Minabi for once doesn't just look sleepy, she is a little sleepy. Purple skin catches and reflects light as a hand settles over scantily clad heavily endowed breasts, a simple black night shift that can barely be called a shirt draped over Minabi's shoulders. Hanging almost completely open, it covers her breasts just to the nipples, leaving plenty of underboob and luscious flesh exposed, including the entirety of her cleavage, two simple black strings tied across her breasts to hold the short sleeved 'top' of shimmery black in place. Simple sheer black panties, with see-through black frill in a tiny 'skirt' around her hips, cover her full ass and wide hips, and a single black bandolier holds her weaponry tonight as the yawning Togruta steps out of the hallway leading to their shared room.
Sienn waves her hand with a laugh, "Well, good, both of you picked up on that." She leans on the bar tracing her finger across the surface in random patterns, "Oh, all sorts of guns. I could probably pull of the heavy firepower out and-" She trails off, blinking as Minabi steps into view. She stares for a moment, jaw hanging open, "...wow."
Minabi wanders across the room with heavy-lidded jade green eyes settling idly on Lei with a somewhat lusty, but definitely not all there, smile on her slightly pouty dark purple lips. Her lift hand idly rubbing at one of her two lekku draped over her shoulders, the Togruta femme who's been a little hard to catch as of late makes her way over to the bar, ignoring other glances tossed her way for tonight as she settles down onto her usual stool near the end of the bar, plush lips pursing and the bare skin of the bottoms of her breasts resting lightly on the bartop. "...Mmm... the usual, Lei..." said in the usual slightly thick, 'smoky' lusty voice. Minabi glances idly to the staring Sienn out of the corner of her gaze, just smiling as she idly rubs at her lekku, now starting to listen to the rest of the bar as Lei fixes up that usual uber thick blue drink. ...Maybe Minabi's been doing glit again?
Ferroh shifts his gaze to the Togruta walking in and he raises a brow and clears his throat some before he looks down, contemplating the look of his refilled cup of caf. The Cathar does give a friendly nod in Minabi's direction though, being civil in the least.
Girov doesn't seem too distracted. He grins at Jac, though. "You might even persuade me to bust out my baby." He grins widely, cracking his knuckles. "He's a very special gun. And I love him. He's gotten me out of more jams than I can remember."
"Ohh... big guns are a must! Everyone knows that." She grins, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. Her grin turns to a puzzled frown as Sie is momentarily distracted. "Hmm? What?" Her head turns about, eventually spying... "Hello, officer. No, I meant to let my friend's jaw hit the bartop." Not bad. Not usually something she'd think while sober, but she's getting to that 'feel good' point of the evening. After a moment, she shakes herself awake again. "Hm? Baby gun?" She grins after a moment of thought. "What kind of gun, might I ask?"
Sienn hastily recovers herself, eying the Togruta out of the corner of her eye for a moment, before she returns her full attention back to her two friends, "Where was I...? Oh, yeah. Girov here has his favorite guns. Me? I've probably got an E-web broken down in the cargo hold somewhere..."
Girov grins and blows on his fingers before brushing them on the opposite sleeve. "BlasTech T-9 Heavy Blaster Rifle. With some choice modifications, of course." He gives a smug little smile before turning his attention to Sienn, slugging her in the shoulder. "Open your mouth wider, you might catch some flies..."
Minabi doesn't glance Ferroh's way, but there's probably a significant number of reasons for that. No doubt Minabi has heard about the local Jedi that has wandered in and begun harassing her beloved. It went without saying that she didn't want to pay too much attention to that one 'yet.' Not when she was in such a good mood. No... for now, the barely-dressed togruta, fresh from sleep and feeling good, watches Sienn with a warm smile on her face, before her gaze wanders over to Girov, listening to the talk about modifying blasters. Something she, as an tinkerer, is 'very' familiar with, of course. Her hand leaves her lekku to settle on one bare thigh now as Minabi glances to the glass set before her, full of that thick, turquoise 'drink' she favors so often. How she swallows the thick stuff down is anyone's guess.
"Heh. Good to hear; there's always something a little off with a brand new blaster, hm?" She nods, patting the one hanging off of her shoulder. "So... do you lot keep an armory or something hidden in your ship-thing?" She's getting more vague. Must be the drink. "A small army, perhaps?"
Sia ventures into the cantina now, arriving from the outside for a change. Apparently, she had been out and about on the station and, also for a change, she was not carrying a datapad. She was still dressed the same way though, albeit on closer inspection, one might see that there seemed to be a few less bandages tied around her ample chest, thus giving hints and peeks of creamy white skin beneath and the skirt seemed just that little bit shorter, exposing just a hint more of that rounded, jiggly rear. The Sith peers around the room slowly for a moment but even though she does not immediately settle her gaze on Minabi, her steps take her towards her beloved without a fault. She would nod to Lei with a faint, brief, light smile as she arrived while the Twi'lek barmaid began mixing up her usual.
Sienn hisses at Girov and hits him back with a mock scowl, "Shhh, you. I'm allowed to admire a pretty woman wearing nothing but lingerie, aren't I?" That said, she glances back at Minabi and waggles her fingers at her with a small grin. "Anyway... weaponry! And now, we're not an army. Like I said, I just supply armies..."
Ferroh glances notice the Sith woman moving towards the Togruta and glances to the others as talk about weaponry. He takes another sip of his caf, and keeps his eyes focused to his tabletop, his breathing calm, measured.
Girov chuckles. "There's a war on, or haven't you heard? Sith and the Repubs are busy blowing themselves to hell and back. We're a completely legit business, really. We run weapons to whoever pays for 'em. Business is good these days." He prods Sienn, smirking. "No. No you are not allowed at all. In fact, you have to be a nun for the rest of your life."