Dancer Archive

Told from the perspective of Miss A. Yaso, Twi'lek Novice Entertainer

Okay, so there I was, just waiting for the shuttle to Mos Espa so I could finish my deliveries (thanks to certain war-mongering government leaders, the economy here is so bad a girl has to hold down two jobs to make ends meet, but I digress), when this little Rodian guy runs up. Says his name is elf-somthing-or-other. Whatever. I could tell this guy hadn't been on Tatooine too long from the way he was dressed. Fancy clothes, probably from the core. What he was doing in a place like Mos Eisley I'll never know, but running around asking if anyone was an "entertainer" is a good way to get pegged as a mark by the swoop gangs. I'm a charitable girl, so I go up to the guy and say "Yeah, I'm an entertainer", 'cause while I may moonlight as a delivery girl, dancing is where the heart is, if you know what I mean. So he runs up to me real eager-like, and starts asking me if I have any instruments. It took me a second, but I finally realized that he wasn't looking for an impromptu concert, but wanted to buy an instrument. Immediately, he starts making with the kissy-face. Three pecks on the lips, and let me tell you...I don't consider myself a racist, but if there's anything worse than a big wet kiss from a stranger, it's a big wet kiss from a Rodian. Those lips are HUGE! Don't get me wrong...some of the nicest people in a cantina are Rodians...well behaved people, usually. But you gotta have some warning for something like that. So anyway, getting back to the story, I tell the guy that he needs to find an artisan, a craftsman, you know? 'Cause 'entertainers' are the ones who play the instruments, not make them. I also tell him to keep his thank-you kisses on the cheek. So then my shuttle arrives, and I gotta go, but he's still following me, asking me to get him some kind of instrument. Trying to get rid of him before the pilot knocks him out for delaying the shuttle, I give him my comm number.

Big. Mistake.

Actually, I gave the guy a short call after I arrived in Mos Espa just to make sure he was okay. Yeah, he seemed like kind of a jerk, but Eisley can be rough on first-time arrivals. Hell, it's rough on anyone. I can't walk outside of the cantina there without seeing a couple of the local roughnecks duking it out or blasting each other. That's actually part of the reason I took the delivery job to Mos Espa...I need to get away from that place. So anyway, I check in on him, and give him directions to the bazaar so he can buy and instrument. It's a little tough, as he didn't quite hear me the first time when I told him to go to the banking district to find the bazaar (**edit** cellular comms get horrible reception...the techies tell me it's the sandstorms), but he finally got the idea, I think. Then, right out of the blue, and after I just helped him out, he starts asking about when I'll be back in Eisley, and telling me to hurry up so we can hop into bed. Can you imagine? Now, I'm not like some of those other girls you run into, all stuck up and stuff. Nah, to be honest, I'm not totally above a little hanky-panky. But with some off-worlder that I just met? And barely know? Jabba knows what kind of stuff he could have caught on the flight over here, especially with an attitude like that. Call me old-fashioned, but I like to get to know a guy, get the feeling he appreciates me, and vice-versa. This guy barely even managed a thank-you. So I tell him I'm not that kind of Twi'lek (sadly, we're getting a reputation on this dustball) and hang up. Haven't heard from him since, and to be fair, the next guy I met was a handsome Wookiee fellow who really liked my dancing. No tips, but he gave me some refreshments that really kept my energy up. I couldn't have danced that long otherwise. No hanky-panky there either though. See guys? THAT is what a gentleman acts like. Strong, handsome, helpful, and most of all, honorable. Hmm...maybe I should look up that Wookiee when I get back to work...


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Nicely done... making a point and staying in character, too. Any more of these?

For your future reference: musicians are the only ones with instrument schematics.

Nice story though. =D

My story almost ended badly, I'm sad to say -- or at least it sure looked that way for a while. Names are changed to protect the innocent.

There aren't many men in my line of work, so when we get women customers I like to give them all my attention -- a kiss on the hand, maybe I'll flirt if they seem interested. It's my job to make the audience feel special, after all.

I chose rather unwisely to shower some "special attention" on a female wookiee named G---. She seemed a little shy, but I smiled at her and her eyes just lit up. She hit the dance floor with me, and I continued to let her know she had my complete attention. This was very displeasing to the male wookiee in the band, J---. He stopped playing his instrument and lumbered over to where G--- and I were dancing, until he was fairly breathing down my neck, roaring plaintively the entire way. I'm just a little Naboo guy -- short of stature and limber from dancing, but not terribly strong -- and I have to tell you, I was feeling pretty nervous surrounded by two towering wookiees arguing about me.

I did my best to maintain my composure and keep dancing, but J---'s growling and grumbling made me sweat. He and G--- exchanged some words, and I started to wonder if I was going to end up as a wookiee's dinner. J--- suddenlyturned to me and started pulling on my upper arms, as though he was examining how well they were attached to my body. I was ready to bolt at that point. He must have seen the terror in my eyes, because he clapped my back, knocking the wind out of me,and roared in a good-natured tone, as if to say, "I was just kidding." Or so I think. In any case, he left the cantina shortly thereafter... but I took the hint and bid my farewell to the girl wookiee.

The moral of the story is... let the wookiee win, if you want to live to dance another day!