"Harmless" Adventures with the Bad Batch

IS THAT A WEED!?

"Now what is a doll as young as you doing here?" the twi'lek asked, smirking.

'Kriff I hope I wasn't staring,' Abby thought.

"Just celebrating a successful mission with my team," she replied, pointing her thumb to the table that the other Bad Batchers were seated at.

"The table in the back with four clones at it?" the twi'lek asked, following her hand gesture.

"That's them," she nodded.

"They look like a tough bunch," he remarked.

"They are, but deep down they're all softies," Abby snickered.

"So, what are you then? I mean, you clearly aren't a Jedi; no lightsaber, no robes. You an intelligence officer of sorts?" the twi'lek asked, with the smirk still dancing across his face. 

 His expression made Abby's heart skip a beat. She had never really had an interest in guys, or girls either.  She had always been too busy as a bounty hunter and later on with the war to really think about having a relationship with someone. But there seemed to be something different about the man that seemingly just appeared in front of her. 

'Calm yourself, me. Just because there is an incredibly attractive guy literally right in front of you, doesn't mean that you have to freak out.  Kriff, what is happening to me?'

"I'm just a simple bounty hunter who ended up required by a clone squadron in a strange twist of fate," Abby answered, returning the young man's smirk with one of her own.

"You seem a little young for that, doll," the twi'lek chuckled. "You can't be older than eighteen."

"You're right about that, I'm nearly seventeen," Abby laughed slightly. The Twi'lek was about to say something else when the bartender approached the two.

"What can I get for you?" he asked Abby, leaning against the bar.

"Thirty Jawa juice shots, and a root beer.  Nonalcoholic on that one," she told the bartender, passing him the handful of credits. He didn't question her age, which was surprising, but stepped away and began preparing the drinks.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name," Abby said, turning her attention back to the twi'lek.

"That's because I didn't throw it," he said with his devilish grin, causing Abby's heart to speed up again. This man was charming her to pieces and she couldn't stand it. 

'You better digest those butterflies this instant, me, before you screw this up.'

"The name is Ander Garciez. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner," the blue twi'lek stated, sticking his hand out for Abby to shake.

"Since I haven't properly introduced myself either, I'm Abby, Abby Haywood." she said, accepting his handshake.  Upon contact she could feel his toughly calloused hands, telling her that he did heavy work.

"So, tell me, Abby, where are you from?" Ander asked, striking up another convention.

"Born on Mandalore and stayed there until I was thirteen. Then, I lived on Batuu until I was sixteen. But, I have been traveling with my team to wherever we have a job for about a year now," Abby answered.

"Sounds like you have seen a lot of places then. Batuu is pretty far out, the very edge of the galaxy in fact," Ander said thoughtfully.

"It sure is! But it's a good place to find smuggling jobs and it's away from the war for the most part, so that's where my former bounty hunters' guild was based," Abby explained.