are done with it."