Iris is in-character as a sassy, if slightly past it, bar-girl approaching likely strangers for drinks, but someone who can read the pulses of things under their skin might see something very different. Only half her attention is on the bar patrons. Most of her is watching the door, and also watching the invisible cameras that surveil the bar. She positions herself carefully out of their lines of sight, puts bulkier patrons between herself and them, and camouflages her sharp alertness with random, sloppy affection.
She practically lands in Obi-Wan's lap, a light confection of soft feathers and perfume and smeared mascara, but she doesn't feel inconsequential or insubstantial. She's poised, strong and wiry and her eyes on his are grey, urgent and searching.
"Care to buy a lady a drink, sailor?" she asks, and murmurs under her breath.
"They'll be 'ere any minute. Tell 'em I was with you last night."
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timeasmymeasure
[a rowdy bar in a galaxy far away]
Date: 2020-01-17 08:33 pm (UTC)She practically lands in Obi-Wan's lap, a light confection of soft feathers and perfume and smeared mascara, but she doesn't feel inconsequential or insubstantial. She's poised, strong and wiry and her eyes on his are grey, urgent and searching.
"Care to buy a lady a drink, sailor?" she asks, and murmurs under her breath.
"They'll be 'ere any minute. Tell 'em I was with you last night."