The cantina was busy as usual; the bustling of people from all over reverberated throughout the dingy low-ceiling building, along with the clinking of glasses and rumbling of voices. Dance music played, the bass vibrating through the furniture and smoke from various pipes hung in the air, creating a foggy curtain that you could almost cut with a knife. It was a bounty hunting hotspot, with several small guilds liking to congregate here and use it as their base. All in all, it’s really not a great place - unless you’re a bit of a lowlife, then this place is the best place in town. I also work here behind the bar and occasionally serve tables, and let me say now, I would cry tears of joy if this place burnt to the ground and I never had to set foot in here again.
Tonight was not much different from a normal night - people were loud, drunk and being downright scumbags. The space around the bar was heaving as usual, different voices barking at me to serve them next whilst waving their credits in my face as I flitted back and forth. I poured a few drinks and placed them on the surface of the bar, numerous greedy hands emerging to whisk them away, one in particular grabbed my wrist and wrapped long fingers up my forearm. It belonged to a Twi’lek that had a foul glint in his eye and a sinister smirk on his lips.
“You’re a pretty thing, why don’t you come and sit with me~” his voice was slimy as he tightened his grip, trying to yank me across the bar towards him. I planted my feet firmly on the floor, pulling on my arm and scowling at him when his grip didn’t loosen at all. I gritted my teeth and yanked my arm free with one hard pull, balling my fistt and jabbing a finger angrily in his direction.
“Get the fuck off me, and stay the fuck away from me,” I hissed.
“Or what, you gonna fight me?” He cackled, slapping his palm on the surface of the bar, not phased by my aggression. I reached for something, anything, under the counter and my fingers wrapped around the edge of a round serving tray as I felt my frustration beginning to bubble over.
“If you don’t leave right now I’m gonna call my boss and get him to throw you out for harassment, maybe even bar you for life. You want that?” I threatened, grasping the tray tighter as the Twi’lek cackled again, slapping his palm on the bar even harder.
“Oh sweetie, we both know he won’t do that… I’ve seen him ’round and know he’s not the type to lose good business”. The creep was right. My boss was a sour man who only cared about money, loyal (paying) customers and having eye candy in tiny skirts behind the bar. He didn’t give a shit about what happened in this place - the amount of times I’ve been harassed both physically and verbally here is off the charts. There used to be half a dozen girls like me working here when I started, then they dropped out one by one, each one getting harder to replace until he stopped trying to hire more girls and just raised my pay to keep me from quitting. It’s shit. Really shit. But I won’t get paid this much anywhere else on this planet so here we are; fighting off perverts by myself.
“I’m warning you, touch me again and you’re eating dirt,” I clutched the tray with both hands out of his sight when he leant across the bar, and reached out with those long fingers as he gripped my jaw, pulling me towards him.
“Keep talking like that doll and I’m gonna get a har-”
CRACK
In that moment the tray connected with his face and neck before he, as was forewarned, ate dirt. The cantina seemed to pause for a second, all noise ceased but the beating of music as they turned to look at the scene before they continued as normal, having already seen this happen on a regular basis with different lecherous bastards requiring a medic. I let out a breath I’d been holding and dropped the tray back under the counter, placing my hands on my hips and looking around the room. I needed someone to help me dump this guy outside. I open my mouth, about to offer a free drink to anyone who helps, when a door behind the bar is thrown open and cracks against the wall followed by a deep bellowing voice.
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A Saviour in Beskar: Din Djarin x Reader
Hayran Kurgu(Y/N) leads a troubled life before she meets Din, but not because she wants to, its just thd cards she was dealt. But when he sees her abused by her boss and struggling to to find happiness, he can't help but step in. (Eventual Smut and other shenan...
