amorous | qimir

i. smuggler's delight

THE NIGHTCLUB's strobing neon lights makes it all the more miserable for you as you served drinks to drunken guests of all kinds. The smell of flavored vapor fills in the premises, along with tobacco smoke and other stimulant smoking products are filled in the air, music blasts through every part of the club while people danced on the dance floor, while others explore each other's bodies in the private booths. Criminals are doing deals by the bars, drug dealers are discreetly selling out types of drugs at the corners, some unfortunate soul is getting beat up in the club's bathroom, and the servers, you, are putting on their signature fake smile and sultry voice to get tips, and hopefully sell the most alcohol to these poor drunken souls.

It wasn't that you chose to be a waitress in Smuggler's Delight, a popular nightclub in the entertainment district in the capital city of Nar Shaddaa or most commonly known as... the Vertical City or Smuggler's Moon. Being a citizen in this fucked-up Coruscant-like twin planet, you commonly would refer your home planet as "Narsh." Your first job didn't pay well, it did covered your rent, but you couldn't live to save every credit you had to make do. A good friend of yours in the entertainment district had offered you an open slot in Smuggler's Delight, while the paycheck was great, the job was more tedious in your expertise.

You had no problem in looking the part. Putting on the skimpy latex uniform that barely covered your chest and ass, accompanied by heels that had your toes aching every shift. To say, the female waitresses had it better in uniforms than the men, who would only wear a tight latex shorts and that was it. You weren't used to putting on a different persona when serving the guests. It was a strict requirement your manager had put out that in-order for the club to profit more, the servers had to do more than serve drinks. It was rough on the first few days you worked here, you had to get used to trying wooing certain customers or offering fake promises that you would drink with them if they buy the club's chosen expensive alcohol to sell that day. And the most annoying part of the job were guests that were particularly too touchy. The club did have rules not to touch the waiters or the other workers, shocking it was that a club managed to actually have that since most don't implement such rules to guests. This was the entertainment district, if you walk further in, the pleasure district was right around the corner.

But you got used to it eventually. Nar Shaddaa is a horrible place to live in, but you can't blame your own mother for birthing you here. Only, you wished for yourself that you could someday get out of the crime-infused planet soon. You've always wanted to explore more outside the planet, hating the grey smokes concealing the sky and the foul stench of chemicals. Maybe you could even settle down in a flora-green planet that had blue skies and a beach. Oh, you always dreamed of swimming in perfectly clean sea water and feel the grain of soft sand beneath your toes.

You sighed now, that dream of yours a galaxy far away from where you are now as you took a quick smoke break outside the club. Inhaling the stimulant, you feel a tinge more relaxed than a while ago. The flavored vapor blows out of your mouth and nostrils, the minty taste stuck on your tongue. You take another hit, relishing the quietness of the back alley of the club. Yet, your quiet break is broken when the backdoor suddenly opens and the music from inside blasts loudly.

"There you are. You didn't wait for me!" Tann, your fellow waitress, and your only friend in the establishment pouts at you as she shuts the door. You smiled at her, chuckling as you hand her your smoking device naturally. The dim light of the alleyway from all the neon signs surrounding the place made her pink skin glistening. She's a Twi'lek, a beauty in-fact and a very much kind person overall, that's why you befriended her. She takes a puff, letting out an exaggerated moan of pleasure as the vapor fills in her lungs. It looks like both of you needed a break from the neon chaos inside.

"Sorry." You grin at her as she hands you back the vape. "My eyes were hurting." You reasoned and she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Did you see that one asshole almost grabbed my tit? I can't stand one more minute in this shithole." She lets out an irritated noise. "But kriff, did I get a huge tip from that fucking asshole."