A Jedi walked into a bar...

Juisk liked this knight. He wasn't like most, and that suited him well. He had always found it rather exasperating at times, but this was something new. So, he smiled and took the offered seat.

"No,no disabilities as far as i'm aware master.'

He paused for a moment before answering the other question.

"My master gave me some time to myself, and I decided to experience the city a little bit. I mean, it's right on the doorstep of the temple, so why shouldn't I know about the area? At least, that's what I thought. I'm not too sure what brought me here specifically, maybe just because it was the brightest of the neon signs outside.

He smiles, wondering who would get the joke.

"Good idea." Blythe replied with a subtle nod. Last thing she wanted tonight was more contact with the Jedi. Then her eyes widened suddenly. It seemed the whole reason she had come in here tonight - the thoughts that had been haunting her - had nearly slipped her mind completely. Deacon manged to distract her that much, with a little help from the Jedi, of course. Good. Maybe she should do this more often, she thought.

Giving the menu a second take her eyes stopped over the area listed as pasta's. One of her fingers lifted and trailed along the names till she found one with that didn't seem to be complex or nerve wracking. She wasn't exactly used to cantina food, or any food outside of the temple and ships for that matter, not for a long while. "Under pasta, number four. Just plain..." Blythe tossed the menu on the counter with a bit of a limp wrist then stood up.

Her body was a bit tense, so she stretched, tipping her head shoulder to shoulder. A few cracks could be heard, just pressure in the joints releasing. It made her give a relaxing sigh before she followed after Deacon.

She stopped and watched him pull out the chair, giving him a bit of a confused look that clashed with his own smile. He was definitely quite the gentlemen, at least in her mind. After realizing she was being a bit rude she got a hold of herself, flashing a sheepish smile and commenting, "Thank you..." Needless to say, she wasn't exactly use to the treatment, not with the way she handled herself, or the crowd she hung out with normally. But she still laid a hand on the back of the chair, letting it run over the top of it as she sat, just in case he happened to move the chair. If Deacon didn't move his hand, she'd get a feel of his skin, which would be a bit eerie, the idea of not sensing someone she could see and touch was a bit strange but nothing her mind had been focusing on during the night.

Once comfortably seated she finally spoke again, remembering something else, "I noticed you forgot about your game." Blythe looked back over her shoulder at Deacon, "Something tells me the guy you were focusing on didn't do so well."

Deacon noted that he still had his menu even after ordering, carrying it to the table with him as Blythe left hers at the bar. Well why not? In case either of them wanted a dessert, it would be nice to not have to flag the waitress down again for a menu. As if you were supposed to know ahead of time if you'd be hungry enough to enjoy a small dish afterwards.

When Blythe went to stretch, Deacon glanced about the Outlander Club, just giving it another once over as his gaze panned the large, bar area. It was more out of courtesy to Blythe, not staring or gawking as she stretched, than it was any type of scanning look. Just hearing her own joints crack and pop made him think of how good that must've felt.

Blythe's sheepish smile brought to light her crystal light blue eyes. Deacon hadn't really noted them before now but Krath, were they captivating. He caught himself stuck speechless for a moment, nearly gawking before clearing his own throat lightly and replying with a light, "uh. Certainly," and regained his full composure.

Meaning to help push her chair in, Deacon's hands were both still hold the upper sides of the chair as Blythe's hand slid across, for the first time, their skin making contact. With her back to him, Deacon's eye widened momentarily as his eyebrow raised, a lump in his throat forming. Why was he reacting like this? He helped scoot her chair in and then took his own seat opposite of her.

She commented about the swoop race and Deacon glanced up at the screen as he spoke, "Bout a dozen laps in, Dusky Duckling bit it on turn four after some bump and grind." Studying the standings on the sidebar, he further added, "Rising Rancor ain' doin' too hot either, but he was an after-thought."

With a light shrug, he turned his attention back to Blythe, the contrast of her pitch, ebony hair and eyes like pools of crystal light blue within a scape of pure ivory was getting harder and harder not to appreciate and captivate. He shook his mind free by glancing over towards where the Jedi were sitting, just beyond the table were a few Quermian were seated.

Regaining his train of thought from earlier, he took a calming breath before speaking, "Small distaste for Jedi. Crafter of armor resistant to lightsabers. An exceptional knowledge of such materials to form them and where to acquire such." Quirking a simple smile, Deacon tilted his head slightly to one side as he inquired, "What is one t'think of this combination?"

Leaning forward as he rested his forearms atop the table, he further inquired as he quirked a singular eyebrow, his voice soft as a whisper so ideally only she could hear, "Jedi Hunter?" His eyes searched hers for only the briefest of moments before he sat back again, tapping his hands atop the table as if to relax the mood. "Course, I hav' secrets of m'own tha' I don' wish shared either."

He glanced over towards where they had been seated at the bar, pursing his lips as he thought on how to handle this predicament. His right hand drifted idly over his Taozin amulet, a finger dropping over it a few times as he seemed to be in thought. Then it came to him! Quirking a curious grin, he let his gaze rest solely on her.

"How 'bout this," he started, giving his chin an upwards tilt as he spoke, gesturing over towards Blythe with his hand, not pointing, "You come up with five questions you'd like t'know about me an' I'll do m'best to answer as many as I feel comfortable with." He laid his hand over his chest as he continued, "Then I'll come up with five questions I'd like t'know about you, an' you get t'pick which ones you want t'answer, so long as you answer as many as I did previous. Soun' fair?"

Deacon had no way of knowing or measuring the value or content of what she was or had to say nor inquire. It was quite impossible. Seemed they were in a double-blind scenario, both looking for answers to questions they didn't know to ask. His eyebrow raised as he added, "And feel free t'be as hones' as you wish." By that he intended to mean if one only wanted to tell a partial truth, then to go ahead. There was no way that either of them had enough trust in the other to reveal all.

Just no way. It was too soon for anything like that.

Rehni shook her head to Malz's comment, but joined her fellow Jedi anyways. A barmaid passed and Rehni caught her attention asking to bring her a Corellian Ale. She leaned back comfortably in her seat, arms folded as she waited patiently for her drink.

The padawan's comment made her smirk, "Bettering find a bettering excuse. Getting times to selves does notting meaning running amongst opens streets ofing Coruscant." she replied, the barmaid had brought Rehni her drink exchanging credits, she happily took a drink.

Blythe straightened her back up as she felt the chair being pushed in, keeping her hands folded over one another on her lap. She was trying her darnedest to keep a poker face on. It didn't help that much, because she soon felt her cheeks warm up. Without hesitation she shook her head and took in a deep breath to get herself in check.

As Deacon talked about the swoop bike race, she leaned in closer to him. Not that she couldn't hear - she was just trying to understand. She didn't know that there were laps, or how they were gauged in order to win. Blythe was knowledgeable in her fields, but little beyond that.

"Jedi Hunter?" She repeated his words with a hint of amusement in her voice. A single eyebrow of hers raised as did her chin. Just below her chest she crossed her arms. It was more then an amusing suggestion, it was on the brink of being comical. Jedi hunter defined her quite well, but not completely. Her real title was much more dangerous sounding.

During the short pause her focus drifted over towards the Jedi's vicinity. It was good that none besides that one had taken real note of her. She was slightly paranoid that one of them might of read the records on padawan's and recognized her, or had spotted her in the halls of the temple long ago and still remembered. But that was such a long shot. Stressing over the passing worries, she brought her left hand to her temple and rubbed it with her pinky and thumb, closing her eyes to relax until Deacon proposed an idea.

"That sounds..." She paused to try to think of a way to put her thoughts into words, "...Entertaining." was all she could think to say. There wasn't much past that that could describe it, in her mind anyway. Although, it still meant she would have to put herself at stake if she didn't ask the right questions, and he did.

There was another problem. What was she suppose to ask? She really had no clue. Blythe looked up at the ceiling, barely noticing that the light was shining directly into her eyes. She chewed on the side of her lip as she thought about what she would ask. After a handful of second her eyes dropped down, back to Deacon's. They had a mischievous twinkle about them. "Alright..." Blythe slipped her arms apart, one returning to her lap, the other she brought up, letting the elbow rest on the table to prop up her arm. She let her soft cheek nestle into her hand that was in the air then ever so faintly grinned. It was possible Deacon wouldn't notice the grin even, but she didn't now how closely he focused on her features.

Now keen on asking the questions, Blythe eye'd Deacon's amulet again. "Why do you wear that? It can't just be because of it's looks." With only a small pause she moved on, "...how did you know about those two dealers?" She tipped her head to one side, vaguely gesturing towards the Jedi's table, "What's your interest in them? I do notice you keep looking over there. Are *you* a Jedi hunter?" Lastly, she wanted ask something that might put her at risk of exposing herself, but she had decided to ask anyway, "If you're not so found of Jedi...what's your opinion on the Bogan?"

"You plan on working on some soldiers in the back of this cantina Jedi?"

*Seger said with a chuckle at the Jedi's abstinence from alcohol. He took a seat at the table and poured himself another drink from the bottle he'd taken from the bar. The youngest Jedi was explaining how and why he had come to The Outlander Club. Brightest signs? The Jedi had a bad sense of humor if he was trying to be funny.*

"Was it the sign of the Twi'lek dancer that caught your eye pup? Bet that really pulled you in. Plenty of people would like to experience the dancers."

*There was a sly smirk across his face as he said it. He took another gulp of his drink. Kuati Whiskey was good stuff.*

Juisk looked back at the man who had first spoken to him, a slightly confused look on his face.

"dancers? ohh...."

He looked around a caught sight of the twi'lek dancing girls, blushed, and shook his head.

"No actually, I'd never heard of the outlander club before I walked in today, and I certainly didn't know about any dancing girls."

He thought about explaining to the man how while being in the club might not be against temple rules, lusting after exotic dancers certainly was. But he held his tounge.

Deacon noted that she didn't question or comment on anything in regards to the swoop bike races. Most likely because she really wasn't overly interested in them, and who could blame her, though she did appear to be interested him, focusing her attention entirely upon him. Shoot, Deacon wasn't much interested in the races his own self, -much- preferring the gladiatorial games they had from time to time in the lower levels.

During the gladiatorial games, Deacon enjoyed observing the strategies and little tricks each combatant brought to the arena. In a way, their struggle was much like some of his missions... to the death in close combat. Deke couldn't count how many little tips he picked up from watching those games, most of them dirty or cheap. Similar to his real life application, in the games, folks remembered most who won and who lost. Who lived and who died. The how mattered little in the end.

He thought for a moment that she sounded somewhat humored at his little tease of an accusation in regards to her being a Jedi Hunter. Giving him a curious look, Deacon found himself again staring into those eyes of hers. She broke the look this time, her gaze passing over towards where the Jedi were seated. Seemed she had a passing thought. Perhaps a worry or a concern? Who knew.

Seemed she was happily pleased with his proposition, though Deacon himself was yet a bit unsure about it. Sure, he could answer as much or as little as he liked, but then again, so could she. The trick was to put out the right questions. She didn't seem to be a simpleton or uneducated, so he expected a bit of a challenge here. What to say? What not to say? Hmmm...

After a few moments, she gave him a somewhat mischievous look as she seemed to have a few ready to fire away at him. Deacon could hardly focus on anything else save those eyes. They seemed to be drawing him in. This certainly wasn't like him to react like this. As her gaze drifted to his chest, he found himself looking down as well when she made her inquiries.

Deacon listened intently and turned his attention as she spoke, first from the amulet to the dealers, then to the Jedi, then finally back to her. Taking a deep breath once she finished, he began to reply, "Alright then, straight to the hard stuff. All business-like." Quirking a crooked smile, he didn't say it, but inside, he had been hoping that she would ask at least one question that showed some interest in him as a... well, just a question that showed some interest in him moreso than what he did for a living.

Laying a hand upon his amulet, he began to answer her questions; one at a time. "With this, I like t'keep m'own thoughts to m'own self." Nodding over towards the Jedi, he went on, "An' around people like them, you jus' never know when they're probing ya." He didn't add that it helped hide him from them folks either, but then again, she probably already knew that. After a moment, he decided to anyway, "Plus I don' mind them not really bein' able to tell where I am, in case I want my privacy for whatever reason."

Glancing over his shoulder in the area of where the dealers were, Deke added, "Those dealers come in 'ere all the time, as do I. Mos' regulars 'ere know of 'em." He didn't go on about the other dealers who paid tribute to Black Sun because honestly, he wasn't ready to reveal to her his whole hand just yet. Not yet.

"As for the Jedi," he continued, "I recall a time or two b'fore when a Jedi has walked into a cantina, an' someone los' their arm. They a'ways draw attention; no matter where they go. Not to mention, you usually don' see 'em in a cantina like this; not unless their on..." he lowered his voice for these last three words, erecting his posture as he puffed out his chest, "...official Jedi business." Giving a humored grunt to his own little joke there, he finally went on, "And t'be quite hones', there are bounties out for them. One point five million credits each if you really mus' know; though it'd be stupid t'try anything in here." Deke didn't feel like he had revealed too much with that remark. Not like there weren't other folks within the Club that didn't know that already.

He took a pause as he looked about the room at the security and the sheer number of folks in the establishment. "And yer las' two, I'm not a Jedi Hunter per se, but I have uh... had contact with 'em an' other users of the Force tha' din't turn out so frien'ly if y'catch my meaning." Giving it a moment, the decided to add a bit more detail, "You see, I work for a specialty contracting group that performs and sub-contracts out for various services. I'm more of an Operating Hand in th' business than jus' an administrator, so it helps t'have a bit of knowledge as well as a few tricks up yer sleeve."

Pursing his lips for a few moments, he thought on her last question, about his opinion of the Bogan. Honestly, he hadn't really thought about them separately from the Jedi, nor had he really thought much about the Jedi or what they stood for. He began to state such, "I'm not overly familiar with the concepts and precepts behind the Bogan. To me, a force user is a force user is a force user." Laying a hand over his chest, he added with a bit of finality, "I don' really focus on who believes wha' or for why they do what they do. I find out who wants what done, what the pay is, an' I go out an' do it." That wasn't exactly true, but for now, it was as close as he was going to get.

This wasn't the meeting or time to reveal that he was the Coruscanti Crime Lord's Crime Shadow. The right hand of the man who was in charge of all Black Sun operations on the city-planet. He wasn't about to reveal that his so-called contracting company was just a front. Truth was, he had to wear multiple hats and hide behind multiple masks. Leaning forward as he rested his forearms atop the table, he asked of her, "So, answer those five questions satisfactorily enough for you?" He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow as he did so.

Rehni smirked to Malz's comment, "Notting at alls in the rule books, Jedi canning relaxing too." she whispered proudly enjoying her pint.

She listened to her group converse, but her mind went wondering elsewhere, a common issue she tended to have grown up with. Her ears picked out conversations, then left then, felt the thoughts of the weak-minded, but eventually drifted back to her table's conversation. There was a hush moment after Malz introduced himself where Rehni decided not to be rude and introduce herself too: "Jedi Knight Rehni Feher Tak'n, Guardian." she replied.

"Alright then, straight to the hard stuff. All business-like."

Blythe thought about that comment for a moment. What else could of she asked about? It wasn't like she could of..or could of she? Both her eyebrows rose up when a realization came over her, "Oh I-...uh..." After stumbling over her words she quickly cut herself off by clearing her throat. It was more of a slip of the tongue then anything. She had realized that she could of asked more personal questions, maybe something about his age. With that awkward thought passing, she started to notice her thoughts about him were moving past interested into...a different kind of interested.

The manner he handled himself was what seemed to attract her to him, it was refreshing and already proved to be distracting. How many Dark Jedi acted like he did? Then his rugged looks came to life as she started to appreciate his mannerisms. He was big guy, well aged. His mechanical eye showed he was a true warrior, just like her. There was some conflict in her about this train of thought, though...To her the idea of having an interest in him like that was a weakness. He could manipulate her. But, it wasn't like she wanted to stop herself.

Fidgeting, she tapped her fingers on her cheek before she admitted her suspicions when Deacon started to answer her questions, "I knew it." Beforehand she was fairly sure he knew what the amulet was doing, but she wanted him to admit it. If he hadn't known, she may or may not of made him aware of it. The piece was quite intriguing.

As for the dealers, his answer was enough to quench her curiosity. It made sense.

Blythe's eyes broke contact with Deacon's when he made a joke about the Jedi. Her smirk may of became clearer in that moment, she wasn't sure. He almost had her laughing again but she kept herself composed. When her gaze returned to him he had said something about bounties on Jedi, then onto contracts and his opinion on force users. It was a bit worry some. Blythe was slightly disappointed with his answers and couldn't help but frown. "You don't think the differences between the Jedi and Bogan matter enough to learn about?" The question had slipped out without much thought behind it. A second later she apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to ask another question..."

What would he think about her if he knew she was force sensitive? Why did she care so much was a better question to ask. Those questions took over her mind until Deacon leaned closer to her.

To answer his question she simply said, "Good enough." in a curt monotone. Now it was his turn to ask five questions, and she would have to answer them all. At least she could be careful about how she answered them. She was starting to become curious as to what he'd thought up, along side of being slightly nervous about it.

Well, she'd just have to wait to see how this played out.

The way she replied, in a curt monotone, seemed to indicate to Deacon that his answers weren't entirely satisfactory. Something about them that she took personal maybe? It was a setback in his mind, at least if he intended for this relationship to develop into a friendship and perhaps some day more. Truth was, he was kind of interested in her.

He began to wonder if by her questions and comments so far, as well as reaction to the Jedi, if she herself was a force user. Perhaps a rogue Jedi? Doubtful that she was a Bogan. Would they come to Coruscant? To this Club? To buy a fella like him a drink? That hardly seemed likely. He scoffed at himself inwardly, pushing the thought out. He wasn't going to let his ego tell him that he had distracted her from whatever her real goal of coming in here tonite was. It was tempting, but pride came before destruction. He'd learned that lesson long ago. It wasn't a desirable lesson to learn a second time.

To his answers though, she reacted as though she had pretty much figured it out from the get-go. Not too surprising. She seemed quick enough mentally, and sharp. The fact that she knew what his amulet was right off was impressive. Not only did that betray something about him, but it also gave hints and clues into her life as well. He hadn't pressed it too hard though, and he probably wouldn't now with his five questions.

After his explanation of thoughts on the Bogan and the Jedi, she had piped up with another question. Giving a humored smile, his gaze rested on her as he began, "I'll go 'head an' answer tha' one too." She probably wouldn't like his answer, but oh well, she had inquired. "To tell you the truth, I'm rather envious of both of them. All force users in fact. They have this incredible gift given to them by fate who deemed them worthy, yet here I sit with nothing. So honestly, learning about their differences doesn't mean as much to me, or should I say, isn't as valuable as much to me as is having the knowledge to be able to distract and-or defeat them when I need to."

Glancing over towards the Jedi's table, he further added, "That's not t'say I would be opposed to learning if someone were to explain it t'me; but it's mos' likely not going to sway me t'favor one or the other. I'm not going to change my career path all because of some religious preaching." He turned his attention back towards her, "I like what I do." And that was important. Folks who didn't love their work, or at least liked it, weren't as good at it as those who did. A fact in his mind.

Quirking a mischievous smile at her, Deacon's good eye seemed to have a playful look to it. "Now onto my five questions." He emphasized five since she had technically asked six. Chuckling lightly, he raised a hand before him, palm facing him as he counted off with the other hand, pointing to one finger at a time and finally ending with his thumb, counting out his questions one at a time.

"First, what brought you to my table with a drink when you first came in here, of all the patrons here, why me? Second, why have you further agreed to sit and hav' a meal with me? I'm hoping that it's because you've taken an interest in me and not you just biding your time for something else. Third, what are you doing on Coruscant? Fourth, how often are you here? Fifth, is it a show-stopper for you if I'm not sold one way or the other on the beliefs of the Bogan?" That last question was a little bit of a bait, but he figured he'd throw it out there anyway, just to see what she'd say. There'd been hints so far, but again, he wasn't going to push it. She could easily dismiss it with a vague answer like, No, not really, and just leave it at that if she wanted to. It wasn't a show-stopper for him, heh.

With that, the waitress came back with their orders. Blythe's lasagna-type dish looked pretty appetizing. Deacon found himself thinking that he should try that the next time he were here, which would probably be the following night. "Ah, thank-you miss," he replied to the Rutian Twi'lek who had brought the food out. She made an inquiry as to if there was anything else she could do for them. Shaking his head lightly as he looked up from his plate and across to Blythe, Deacon replied, "I'm good here. How 'bout you Bly? Care for another drink t'go with yer meal? Perhaps som' blue milk?" He offered her a warm, congenial smile as he did so. His goal wasn't to get her intoxicated. Whatever conversation sprang up further from this meeting, he wanted it to come freely without manipulation, though if she wanted another Galaxy Rush or whatever, he wouldn't argue either. She knew her own limits.

Blythe listened carefully to him answer her sixth question. Despite being tempted to say something on the subject, she decided to hold back for now. If she had let loose, it would probably bring this game to a swift end. That wasn't what she wanted, at least not now.

Deacon's mischievous smile had Blythe turn her head to the side slightly, keeping her focus on him. Then he mocked her with the emphasis on the number five, both with the word and the counting of his fingers. In return, Blythe gave one single 'ha' sounding, barely audible, laugh.

Before the food had been delivered to the table Blythe had suddenly leaned back into her chair and taken her elbow off of the table. Some heat rushed up to her face as the plate was put in front of her. Blythe closed her eyes and smelled the food. Hopefully the food tasted as good as it smelt. Although, she would answer all the questions before she took a bite.

When Deacon called her 'Bly' and inquired about the drink she replied with a slightly confused look, "...Bly? Uhm...I'll just have some water."

Before she began to answer the questions she straightened up in her seat and rested both her arms on her lap with her hands clasped together, "Actually, it was your amulet that caught my attention at first." One more time she turned her focus to the amulet, then finished answering the question, "You were the first person I'd ever seen with one, to be honest. I was pleasantly surprised and wanted to know how much you knew about them. It really isn't something many people know about." Add onto the fact she couldn't sense him, but that wasn't something he needed to know.

"I..." Her gaze hadn't returned to Deacon's, she had lowered it down to the table, "You're intriguing, and distracting. There's been some thoughts on my mind lately that I couldn't shake before now..." Bringing one hand up she waved it flippantly in the air, "...But that's not important." Hopefully he wouldn't take offense to that reasoning behind having a meal with him. Not that she would expect him to be ok with it.

The third question was a good one; what was she doing here? It certainly wasn't the best place for a Bogan, but she had known the risks and had accepted them before setting her ship down here. With one long breath in, then out, she began to explain very vaguely, "You see, I'm running away." She flashed a fake smile as she very briefly paused, "Well, I don't think I'll be running for very long, to be honest, maybe just for one day. I'm not exactly sure what I want right now...But that's what I'm doing here, and I've only been to this planet once before now." Whatever she exactly meant by that would be up to Deacon to decipher.

Then there was only the one question left, and Blythe was now beginning to think he suspected she was a Bogan. "Even I'm not sold on all of the Bogan beliefs. For example," Blythe brought one finger in the air, "I believe in the will of the force. That's not exactly something the Bogan find acceptable." Quickly she added onto her reply, "I mean, what I've studied about them anyway." It was true - she had both studied and been taught by master Jord

With her left hand she picked up her fork. She was ready to eat, but first she wanted to ask something, "So, answer those five questions satisfactorily enough for you?" She repeated his words, partly mocking him, partly being playful.

Deacon had caught her little 'ha' that she gave off in response to his bit of a jest. It tickled him that he'd received such a reaction from her. So she was a bit playful too, eh? Huh... He smirked inwardly at the thought. When she had asked for only water, the waitress had commented, but Deke hadn't been paying attention as she departed. Probably just some standard response.

He'd been too focused on Bly... wait... no... Blythe. He took the hint at the way she questioned the nickname. Or was it a hint? Maybe she just wasn't ready for that sort of familiarity just yet. He pondered a moment on what he would think if she suddenly referred to him as Deke. He didn't really care for that nickname, unless it was from friends. To his business associates, he -much- preferred Deacon. Maybe he was reading too much into this. Moving on...

Deacon's hand followed Blythe's gaze as it shifted to his amulet, fingering it along the sides as he glanced downwards. He did enjoy the way it glowed, the reddish hue matching with that of his artificial eye. Did it give him a bit of an intimidation factor? Perhaps so, though apparently not enough to dissuade Blythe from approaching him. That spoke something of her boldness... or her confidence, either way.

Her comments about him being both intriguing and distracting made him wonder just what he was distracting her from. He'd be sure to inquire on that if the opportunity presented itself later. His interest in her was truly genuine. Still though, he wondered what hers was in him now. Hopefully more than just a distraction. Why was he building this thing up so much? Were we in high school again? Krath Deacon... he scolded himself inwardly.

When she went on to explain why she was on Coruscant, Deke was surprised to find out that she was running away from something. And then for only a day? That's not really running away, is it? More like a break. A pause. A weekend pass perhaps. Everyone deserved one of those from time to time, though some were afforded them much less often than others. He thought back briefly to the last time he had had a full weekend off... Been too long. Too long. He'd have to fix that here shortly.

Finally the money question, the bait. Seemed she had taken it and Deacon was now certain that she was of the Bogan, though what he'd do with that knowledge, he hadn't a clue. Not like he was going to report her to the Jedi a few tables away. No, that wouldn't do. He wasn't a snitch like that. Plus, it was difficult to get to know someone better when they were being held in private by the Jedi. He had no illusions about that.

Just as all these thoughts were going through his head about her being a Bogan, she said something that struck a nerve inside of him. "I believe in the will of the Force." The will of the Force? The Krath was that? His bearing slipped as his posture visibly slumped in disappointment. She was a religious case. One of those people. He closed his eyes momentarily... and there had been such hope and promise... Whether or not she was a Bogan paled in comparison to what that one statement spoke of her. How could he go on any farther with this? Well, with any hopes of taking it seriously anyway?

He opened his eyes after a slow, quieted sighing exhale as she repeated his own words right back at him, playfully poking at him from across the table. It took him a moment, but he finally offered a crooked half-smile in response to her. Where was he to go from here with this, huh? Where? It was clear that she could use the Force... well, hopefully it was clear. If she couldn't and she knew and studied all this... then she was worse off than he expected. Great. Quite possibly he was sharing a meal with a religious nut. He just hoped that she wouldn't begin to 'preach' to him about the Force. Krath, how he despised those people.

Deacon began to cut up his steak but out of manners, wasn't going to take a bite and start eating until the young lady across from him then. Religious nut she may be, but a lady she still was. He was still Deacon Nash regardless, having his own beliefs and manners that he held. Thinking for a few moments, he took his time before answering, "You answered them well enough a'right, but those answers have only led me to other questions." He added after a moment, "And yes, I'd be happy to answer more of your questions if you have any."

He stuck his fork into a bite-sized piece of the meat, having ensured to trap a portion of onion and mushroom atop it with a string of melted cheese draped around the sides. Lifting it up, he was about to begin with a small speech of his own inquiring how the Force could be so powerful, yet allow so many people to taint and misjudge its will and use. He wanted to ask what good it had done the Jedi in battle with the Republic against the Hutts. It hadn't. They'd lost.

Instead of either of those, he decided to go down a different path. "How has the will of the Force brought you contentment Blythe? Sitting here, now. To me, it doesn't seem as though you're happy with you're life at this point... and honestly, I don't think you're ever going to be... what with your belief in the will of the Force and looking to the Jedi or the Bogan for answers." He wasn't entirely sure about her being happy with her life right now or not, but he decided to take a gamble and go with it. He wanted to make a point here, and hopefully he would. Hopefully.

He wanted to take a bite, the one before him that he'd been waving about on his fork as he spoke, teasing his own self with, but he couldn't, not until she took a bite. Deke went on further, "You need to find what makes -you- happy and stick with that." He offered a playful wink as he added, "And if that's sitting here with me, now, enjoying good food, good drink, and good company; then so be it and let's live it up eh? I don't think you'll find that in either Order though, contentment that is. Seems to me that neither one of them is about contentment and enjoying life. Not from what I've observed anyway; not that that's much."

Smiling warmly, he ended it all with, "I'm certainly happy though, just sitting here with you. Is that not enough? It is for me. I'm perfectly content to just gaze into those captivating blue eyes of yours, sharing our thoughts and feelings as we converse over dinner." Holding his gaze for a few moments, he finally broke it as he looked to her plate, gesturing with his fork as he commented, "Now take a bite of your food so I can eat too." With a throated chuckle that was just barely audible, he tried to end his piece lightly and with a bit of humor to ease up on the heaviness of it all. He had wanted to say more, but then again, now he regretted some of what he said already. Was it too early for this kind of conversation? Probably... well... yes. It was. Krath damnit...

Truth be told though, this very well could be a last ditch effort for him. If her response indicated that she was sticking to her guns on her belief in the will of the Force and all that jazz, then he would probably just give up on any hopes he had of this turning into a meaningful friendship. That didn't mean that they couldn't do business together, but that would most certainly be the extent of it... at least until she changed her ways, because as sure as bantha crap, Deacon wasn't going to change his.

Funny how those who could use the Force believed all this mystic mumbo-jumbo about it and how powerful it was, how it had a will, how it was the center of all the universe; yet somehow, those same people couldn't agree on how to use it properly, which ideals were right, what the Force -really- wanted, nor did it seem to really matter in the big scheme of things, as he interpreted had happened at the conclusion of the Hutt War four years ago. Whatever. It was what it was.

Hopefully this didn't turn into an all out argument. Deacon had taken a stance though, and now it was time for Blythe to figure out where she stood... or at least inform Deacon of it. He found himself hoping that she would let it go and give him a chance. This force thing was too over-rated. WAY too over-rated.

"Seger Goran, Mercenary, since you both seem keen now handing out titles. Now what brings both of you to this cantina?"

*Seger took another gulp of his drink, draining the glass, and he filled it again from the bottle he had took him the bar.*

She watched as Deacon slumped after her answers, raising a eyebrow at the reaction. Had something bugged him? Maybe she said too much.

He then started to talk about the will of the force. How did this happen? She had come here to get away from exactly what she was now facing; the doubts about it, and everything. Of course she wasn't happy or content. But that didn't seem to matter. From one master to the other, Blythe had skipped through life feeling as though she had very little control over it all. That was why she believed in the will of the force, and not chaos as taught in the Bogan. It was easier to accept.

"You need to find what makes -you- happy and stick with that."

What did make her happy? She thought on this, until Deacon winked at her, which had her turning her head to one side with a flush of pink across her cheeks. Although as he continued talking she was starting to tune out, her thoughts drifting away from the meal and Deacon, escaping to passing irrelevant sounds, smells, ripples in the force, and people in the room. It was possible her crystal blue eyes fell blank again, matching her facial expression that was wiped clean of all emotion.

It wasn't long till she snapped back to the conversation, though. "I'm certainly happy though, just sitting here with you. Is that not enough? It is for me. I'm perfectly content to just gaze into those captivating blue eyes of yours, sharing our thoughts and feelings as we converse over dinner."

She was a little taken aback by what he had said. It would be better if she didn't say anything about this part, she thought. However, deep down she still clung to the thought's she had before about Deacon.

Following his gesture to her plate, Blythe let her gaze fall down to her welcoming looking meal. With a sigh, that was more quiet, timid, then aggressive, she mumbled something, "Deacon..." It was said more to herself. Some amount of time passed before she brought a single piece of pasta to her lips, taking a bite. It somehow tasted sweet to her, a bit refreshing. Taking her time, she finished what was on her fork before lowering it to the table, tapping it once against another piece but leaving it there.

"I've always been on the fence about it all - the Jedi, the Bogan." Maybe she wasn't being exactly clear about herself, but she figured he already knew she was a Bogan. "...I had come here to get away from these thoughts." She added then continued, "Yet here you are confronting me with them." A forced fake laugh accompanied her words, then ended with a long sigh fueled by stress. With that out of the way, she brought her fork back up and took a bite again, but she had sort of lost her appetite.

Taking note of this she put her fork back down a second later, "Let's change the subject?" He had said she could ask a question, although this was more of a request.

Too far too fast Deacon. Too frickin' far and fast. Too deep y'moron. You pushed the envelope, and now look where it got you. Fan-freaking-tastic. Deacon hadn't just pushed the envelope, he jammed it forward. Taking a firm stance and attempting to force her to take one as well, or at least make a decision. She wasn't ready for that though, it was clear. He'd lost her playfulness too. In her running, he had slapped her across the face with the very same thing she was trying to escape.

Nicely done.... idiot. He scolded himself inwardly, though did his best not to show it. Deke noted that it took her a bit to take a bite. Not wanting to just dig in right away, he held his fork as he turned his head slightly to one side, gaze focused on her as he listened intently. He'd played his cards poorly. Very poorly. Lost his cool and played the fool. Great. Though how was he to know she was a force user? It was a gamble of a guess that he'd won, but at what cost? Finally she took her second bite, to which Deacon finally ate his first.

When she lowered her fork to the side of her plate, he knew the meal was over. Krath, and he was still hungry. With a mental sigh, he put his own fork down and clasped his left hand around his right fist, elbows set on the table as he rested his chin against his index fingers, sitting atop his thumbs. Gaze searching her features, Deacon replied a bit quietly, in a gentle, perhaps comforting tone, "My apologies Blythe. It's not my place to challenge your beliefs in such a manner." Quirking an eyebrow, he further inquired, "Will you forgive me for it?"

He didn't like to admit that he had been wrong, but truth be told, he found himself to be clearly in the wrong. Why had he felt so strong a need to challenge her beliefs? Were his feelings that strong already? How could they be? They'd only -just- met!! Taking a deep, soothing breath, Deke went on, "What would you like to discuss? The wonders of swoop bike racing? The state of the Galactic Republic? Gang violence in the Iron Works and its effects on the price of spice on Kessel?" He grinned playfully as he continued to eye her, a bit mischievously at that. He hoped that perhaps, just perhaps, he could recover the situation.

Eyebrow raising as his face lit up a bit, "Ah, I've got it. What do you like t'do in your free time? What are your favorite hobbies? Past times? Is there anyplace on Coruscant that you'd like to see? Perhaps the Manarai Mountains? Walk about the Monument Plaza? Perhaps take go skinny-dipping in the Great Western Sea?" Whatever mischievous look he had on his face before, doubled with that last suggestion. He was trying hard to pull her back out of the slump he had just put her in. Very hard. But would it work? He could only hope...

Would she forgive him? "Hmm.."

Lifting a hand to the air, she loosely balled it into a fist before raising up her pointer finger. Twisting her wrist in one circular motion quickly, she reached out with the force, wrapping it around the stings(?) holding Deacon's amulet. She was attempting to give it a very subtle tug. It was the first show of her power, only but to bring both that and the amulet back to attention. "If you take off your amulet - at least for a little bit - maybe." Blythe replied. She wasn't exactly being playful, but she was showing her curiosity in him, and willingness to move on. "Don't get me wrong, it's not a demand. It's just...you probably won't understand even if I explain, but it's disturbing not to truly know you..." Trying her hardest to make him understand, she attempted to pull her thoughts together and clarify her point, "Know how you feel through the force."

Watching his expressions Blythe gave very faint smirks in return to Deacons. By the end of his last comment she gave a huff, but her smirk hadn't gone away. "Crafting of course, battling and studying. Though that's not limited to reading. I enjoy going out on the field and seeing things for myself." An idea came to her mind, and she pondered on it for a couple seconds, "As dangerous as the Toazin is, I think I'd be willing to try to take one down in some sort of exploration trip. The thrill of the fight would be amazing, but the reward would be even more so." Then she made a point to comment on Deacon's question about seeing places on Coruscant, "I'm not sure I'd enjoy just walking around looking at buildings or mountains, unless they had rare ores, crystals or other such things to extract."

Perhaps she could move on from Deacon's bit of a outburst. If anything, from that, she knew she could be more open to him. It wasn't like he had flipped out about her being force sensitive, or ran off to the Jedi. Heck, he didn't even seem to be scared of her. That was good - she knew that she herself was dangerous, and that some might fear her enough to go into flight or fight mode in her presence.

There she went again, focusing her attention back on his Krath-damned amulet. Using the Force, obviously, she had somehow managed to get a hold of the amulet strapped across his chest, or at least the strap. Sure, the thing made him invisible in the Force, but if they saw it, apparently they could manipulate it. At least she hadn't forcibly ripped it off of him. That was a plus... kinda. Why was it so damned important for her to 'feel' him in the Force anyway? Deke didn't like the idea of removing it. Not one bit. Sure, he had pushed the conversation a little far just a moment ago, but here she was, right back at focusing on the Force again, or in this case, the lack of utilizing it to read him.

Laying a hand over his amulet, he replied, "This here protects my mind an' thoughts from folks like you. Affords me privacy so you can't dig around in my head. Now I can't dig around in yours, but yet you want to infiltrate mine? That hardly seems fair now Blythe, does it? If that's the price I mus' pay t'keep here in your presence... then I'm not willin' t'pay it. You're right though, it is a bit disturbing not to truly know someone you're interested in, just like I don't truly know you; yet you want that of me where it's no longer a matter of trust or sharing, but rather a verification and a taking."

Continuing, he went on, "I mean, whatever I want to know about you, I mus' ask an' trus' tha' you'll tell me straight, but if I remove this, then tha' takes all manner of trust out of this relationship, at least on your behalf. Gives you the upper ground so t'speak." Shaking his head lightly, he went on, "Sorry Blythe, I'm not ready t'reveal tha' sort of vulnerability an' openess t'you. I'm jus' not. I -much- prefer th' equal groun' tha' we're on righ' now." Now he'd truly lost his appetite as well. Krath-damnit!! And it was a damn-good steak that sat there before him. Her lasagna looked good as well and now it too would go to waste. Frickin' A...

Why had he gotten so hopeful in the first place? Never should've vested so much feeling into the first meeting. CHANCE meeting at that. It started off with her interest in his talisman, and now, it seemed it would end right back at it. Guess that would teach him a lesson. In response to her remarks about seeing places on Coruscant, Deacon replied rather flatly, "Monument Plaza is the only place on Coruscant where you can actually touch the bare rock of the planet. Only place. The floating restaurants about the mountains are exceptionally nice, both in cuisine and in the view; as are the resorts on the floating islands of the Great Western Sea. If you're into enjoying some of the simpler things."

Seemed like this was it. The winding down of what could've been. Turning it over into business-mode, Deacon finally added, "If you'd like, I can put you together a small strike team to take down a Taozin. I have a few contacts that I know could be of some assistance if you're serious about such an undertaking." He glanced back over across the few tables, past the Quermians, do where the Jedi were still sitting. Least they hadn't moved. Refocusing his gaze back on Blythe, he furrowed his brow in thought, at least as much of it as he could considering the metal. How he could've liked her, he thought to himself. Could've. She was just too hung up on this whole Force thing though. Too hung up.

Seemed she didn't like to be denied either, since that's exactly what his amulet did. Just then, the waitress came back by, inquiring if she could get them anything more. Deacon nodded lightly, just barely giving her enough attention as he replied, "Yeah, I'll have another Starshine Surprise." May as well. He was getting to where he wanted to drink this night off. Even the Jedi were beginning to lose interest as his thoughts wandered. For a few moments, he found himself debating if he'd be the same way if he were in her shoes, with the ability to use the Force. Would he be all confused over Jedi versus Bogan thrown in with the will of the Force? Or would he just live wild and free as he was right now?

Who knows. He didn't draw that straw in life. Apparently fate hadn't seen him as fitting or worthy of touching such a power as the Force. To shame. He could've had some exceptional fun with that. Exceptional fun. "You still good on yer water?" Deacon asked Blythe before the waitress was able to slip away. Just because the potential for a good friendship had gone nearly to zero, didn't mean that he had to be a rude-ass to her. Offering a light, half-smile, he quirked an eyebrow as he inquired. Inside though, he felt a hint of sorrow... maybe more. Again, to shame.