"Or what, you're going to teach us a lesson? Go on, then. I hate your kind anyways, sticking your nose in other peoples' business."

She. Sighs, refuses to get into a fight right now. She reaches for Atton, to the warm, flowing energy within him.

"My husband was a solider, you don't want to get into a fight with him, not over a meaningless drunken squabble."

He shivers, feeling her reach through him to the... probably mercenaries, based on their arms and armour, and attempt to influence them. 

There's a long pause, and then... The man makes a face, "Fucking hells. Fine, I'm not about to get into a firefight in the halls. Let's go, Mol," he grabs his companion's elbow, pulling him away from the situation. 

As they vanish around a corner, the sullustan turns to them and presses his hands together, bowing low, "Thank you, so much! I was completely helpless... These mercenaries have been getting worse and worse. I wish something could be done about them," he sighs. 

"I don't think you were completely helpless," she says, a little exasperated. "Your honor is not worth your life."

"Am I not allowed my pride?" He asks, clearly unhappy, "Humans like them are everywhere on this station. If I bow and scrape to them all, my life will not be worth living." 

"I dunno about that," Atton steps back a bit, tucking his arm over Sharra's shoulders, "Don't you have, what, a family or something? Wouldn't they miss you?" 

"Ah, my wife has many husbands more valuable than I," he says, "What I do with my life will have no effect on my warren-clan." 

"Well, if you're so willing to throw it away, no wonder." Okay that was mean. She sighs and tucks closer to Atton. "Stay safe. Your life and honour have worth, despite what those lowlives do with theirs."

He shakes his head, "Thank you. I will try to be more careful in the future." 

He leaves, passing them to head the opposite direction from his attackers.

"Mercenaries, huh," Atton says, once they're alone again, "Wonder if that has anything to do with those Czerka thugs."

She snuggles into his chest, the distressed wife. "Didn't realise they hired out, figured they'd have in house mercs."

Sorry about the mind trick bullshit, I've never liked the practice, but — well, you know. Getting into a fight in the middle of the entertainment district...

He nods. 

"If they're policing part of the station, I doubt their normal security can keep up. You saw how big this place is." 

"Humungous." She reaches up on her toes and gives him a soft kiss. "Buy me a drink, handsome? Maybe there's a game you can join."

"That's why we're here," he agrees. He gives her another kiss, and then turns to head into the cantina with her on his arm. 

Music, is the first thing that strikes them upon entry. A live band plays onstage at the back wall, a number of dancers performing to the music in front of them. Patrons stand around watching them, while others linger around the bar just inside to the right, and others sit at tables around the room. Past the bar there is another room, a long table filling the space with pairs playing pazaak occupying opposing seats. 

The customers are a varied mix of workers, security forces, mercenaries, and more sketchy beings, of a number of varied species. All three of the dancers are twi'lek women, and some twi'lek men and a pair of duros mingle with the humans watching them. A zeltron woman leans against the bar, flanked by a pair of gamorrean guards. Most of the other patrons are human, however, while the staff seems entirely made up of droids. 

Sharra appreciates the dancers, watching the way they move their bodies, the fluidity and technique. And also just the way they look in their costumes. She wonders what sort of training they've had. Especially the one on the right... her eyes linger on her ass.

Atton coughs, elbowing her, "You probably haven't been in a lot of places like this," he comments, looking around. 

— Sharra blinks! And looks up at him all wide-eyed innocence. "They're such good dancers! I could never move my body like that."

...he looks over at the girl she'd been staring at. 

"...yeah, I guess she's pretty good," he may, also, be staring at her ass. 

Sharra laughs and presses her face against his arm. They are a pair.

"Go find a game, I'll get us drinks. Maybe one near the back?"

He hums to himself, "Yeeah, I can do that." He spots a table near the dancers where a twi'lek man has his deck spread out, presumably sorting through his side deck options, "I'll check with him," he decides. 

Nodnodkiss. And taking his credit chit from his pocket. "Don't have too much fun without me."

"How could I have fun without you?" 

She pats his ass. "Through tremendous effort."