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."
Why, he wonders, do these things always happen to him? Is it the force? It's the force.
That it might be his own sense of adventure... all right, it might be that.
He catches her and pulls her further into his lap, arms wrapped around and immediately nibbling at her ear.
"I think I'd buy you anything you like if it keeps you in my lap." He's calm and steady when he looks at her, though and in spite a total lack of training seems to manage to feel reassuring to anyone with the ability to fill it. "Especially if you do that thing from last night again."
Iris apparently picks up on his wordless communication, because she relaxes at once, and her attention shifts until it's focused entirely on him. She doesn't use the Force - or if she does, it's calibrated very differently to the way he uses it - but she definitely gives the impression of having seen deeper than most.
"I think that thing from tonight'll be even better, lovey. I personally can't wait. Oh, 'ere they come!"
"They" prove to be local law enforcement, and Iris clings to his neck as they get closer.
His eyeroll is probably palpable, but he wraps his arms around her and engages in what is a very enthusiastic make-out session with her, to deflect any attention from her and to provide a very literal physical shield to hide her from view.
"I want to know what they think you did," he murmurs, soft and directly into her ear.
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[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."
Re: [a rowdy bar in a galaxy far away]
Date: 2020-01-17 08:46 pm (UTC)That it might be his own sense of adventure... all right, it might be that.
He catches her and pulls her further into his lap, arms wrapped around and immediately nibbling at her ear.
"I think I'd buy you anything you like if it keeps you in my lap." He's calm and steady when he looks at her, though and in spite a total lack of training seems to manage to feel reassuring to anyone with the ability to fill it. "Especially if you do that thing from last night again."
Re: [a rowdy bar in a galaxy far away]
Date: 2020-01-18 01:21 pm (UTC)"I think that thing from tonight'll be even better, lovey. I personally can't wait. Oh, 'ere they come!"
"They" prove to be local law enforcement, and Iris clings to his neck as they get closer.
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Date: 2020-01-18 02:31 pm (UTC)"I want to know what they think you did," he murmurs, soft and directly into her ear.