Open Social Ain't No Party Like a Sith Party

[Cairo Kisufi]

Their handshake went off successfully, showing their power of companionship and too much time spent practicing a handshake to their comrades. "Ohhhh word, I didn't realize someone had finally taken ya." His eyes flicked back to Veles. He couldn't tell what terms they were on. He was a Sith Lord, so he naturally looked down on the people around him; maybe the weird vibes weren't personal? More attributed ? If he didn't like Cairo, he likely would've killed him by now. Cairo shrugged. It was good enough.

He prepared to respond fully to Altair, as a woman with supermodel good looks and a charmingly, disarmingly blunt attitude strode and dragged Altair to the dance floor. People always acted so extra around Altair, goddamn. Not two seconds in and Adaya had sought him ought, just as Vahliri was making her way to him. Like sharks when they smell blood. It was an almost scary amount of admiration or terror he could so readily produce out of people.

"Bro! Take some wildfire! BE COOL!" Cairo tossed a small vial to Altair, offering him a destructively fun evening should he choose to pursue it. Cairo had done a...fair amount over the last few weeks. It was beginning to take a toll. But hey, it was a party tonight, right?

Cairo smirked when Malou came up to him, touching his shoulder. His eyes briefly shot to her hand, then to her dress, then to her smile. Damn. And then she and Veles started to...flirt? Damn. Had he missed a memo? Everyone was so on each other tonight! "'Sup, Malou?" She had a habit of appearing at his high points. From their adventure on Denon to the party bus on G'wenee, she had proven herself a good time. He hoped she would inspire another exciting night tonight.

Veles appeared with some shots. Cairo knocked them - maybe he was as fucking cool as Altair thought. And then, suddenly, someone new appeared - asking him to dance. It was a no brainer. "Yeah. Let's dance." He looked back at Malou with a grin. "Talk to you soon."

He grabbed her hand to pull her into the cluster of people surrounding the dance floor. They parked at a particularly busy corner of the dance floor, as the spice, booze, and general vibe began to loosen him up. It was so loud, he had to lean in and practically yell to communicate. "I'm Cairo."

The song changed to a bassy, hypnotic sound as Cairo began to find himself in the music. He loved to dance, and it showed; after a moment spent grooving to the beat of the song, he reached for her hand again, to pull her into the rhythm with him.

@Sreeya @lizziie @Phoenix @vamp

 

[Trace]

She grinned sheepishly in the direction of the Sith Lord as the young man accepted her offer, trying to slip off into the crowd before she was strangled or something like that. These Sith parties always ended in bloodshed she heard, and she'd really like to avoid it being her blood.

So back into the crowd she melted, but this time with a partner alongside her. She could just barely make out his name over the sound of the music.

Like the ancient Korriban city?! she asked, thinking the name sounded familiar. Probably just a coincidence, and, she realized moments later, a question he probably got asked all the time.

Rather than let things become awkward or weird, she threw herself into dancing, raising her arms up in the air and letting her body move she maneuvered around him, brushing up against him here and there and now noting that the thin layer of her clothes was all that separated them and the heat of his skin was right up against her shirt.

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

"Oh, no problem. I wouldn't have just left you there," Malou laughed awkwardly as she lifted a hand to scratch the back of her head. She was about to ask if Anai and Vahliri had come together, but before she could, an acolyte she didn't recognize strutted up and introduced himself. She took a sip of her drink, then smiled and said, "I don't think we've met either. Malou, you?"

Then, Cairo addressed her, so anything Alexios might say after fell on thin air. Her grin returned, and she opened her mouth to ask if he wanted to dance, but someone beat her to it. Malou withdrew her hand and watched as Trace and Cairo walked off, a mixture of emotions causing a small frown to weigh on her lips. Whatever. She'd seek him out later after that girl was—

Wait, is that another Miralukan? Malou's Sight followed them as they went off, taking note of the blindfold around the girl's eyes. Oh my god? Any pangs of jealousy she felt were replaced by pure curiosity and the desire to meet said girl at some point. Malou made a mental note of that for now, then turned her attention to Veles.

She could feel the warmth return to her face as she recalled their very recent awkward exchange. Despite originally meaning temperature hot, he also just looked good. Malou adjusted the precarious front of her dress, then snatched a drink from the bar with a quick flick of her wrist and made her way closer to where Veles stood. Not before waving a hand at Vahliri, motioning for her to move with her.

"Hey!" Malou had to raise her voice a little to let it ring above the crowd. She slid on over, twisting through people until she was closer. He would feel her eyes on him as she studied him through her Sight. "Some party huh?" she laughed. They'd talked about going to a club together before, right? This was pretty close to that. "I'm ready to get fucked up and on the dancefloor." The sooner the better, really. Drugs, alcohol...anything to get rid of the nerves buzzing under her skin.

That being said, she could already feel the warmth of her drink in her body. She rolled back her shoulders and adjusted her top again, then took a drink. "Is this usually what you wear to parties?" she asked again, her Sight studying him once again. He looked good, but a part of her felt like he was a little overdressed. A thought briefly crossed her mind, followed by reddened skin.

Malou shook her head free of the thought. Alcohol inspired too much confidence in her sometimes.

"Are you gonna show me any dance moves tonight?" she asked instead, a grin tugging at her lips. She wasn't going to wait around for Cairo to get done with whoever he was with. There were others she'd be more than happy to pull onto the dancefloor.

tags: @Tom @Altaris @vamp @Versok

 

[Darth Tempest]

It didn’t take long for the bartender to return, lining up pair of shots across the bar in front of Vahliri. Flashing Malou and Anai a confident smirk, the half-Sephi reached out and threw each one back one after the other - grimacing as the familiar burn of alcohol went down her throat. It was only then that she turned to glance at Malou again, her lips tugging wide as she eyed the Miralukkan.

“You like it?” She gestured down to the dress, doing a bit of a half-turn. “Felt right for the occasion.” The half-Sephi glanced back to the bar, swiping a glass from the counter before looking back to Malou. “You always look stunning.”

With that, Vahliri finally turned to address the other people who joined them at the bar - her eyes naturally gravitating towards the tiefling - her smile tugging a bit wider when she met his violet gaze. “Looking good, Altair.” There was a faint bit of redness to her cheeks as she spoke. “You should rock the tank more often.” Her gaze lingering for a few seconds before shifting to the Morellian. “Heya Cairo,” She flashed him a smile - the Morellian always a welcome sight.

Vahliri only then turned to address the actual Sith Lord amongst them. She stiffened ever-so-slightly as she looked at the pure Sephi, her mind immediately going back to her interactions with that Champion back on Dromund Kaas. She offered him a quick tilt of her head, eyes downcast for a moment. “My Lord.”

Perhaps the Sith Lord was as chill as Altair implied. Or perhaps the Tiefling simply hadn’t witnessed the usual prejudice that was directed at her kind.

Either way, Vahliri didn’t linger on him much after that. Instead, her eyes rapidly flicked towards the dancefloor - still feeling that itch to let loose and groove to the music. She glanced back towards Altair, only to spot Aadya making her way over at the same time. The half-Sephi watched as the Firrerreo cut in and immediately zeroed in on the tiefling, practically dragging him towards the dancefloor.

The half-Sephi’s fluted ears immediately flattened towards her skull a bit, her fingers tightening onto the stem of her glass. She felt that familiar twinge of jealousy in the pits of her stomach, her mind immediately going back to the party bus and the Pantoran who had essentially done the same thing. And, of course, it didn’t help that Aadya was drop dead gorgeous.

She felt a spike of irritation swell up within her, and Vahliri couldn’t deny the temptation to become confrontational right then and there - to cut in and steal the Tiefling for a dance of their own, or simply lash out towards Aadya as she so often did.

Before she could, Vahliri glanced over towards Cairo and Veles - listening as they both cheered Altair on. She then glanced towards Altair, catching the look that was no doubt plastered across the Tiefling’s face at that precise moment. It was a look that caused her to hesitate to lash out - her mind immediately going back to the moment she had shoved the Tiefling backwards, or the way he was urged her not to get violent on the way to rescue Ashla.

Vahliri swallowed the lump in her throat and took a step forward, reaching out for his bicep before he was pulled off by the Firrerreo. “You owe me a dance next.” She said bluntly, her lips tugging upwards ever-so-slightly. Her gaze then quickly flicked over to Aadya, the warmth in her eyes fading a bit before she stepped back - allowing the Tiefling to ahead towards the dancefloor.

Her eyes lingered on them for a few moments before shifting back to the group, watching as Cairo was also dragged off to dance and Anai was otherwise occupied with an acolyte she didn’t recognize. That left Malou and Veles, and Vahliri didn’t hesitate to immediately turn to her Miralukkan.

She downed the rest of what was in her glass, setting it down before reaching to grab Malou’s wrist. “Come dance with me,”

 

[Veles]

Veles could not even finish his sentence to Cairo (@Fine Dining Set) before someone else came and interrupted him, a girl (@Phoenix) asking Cairo to dance. She apologized for the interruption, which was hilarious because everyone in clubs only interrupted each other. "No, no worries," he yelled back because the volume on the music had seemingly been turned up. There was not much to say, and he let the two drift off onto the dancefloor, the Sith Lord already turned around and talking to the bartender, asking for another round.

When he looked back, he noticed Malou (@lizziie) walking closer. He smiled in her direction, his pulse quickening a bit as he felt her gaze set on him through the Force, the Wildfire making him even more perceptive to her actions than usual. "And this way we don't even need to take the time to travel across half the Galaxy to go to a club," he noted, agreeing. His eyes darted down for a brief second as she rolled her shoulders and then back up to her face.

"You know what? I will." Veles reached out and grabbed her hand and was about to lead her onto the dancefloor when a voice spoke up as the half-Sephi approached and grabbed Malou's other wrist. The Sith Lord's gaze turned to her, his face harsh and intimidating before he smirked subtly, letting go of the Champion's hand.

"Seems like you're in high demand, Malou," he joked, the alcohol making him bolder. "It's up to you." There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, though that may have just been the glazed over look of someone heavily fucked up, much like everyone else there.

He wasn't going to pressure the Miraluka but he also wouldn't want to pass up the opportunity, so he simply let her choose.

 

[Altair Din]

Altair was fully prepared to add some wildfire concoctions to drinks. He barely noticed anyone else in the room, making a beeline with his devious accomplices Veles and Cairo. Really only the three of them were needed to cause some utter mayhem. However, he was quickly distracted when Vahliri approached them. He took in sight of her attire, his eyes widening as he did his very best not to look at her chest.

“Wow..” He managed to blurt out stupidly, “You look..just..wow..” And Cairo would see his buddy absolutely and completely fail to be smooth in any sense of the word. As she complimented him on his attire, he smiled sheepishly, reaching up to brush his fingers through his hair, “Thanks.. Maybe I will just for you,” He was patting himself on the back for keeping his shit together. He was actively pretending not to notice that Vahliri’s ears were rapidly extending and stretching out in weird and impossible angles as he continued to trip balls.

Altair turned to look when Aadya strolled up. He quietly muttered to Cairo, “Bro.. am I trippin’ or is that Aadya fuckin’ Rasheer walkin’ her fine ass o'er this way ‘ere,” Some of his farmer accent bled in from his pure shock. The tiefling blinked and simply stared dumbly when she first asked her question. Before he could respond, she turned to Veles and made a quip.

As Veles began to mention a line about chaperoning, Altair pretended to bump into him, his elbow jabbing lightly into the Sith Lord’s ribs to make him shut up. He couldn’t have Aadya thinking he needed chaperoning!

Without warning, Aadya grabbed onto him and dragged him away and he looked back at Cairo almost in a panic. He felt Vahliri grasp his arm and he stared at her as she spoke, “I…yeah..” He blabbered out before he was dragged away, his brain way too slow to process the sequence of events. Vahliri's face was ingrained in his mind. He would find her again no matter what.

Once on the dance floor he began to feel the rhythm. While he allowed Aadya to drag him over, he had no qualms with making moves. Especially since all the drugs and alcohol in his system gave him a boost of confidence he had no business handling. He turned to face Aadya, his arm reaching over to boldly grasp her around the waist. The tops of his fingers rested against the bare skin of her back, his elongated nails teasingly raking against her spine. Altair glanced down at her, still in disbelief of his luck. He flashed her a grin as he began to move to the beat, swaying to the rhythm and pulling her close.

“Maybe I was just waiting for you,” He said with that grin, finally answering the question she asked when she first approached.


@Logan @Fine Dining Set @Altaris @vamp

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla didn't notice the new arrival till Aadya reacted, and only then did Ashla notice the familiar face. Mowgli! She almost blurted out, but remembered that wasn't his name, it was just that stupid holodrama she always thought off on seeing him. Sol, that's what it was!

When Aadya vanished she was about to say something to him when she noticed his eyes on the Umbaran girl, and a knowing grin appeared on her face as she nudged him with an elbow. "So that's what you're into, huh?" She eyed the Umbaran again, wondering what would happen to all that body paint once she started sweating. Or was it water proof? "Want me to introduce you?" She was about to say more when she noticed the bikini-clad girl walk away, headed for the bar. She grabbed Sol's arm and started dragging him towards the bar, crossing Aadya and Altair on the way and a wide grin appearing on her face as she spotted Aadya dragging him away. But her attention was on finding Sol's painted goddess, and so she continued moving towards the bar. But when she reached the bar the grin on her face vanished, as she spotted Vahl, and realized Altair must have walked off in front of her. Well, that wasn't going to end well. She didn't know if Aadya had been the one to drag Altair away, or if Altair had asked her to dance, but she did know that Vahl might not take either well. Thankfully at the moment there seemed to be some confusion over who danced with Malou, so Vahl seemed to be distracted.

Hearing Veles, she decided that on top of being everyone's wingwoman, she was also going to be the conflict resolution expert. It was the only way to ensure that the party was a success.

"Why don't you," she interjected to hand Veles Sol's hand, "do your chapronining duty and help my friend find his naked goddess. And you two," she pointed at Malou and Vahl, "go have yourselves a dance. And I will get everyone drinks!"

@Mr. Teatime @Altaris @lizziie

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis had only been enrolled into the Sith academy for about a week, and had only just gotten her email address from the academy administration that morning. An invite to a party on her first week? Score. She had noticed that the email had come as a Send-All message so that meant somebody fucked up and were gonna have quite an expensive night.

She wasn't about to miss out on their misfortune.

A night full of free drinks was already incentive enough to go, though she was a little worried about letting loose around a bunch of Sith. On Coruscant the parties were all about who you knew, how much you drank, and who bought whose drugs. The Sith were probably the same but it was definitely a wildcard.

Ailis walked into the club wearing a slimmer version of her usual attire. She'd brought her phone, a wad of Sith credits, and a cargo pocket full of pills. A bunch of little somethings she had cooked up in her dorm room the night before. Graduating with an honors in chemistry had its perks.

Her eyes scanned the party and the people, which made her feel underdressed, yet overdressed at the same time. There were a lot of confident people at this party. That was something she had noticed about the few Sith she had met in her entry to the academy. They were all so damn confident. Or at least pretended to be. She felt nervous entering, but knew that would quickly fade.

Ailis walked over to the bar, slipping through the crowd to lean up against it next to some strung out looking dude in some 80's'abby getup. Only the hipsters wore that kinda fit on Coruscant. "This an open bar? I'll get two shots of Corudistil diesel. One for me and one for my new friend." She wasn't sure of the drinking age on Taris and she hadn't had a chance to buy a fake ID yet but it didn't seem to be a problem as the shots were poured.

"Hi, I'm Ailis. Whats you're name?" She introduced herself, sliding a shot over to him before taking hers in hand.

"Nice coat, is it real?" It was probably designer or something, if it was the question would probably get the guy talking about his coat or something. She wondered if this was what the cool Sith wore around here, deciding to pick up a leather jacket with some of the cash she made tonight. She'd listen to him for a moment if he babbled before pulling a pill out of her pocket and popping it into her mouth, swallowing it down by knocking back her shot. It burned like battery acid and had a slightly sour aftertaste, but it was strong enough for a couple shots of it to knock a wookiee on their ass. She had seen it once. "You buying or selling?" She asked.

@vamp

 

[Darth Tiamat]

The first thought that scrolled through her head was a long heavy sigh. It was another social and all Sith were invited, though she did find it curious as to who was hosting it, the young champion, Ashla, and she wondered what the occasion could be to call on such a celebration. If Tiamat was honest with herself, she had spent many hours debating if she should attend. She was more than curious to catch up on the latest inner gossip, see who was still around, and if it were entirely possible to show face without completely melting from foolishness. However...if she didn't go, how did that look too? Would other Sith think of her as fool still?

And so, she was damned if she did, damned if she didn't, at least she could look like a gorgeous fool.

Tiamat arrived to the party, selecting a red dress that hugged her silhouette and not a color she often wore. Her hair was just as much fiery, soft curls flowed over her shoulders, one side pinned loosely back with a pearl hair pin. She had to admit, she felt pretty good getting dolled up again; it wasn't too often she did and there was something completely empowering about being able to show off.

So, where to go first? Her blue eyes scanned the room, the music playing loudly as many had taken to the dance floor. They rested at the crowd around the bar and internally shrugged at her own thought: at least she could get wine drunk.

 

[Soleil Altan]

Sol beamed at Aadya when she pulled him into a hug, cheerfully returning the gesture, though a little awkwardly since his arms were trapped beneath her grip. His left hand quickly indicated his eyes, Aadya, then shrugged in agreement of her first statement. Then he unabashedly struck an exaggerated flexing pose complete with a cheesy grin. Damn right his outfit was dope as fuck! Aadya'd picked the pieces.

He flicked an earring and tapped his smartpad twice. Holonet had lotsa stuff. A hand waved cheerily toward Ashla, who he recognized well enough from their prior encounters. Then Aadya padded off like she was wont to do at any given time, leaving Ashla and Sol to their own devices. Specifically in Sol's case, this meant hip-twisting his way off toward the Umbaran.

And then he was stolen from his task by Ashla talking to him. His eyes went to the Togruta's face and he nodded, straightforward as could be. Then an 'OK' hand sign, this time with a sly little smirk when she offered to introduce them. Off they went to the bar! Sol didn't protest the sudden grabbing and followed along obediently, winking at some dude who was eyeing up either him or Ashla on the way past.

Oh, and Aadya walked past them dragging Altair in her wake. Sol gave the Tiefling an encouraging thumbs up with a waggle of dark eyebrows. Would've given two if one hand wasn't already occupied.

And then they were at the bar!

No Umbaran in sight, but there was a moody-looking Vahliri and Veles, both with hands on Malou. Oh, so it was tea time! Sol's eyebrows shot up with interest, gaze moving between the different parts of the group. Ashla solved it handily by handing his hand off to Veles. Sol looked down at the new point of contact and slid his eyes up the black-clad arm to tall, dark, and gothic's face. One dark brow rose higher than the other to be paired with a fanged half-grin.

Chaperone indeed. Sol offered his new quest guide a well-rolled joint from his goody bag as a first-meeting offering. He also waved to the new arrival, a light-haired girl who'd introduced herself as Allis shortly followed by asking if Veles was buying or selling. Sol decided she sounded like fun, slapped the bar counter, pointed at what she'd ordered, and held up a finger to order another one of whatever she'd just ordered.

@Logan @Wit @vamp @Arcangel @Sreeya

 

[Darth Draugr]

As Draugr stood against the wall and had already downed a few swigs, he watched the Acolytes and Champions having a fun time together. It was interesting, and he really did enjoy watching on. They seemed to be having the times of their lives. Though he wouldn't smile, he was here for himself to enjoy himself. Though he was technically a possible chaperone in case something was to happen among the younger ones, they were Sith after all.

As he scanned the room he would notice his fellow Lord Tiamat and gave a genuine raise of the and and a very slight shake to the the hand creating a wave. A greeting he could offer from across the room. His face would show comfortability knowing there was someone he was comfortable speaking with.

Thank the Gods I am not alone here..

He would lift the bottle to take another swig of the bottle and then he would decide it was time to socialize. So he would look around and decide to make his way over to greet Tiamat correctly.

"Hello Tiamat. Glad to see you could make it."

@GABA

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou's lips tugged upwards when Veles decided that yes, they would dance, and they began to head out towards the dancefloor. She felt a weird mix of excitement and nervousness rise in her chest, but it abruptly came to a halt when someone grabbed her left hand. Vahliri would be able to feel the lack of warmth in the cybernetic flesh as Malou stopped and turned her head towards her.

She wanted to dance? Veles wanted her to chose? Her words got caught in her throat, but before she was forced to do anything about it, Ashla came to make the decision. Malou was handed off to Vahliri, and Veles was assigned babysitter. Though she was glad to be rid of the decision, she wanted that dance with him. The Miralukan briefly tilted her head back as if to shout back at Veles, but instead just tugged her lips into a smile. She'd find him later.

"So, a dance?" Malou turned around to Vahliri, still smiling. "C'mon!" She turned to pull Vahliri back with her towards the dancefloor, already beginning to get into it herself. If Vahliri allowed her, they'd get pulled further onto the dancefloor. She twisted her arms above her head and she danced to the beat of the music, grinning down at the short half-Sephi.

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[Aadya Rasheer]

Aadya flashed Altair a flirtatious grin as they hit the dance floor, her head tilted back slightly so she could peer up to see his face as he pulled her close. She let her body move with his, the inside of her leg finding almost caressing the outside of his as they moved back and forth to the beat.

Yeah? She asked, her hand running up his exposed chest before sliding back down with her nails along his ribs. You might have to keep waiting, your girlfriend over there seems kinda salty. Her tone was light and jokey, but still flirtatious just for the tension. Aadya bit her bottom lip for just a moment as she looked up to Altair's face again, her lips blowing him a kiss as she gave him a wink.

Aadya continued to let her body to press into Altair as the song's beat hit its crescendo, her eyes flicking over to @Vahliri Kahtal just for the potential amusement. Aadya blew Vahliri the same kiss she had just given to Altair.

She'd continue to dance with Altair, her movements remaining just outside the bounds of just straight dry humping in the middle of the dance floor.

@Sreeya @Altaris

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She managed to get a glass of dark red wine before the tending droid became swallowed up by the requests of additional party guests. Weaving through the crowd to find a more comfortable spot, Tiamat took a long drink from her glass, stirring it gently by the stem, she quickly took one more sip before deciding she would not finish it off to just wait in the line at the bar again. An eye caught the small wave from a known Zabrak: Lord Draugr and it had been some time since she had seen him last despite it being the last social held more recently compared to everything that has happened since then.

Tiamat gave a small nod, watching him accept the offer that it was okay to approach her. A small smile came as he greeted her, offering formalities in welcoming her to the gathering.

"Glad I decided to make it." she said glancing to the Sith Lord and then back to the dancers. "Are you the chaperone for this teenage-hormone-hot-mess this evening?" she asked him, noting the numerous acolytes that seemed to be present.

@Scoobert

 

[Altair Din]

Altair felt a jolt go through him as Aadya rubbed her leg along his. He wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or what, but suddenly his entire body felt as if it were on fire. Which was saying something, because the dude was literally immune to flames. This was what actually being burned must have felt like. It was heat that spanned out to every extremity and he felt exhilarated. It happened all over again as her hand ran up along his bare chest, gliding right above the muscled pecs. He wondered if she could feel his heart thundering beneath her touch. He tightened his grip on her, moving with his hips against hers.

When she spoke, Altair stared at her, his gaze lingering on the way she bit her lip. For a moment his mind turned to mush just from that. He never took his eyes off her, giving her a lazy grin, “Sounds like you’re the one frettin’,” He quipped back just as playfully as she blew a kiss at him.

Without warning, he grasped her by the hand and turned her around, pressing her back against his chest. He pointedly faced her in the opposite direction from where he knew Vahliri was. Altair’s hand slid further down along her hip as he danced against her from behind. He leaned in close to her ear, “So I’d worry less about her and more about me, ‘cause I ain’t waiting,” He murmured before he continued to move to the rhythm.

@Logan

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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“Friendly enough, and she a friend of Anai.” He thought to himself, smile widening a bit before he took a sip of his tea. “Ah… Alex. Me and…” he’d begin, voice trailing off as his gaze fixated on the same boy that had near immediately captured Malou’s attention. (@Fine Dining Set) There was… a lot to like, but before the acolyte could pivot his attention to him, someone swooped in and pulled him off to a dance. Not just anyone, but another blind girl— what were the chances of that?

As he walked off, Alexios would turn back to Malou, who’s obviously met the other acolyte. He was just about ready to start asking every manner of question, until he noticed the distinct from on her lips. “…don’t poke that beehive.” He thought to himself, turning back to the Kaleesh. “How’ve you been since our assignment?” He’d ask, flashing her another smirk before taking another sip of his tea.

Unsurprisingly the bar was attracting quite a few more guests, and he didn’t bother keeping track. One he immediately noticed however was a shorter haired girl talking to a tall, pale man a chair away. (@Arcangel) At the question about buying or selling, the boy would perk up, immediately walking over to but in on the conversation. “Buying.” He interjected, flashing a playful grin before he’d take out his coinpurse. “Smoked a blunt earlier that was way to mild for my taste; got something stronger?” He’d ask, taking another sip of his tea.

It seemed the pale man had become preoccupied with Malou and some other, pointy eared girl he wasn’t ready to talk to. Pretty soon the Miralukan and her had walked off— and replacing her was… another acolyte, (@Mr. Teatime he assumed, but rank was the last thing on his mind right now. “Why does every boy at this party have to be drop dead gorgeous?” He thought to himself, biting his lower lip before turning away.

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@lizziie @Versok

 

[Veles]

A stream of profanities the likes of which the Galaxy had never been graced with coursed through Veles' mind like a tidal wave. So close, and yet so far, and growing only farther by the moment. He looked at the kid he'd been left with, his dilated pupils scanning the boy up and down. Cairo was busy, and he hadn't had the time to ask if he'd brought the product, while Altair was, as well, concentrated on something else.

His glance darted from them to the stranger that Ashla introduced to the Sith Lod, Veles' face almost souring. He caught himself just in time, and managed to maintain a stoic expression all throughout the switch-off, because he would have probably scared the shit out of anyone around if he so much as scowled. It seemed people grew more afraid of the Sith as time dragged on. The Sith Lord turned to look at the Acolyte. It technically wasn't the kid's fault, and Veles could not get particularly angry. That was what pissed him off the most, his heart quivering with rage as he realized that even cross-faded, he considered things rationally. It was a problem, this overthinking of his.

"So, you ever do spice, kid?" he asked the Acolyte, completely and fully aware that the answer could range from "No" to "Maybe." "Do you want to?"

If Sol said yes--and who wouldn't?--Veles would pull out an identical cigarra just like the last one, lighting it up with the flick of his fingertip. He wouldn't get to anything particularly fun, so he might as well get himself in the right headspace to be all-business.

Taking a few drags off the cigarra, he considered his options, realizing that he still had a decent amount of stock on him. Might as well find something to make this worth it, he thought, grinning to himself for a moment. He took a drag off the cigarra the kid offered him, and blinked several times. "Damn, I guess you have." He handed the cigarra back. Times were changing. Acolytes were smoking spice now.

Then, he snapped out of it, turning as a new arrival approached him, a Drast girl that he did not recognize. "Sellin'" he declared proudly. He reached into his robes and produced a vial of Wildfire. Veles opened his mouth to speak, but Alexios interjected. "Oh, you're in luck," he yelled over the commotion. He threw another vial toward the Acolyte, then threw the price at Alexios. If both transactions succeeded, he'd grin, looking around at his two new accomplices.

"It's called Wildfyre," he remarked. "Tell all your friends and tell them where you got it."

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Draugr]

As the Lady would return the greeting he would listen to her perfect explanation for what was going on at this party and then he would take a look at the ongoing mess that is teenage sexual tension. After a close examination and a look to the left and to the right seeing only himself, Tiamat, and Veles he figured he would be the only one repsonsible enough take the position of the chaperone.

"I suppose I am. Heh heh, well would you care to dance with the chaperone? Might as well have fun now before it gets ruined with teenage tears and whining."

His hand would extend out towards his fellow lord and he would curve his lips at one side as he would gently nod tot he dance floor. A rare chance to dance without having to be so formal. A man has to take advantage of a moment like this whenever it presents itself.

"It'll be fun."

@GABA

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Oh, so it was more than just Altair's chest that was smooth. Aadya laughed a little when he said the word frettin', she found whatever accent was slipping out of Altair so incredibly adorable. How she just wanted to dig her nails into those pecs and just press herself into..

And then Altair grabbed her by the hand and spun her around so that she was dancing with her back to him. Aadya offered no resistance to this, feeling Altair's hand slide down to her hip as pressed her backside into him, moving and swaying up and down and side to side with the beat.

Oh, I'm not worried about you babe, She said, turning her head to the side so her cheek was on his chest. I'm the dangerous one here. The words slipped out breathy and lush, a warning as much as an enticement. She was a ride that Altair might not survive.

Aadya would return to letting her body do the talking, her hands finding Altair's thighs and squeezing, an invitation as clear and obvious as any other.

@Sreeya

 

[Altair Din]

Altair’s nostrils flared and there was a sharp intake of breath when Aadya pressed her rear back against him. It was one of those rare times the drugs slowing things down a bit actually worked in his favor to keep from embarrassing him. He kept his grip firmly on her as he swayed and danced to the music. When she spoke and rested her head back against his chest, he felt his face grow hot. His tail was betraying him in the way it repeatedly swished back and forth, likely smacking into anyone that danced near him.

“Well, m’am, I may’ve been a bit bad,” He said, allowing more of his natural drawl to slip in, “So whatcha gonna do about it?” Altair felt her grasp against his thighs and he had to actively sing the birthday song in his head a few times and think about his great aunt Gertrude to keep the heat down. The tiefling continued to dance against her, returning the favor by having his hands slide up along her sides and towards her bare back. His hands traced along her smooth skin, extending down the length of her arms. He kept going till he entwined their fingers, keeping their dance going. He pressed his hips into her, dancing like that for a moment before he released one of her hands to raise the other and make her twirl and spin to face him.

“I can handle a little fire,” He said before abruptly tugging her close so their bodies pressed together. Altair gazed down at her, their faces only a few inches apart. His arm was wrapped around her body again.

@Logan