[CENTER][h1][b][color=yellow]ʟ ʏ ᴏ ꜱ[/color][/b][/h1][/CENTER][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=yellow][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]The Falling Star's Cantina[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]4 ABY[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]Though Lyos had known the Twi'lek from previous ventures, she chose to keep to her drink. For all the Codru-Ji cared, whether or not someone was swindling another wasn't her business. As long as it didn't affect her, Lyos couldn't give a Wookie's furry ass as to what [i]Oden Kenspoo[/i] did to talk his victims into paying a few more credits than the actual price.

Such would be the case, however, until Oden chose to run his mouth in the wrong place. Perhaps the rumors were true, [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17624]that Oden had murdered one of his own "customers"[/url], but to suggest [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17624]to sell another into slavery[/url]? Though the Codru-Ji, especially Lyos, were not the humanitarian type, she disliked thugs who wanted to pick on the little guy—those that couldn't really defend themselves from the ruffians that preferred an easy target.

[color=yellow]"She's not for sale."[/color] Lyos quipped, standing from her seat. She then approached Oden, pushing a finger into his chest whilst one of her four arms slipped to her hip, hoping to draw one of her blasters without the crook noticing. [color=yellow]"And you know what? I don't like your cocky attitude. Though, I guess you have to make up for lacking down beneath the belt, right?"[/color]

Lyos smirked, certain that she had pushed a few buttons.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][hr][sub][right][color=gray]*Should her silent draw be successful, Lyos will point it towards his manhood, ready to fire at a moment's notice[/color][/right][/sub][/indent]