Garen

(We are at a wild night clubs that fill the upper levels of Corusaunt. Flashing lights, blaring music, bare Twi’leks, the whole deal.) After a couple of minutes of just sipping my drink and eyeing the stranger, I decide to get it over with and go talk to them. I walk over to you. Evening The best thing I can think to do is say a cheesy pick up that hopefully is so stupid you’ll laugh. I’m kinda pretty, and you’re cute, together we be pretty cute… I laugh nervously, and look up at you.