And with the action brewing the Devaronian security quickly responded with six armed bouncers surrounding the scene, even Drea had a blaster pistol that she seemingly produced from thin air. The DJ stopped the music and the place fell awkwardly silent, except for Drea. 

"Alright enough, blasters down you two, and the rest of you keep your trigger fingers at bay or its coming out of your pay," she said pointing her blaster at the two. "You two scum have ten seconds to get the hell out of here or I'll make you realize the Hutt's dungeons are a pleasant place, and if I catch you two sniffing around this place or my buisness associates, I'll make you suffer." The two hunters out gunned and out matched, took the Devaronian female's advice and decided to high-tail it before they lost their more than they were willing to sacrifice. Drea turned to three mercenaries. 

"Alright boys, my employers are growing tired of this small talk, are you in or out?" She said still holding the blaster.