It would be a cold day on Mustafar before Aaisha was going to miss a Crimson Dawn party. While the Morganian had largely been laying low since the heist on Indupar, she’d kept a presence in her usual circles - and had thus received the invite from Nymeria to the private beach. It was certainly a good opportunity to rub shoulders with some of her fellow Syndicate members.
At one point or another, Aaisha had found herself behind the beachside bar - slinging drinks for party goers just like she did at Afterlife. She was dressed in a pair of high-waisted, black pants and a matching blazer - alongside a mesh blouse underneath. Her dark hair was parted to the left and cascaded down her shoulder, revealing the tattoos that lined the right side of her shaved scalp.
Her golden eyes flicked across the beach - quietly surveying those who had arrived. There were a few familiar faces amongst the crowd. She’d worked with Mars on a few occasions and rather enjoyed the Slicer’s company, and had fought with Covax during that Zann nonsense. Of course, it didn’t take long for Aaisha’s gaze to settle upon the silver-eyed richie and.. Some motherfucker straight out of a budget mafia Holo.
Aaisha watched the exchange for a few moments, lips pursed together. Someone was about to get dropped, and the Morganian pretty confidently put her credits on the man with a reputation.
“Wouldn’t be a Dawn party if someone didn’t get a Bounty put on their head,” The Morganian said smoothly, sliding a few more shots across the counter for the group. Her golden eyes flicked towards Mars, offering the Slicer a small wiggle of her fingers. “Long time no see.”
Aaisha’s attention flicked over to Ezra as he approached the bar, flashing him a fanged smile. If she caught the resemblance whatsoever, it didn't manifest externally. “Care to join in?” She asked, sliding a shot glass across the counter and towards wherever Ezra was sitting.
At one point or another, Aaisha had found herself behind the beachside bar - slinging drinks for party goers just like she did at Afterlife. She was dressed in a pair of high-waisted, black pants and a matching blazer - alongside a mesh blouse underneath. Her dark hair was parted to the left and cascaded down her shoulder, revealing the tattoos that lined the right side of her shaved scalp.
Her golden eyes flicked across the beach - quietly surveying those who had arrived. There were a few familiar faces amongst the crowd. She’d worked with Mars on a few occasions and rather enjoyed the Slicer’s company, and had fought with Covax during that Zann nonsense. Of course, it didn’t take long for Aaisha’s gaze to settle upon the silver-eyed richie and.. Some motherfucker straight out of a budget mafia Holo.
Aaisha watched the exchange for a few moments, lips pursed together. Someone was about to get dropped, and the Morganian pretty confidently put her credits on the man with a reputation.
“Wouldn’t be a Dawn party if someone didn’t get a Bounty put on their head,” The Morganian said smoothly, sliding a few more shots across the counter for the group. Her golden eyes flicked towards Mars, offering the Slicer a small wiggle of her fingers. “Long time no see.”
Aaisha’s attention flicked over to Ezra as he approached the bar, flashing him a fanged smile. If she caught the resemblance whatsoever, it didn't manifest externally. “Care to join in?” She asked, sliding a shot glass across the counter and towards wherever Ezra was sitting.