Fingers flicked out, moving in a mesmerizing, familiar pattern. Thick, laminated paper whispered across the surface of the crude table, a swirling design of green and gold catching the light.

Arrayed around the beaten metal semi-circle was a motley assortment of mechanics and engineers - grease stained coveralls with tools and parts in every pocket, the hallmarks of their craft. Here in the belly of the Challenger, few wandered down to the levels they inhabited if they didn't have to.

And she, she didn't have to.

She wanted to.

Yolie flicked a crimson lock from her cheek with a careless touch, sparing a moment to sigh as the players glance to the cards now in their hands. It was a soft, imperceptible sound that she hid beneath a shuffle of the cards that remained before her. The deck flew between her fingers, ignoring gravity as she bid them back and forth. A smile curled her glossy lips as she spread her hands wider and concentrated to make the cards twirl before falling neatly into place once more.

"I'm out." growled Dax, a human SpecForce soldier who often came down to play when she was dealing.

She grinned and tugged his cards away through a touch of the Force, setting them in the discard pile. Another player piped up and requested an extra card which she slid across the table to him in short order. Dark eyes cast across the players, winking at Dax, before continuing through the rest of the room. As if she were guilty of...something.

Which, if Yolie was to be honest, she was. Guilty of skipping out on her lessons and classes in favor of dealing sabacc, which violated her promise to Inyos. But sometimes, the young woman just couldn't help herself.

Besides.

Illicit was fun.