A Date with Abrie

You let Abrie take you to a little out of the way bar in the middle of what looked like some kind of thoroughfare. It was kind of like some of those Earth Cafes that dot every mall and shopping center on the planet.

“Is this where you normally come to get a drink after work?” you ask the girl as she waltzed towards the bar. This instantly caused her to stop and stammer out a reply.

“W-well yes . . . I mean it’s okay, drinks are cheap a-and it’s not too bad of an area” she said in an attempt to convince you that her choice is valid.

“Relax, I’m not being critical, just getting to know you” You say to the girl. You are starting to realize she might have some approval issues. Striding forward, you manage to elbow your way through a small crowd of miscellaneous alien creatures in order to get to the bar, Abrie following in the wake you left behind.

“What’ll it be” the bartender grunted, some kind of four armed alien that was probably the same species as Dex from Attack of the Clones.

“I’ll take a Salliche base” Abrie replied, wedging in beside you.

“Make that two, on me” You added. The bartender merely grunted before pulling out a pair of glasses and filling them up with a liquid that kinda looked like honey but had the consistency of wine. You took a quick sip and found that it tasted kind of like a honey wine too.

Abrie led you over to a table tucked away in a corner. You sat across from her and admired her a little. She had shed her uniform which was a minor disappointment, but made up for by the outfit she had donned. Abrie had changed into a cute form-fitting crème coloured dress top, which on earth he would have assumed was made of cotton. The choker collar of the top accented her neckline well, and the short sleeves showed off most of her arms, the crème colour of her top subtly complementing her naturally pale skin. The buttons running the length of her top stopped just short of the hem, below which Abrie was still wearing her tight work uniform trousers, though these now vanished into a pair of matte black fitted boots just below her knees.

“So tell me about yourself?” you asked Abrie who promptly blushed in response.

“Umm, well . . . there i-isn’t really much to tell” Abrie stammered out. “Uhh, I was born on Coruscant and uhh, lived my whole life here” she added. You smiled at the cutie and, feeling a little brazen, you decide to slide your chair next to hers. Abrie gave the most adorable squeak you had ever heard as you clinked your chair against hers, causing your arms to brush. “W-w-what a-about you?” She asked, trying to keep the conversation going despite the fact that her voice had gotten a few octaves higher.

“Well, I’m actually pretty new to Coruscant . . . only arrived today as a matter of fact” You say to the blushing girl, whom you note has snuggled into you just a little.

“O-oh” Abrie replied. “What planet are you from?” she asked

“Oh, it’s a lightly populated world in the middle of nowhere, basically on the outer rim” You reply, this was kinda true considering earth’s position in it’s own galaxy. “The people are so xenophobic though, enough that most utterly refuse space travel of any kind, not even to exploit the resources in our own system” you continue. This was also true, from a certain point of view. While you were speaking, you placed your hand on Abrie’s thigh which caused another squeak from the girl.

“H-hah, s-sounds lovely” she stammered trying to flash you a smile but being too distracted by the physical content.

Time flowed as you and Abrie chatted, occasionally getting up for another drink. Fortunately, the drinks the two of you were consuming were relatively light, but you made sure you weren’t going to get drunk any time soon. You carried the conversation by telling Abrie about some of the peculiarities of earth, while she attempted to stammer out tales of her own life. This was made difficult for her by you constantly stroking her thigh or whispering into her neck.

“W-w-would you l-like to go back to my place?” Abrie asked, surprising both you and her, if her blush was any indication. It seems that at some point, the blushing, insecure girl had realized what you wanted out of this date.