[B][I][U]Mos Eisley, Tatooine[/U][/I][/B]

"Look... The creds are somewhere safe. I'll pay your boss, but I need to go get 'em first. Of course, if you're gonna keep me here at gunpoint..." The wookie, with his bowcaster placed neatly on the table between them, made a series of growls and grunts before leaning across the table and taking up the bowcaster. The young woman on the other side of the table was sitting casually, one leg over the other and her arm flung over her seat. She looked kinda bored.

"...Well then, what say I give [I]you[/I] the credits, and you forget you ever saw me?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. The wookie roared and reached across the table, then grabbed her by the throat, ...but he didn't choke her or anything. Yet.

"Questioning your loyalty? No~, no!" She waved her hands, causing the wookie to growl again, "...Okay, maybe a little." The wookie began to tighten his grip. "Alright! Chill! I'll pay up, but the credits are stashed somewhere safe... Okay? I don't feel like getting my head twisted off over a little debt... Just calm down. Hell, you can be my armed escort if you feel you need to keep an eye on me. No funny business..." The wookie reluctantly let go, but the moment he did there were two quick blasts underneath the table. The wookie was still alive despite the painful burns, but with his blurred vision and weakness he couldn't shoot down the smuggler before she darted off out of the cantina. Some Mandalorian, running away from a fight. Two unfortunate weequay caught the stray bolts, and the wookie began limping after his target.

Rayne Prower had quite a high price on her head due to debts with the Hutts, so Tatooine was the worst place in the galaxy to be waltzing around right now. No ship and not a lot of credits simply spelled 'dead'.

"Gotta find a ship to hijack..." Rayne said as she discretely made her way toward the spaceport. Her right hand hovered over the holster on her right hip just in case things turned sour. "...Or maybe someone would be kind enough to give me a l..i..f..t.. Oh wait, yeah.. this is Mos Eisley. [I]There are no kind people here.[/I]"