Meena's jaw clenched slighty when Drak declared himself as the worst Sabacc player out there. This wasn't good. She wasn't a pro herself and she knew for a fact that she would never be able to beat Vince. However, if she could distract Vince enough during the game, then perhaps there was a chance that Drak would be able to shuffle his cards secretly, even avoiding the droid's attention. "That's not enough." She whispered back at him as they were led to the game table. "You'd better do everything you can, because seducing you is the last thing I'm in the mood for right now." Meena gave Drak a quick, commanding glare before taking a seat at the table with her bantha blaster.<br/><br/>She eyed Vince carefully before looking over to the droid that was dealing the cards. It had been a while since she had sat down to watch a game of Sabacc. Shame that this one wouldn't be a proper one. In her early years on Kessel, she watched inmates play Sabacc and betting on their teeth, loose fingers or toes. Luckily this version made her much less nauseous and she actually had something pleasant to sip while observing the two men try to fool each other. Vince seemed at first quite confident, however, knowing what was at stake, Meena began to see the first signs of nervousness settle in. They were very subtle, but present nonetheless.<br/><br/>"What about you Vince?" She spoke, glancing over to Drak as she started her little distraction. "Have you found the woman of your dreams already?"<br/><br/>Vince effectively turned his attention to Meena and smirked. "No. Most women these days are so boring. Always nagging and thinking about money. Seems like no one is up for excitement anymore." He mused and examined Meena's eyes for a moment before throwing in a few credits as well. "I have to say... I'm surprised you haven't found someone yet. Perhaps there is someone for you but you just haven't told me..."<br/><br/>Meena laughed and threw her head back. "Me? Oh, Vince. Look at me, I'm not twenty anymore. I'm not perky and pretty like I used to be. I'm an ex-convinct and con artist." She smiled slightly and took a sip from her drink. "Not exactly the ideal woman, right?"<br/><br/>"Nonsense!" Vince exclaimed and shook his head. "You haven't changed a bit! Which reminds me, you must tell me about Kessel."<br/><br/>She sighed and smiled to Vince. "Oh, darling, that subject bores me to no end." Meena tilted her head. "Can't we talk about you instead? I've missed you and I just can't wait to hear everything that's happened."<br/><br/>Vince observed his cards with a focused look on his face but quickly turned back to Meena. "Fine, but tell me one thing. How did you get out? Did you seduce an officer? Break your way out? Shoot someone? I have to know!"<br/><br/>Ah, the one question that all asked, which seemed to be the key to what it had truly mean to be in Kessel for seven years. She had never spoken the truth, perhaps because she was trying to convince herself that she had got out differently, that all those things that had happened weren't really true. But there had to be a limit to how long a mind could be tricked and to what extent memories could be altered. However, today was not the day she would admit the truth.<br/><br/>"Trade secret, dear." Meena giggled and finished her bantha blaster before ordering another one.