The Zeltron, Koren, was attractive enough... Definitely much like the sort she'd gallivanted with on Coruscant from time to time. Still, she wasn't sure what the ramifications for sleeping with someone you work with were... especially when your work is generally sunk in the seedy underbelly of the Galaxy where people often shoot at you for messing with their [i]shab[/i]. Being emotionally attached to someone in that profession could be a serious liability... Granted, it might help that he seemed pretty empty in the personality department. Maybe being personally attached wouldn't ever be a problem. Being on the fence about a man made for much harder decisions when sober, so she decided to follow him to the crew lounge and have a drink or four. After all, they still had eight hours of hyperspace left, and she had already noted a nice little stock of powdered Zeltron liver left among her things, (Something that was highly illegal and probably needed to be hidden better, even though it was usually donated and not killed for since they had regenerative livers) which she could always take a dose or two of if she really needed to sober up.
Many people didnt know that Zeltrons livers were highly advanced, and that they had two of them. Because of this, they often used their endowment to their advantage. Adding that to their uncanny ability to excrete hormonal cocktails that were outragiously enticing, and it made them very good pick up artists in pubs. It also made them ruthless business dealers and gamblers, using drink as a way to slight major businessmen and crime lords. Investing hundreds of creds in good drink and making off with tens of thousands later. All in all, they were a very well evolved species. And powdered Zeltron liver was a good remedy for intoxication. Either that, or the drunks thought it was, either way. healthy stuff, really good for your body in general by cleansing toxins from just about anything.
Null believed in the stuff. And she definitely beleived in Corellian Whiskey. So she was hoping this pirate [i]fierfek[/i] had an ounce of patriotism.
And several hundred ounces of good drink.
Especially since that gungan with the engine sludge wasn't really making her want to share the bottle...