Open Social Ain't No Party Like a Sith Party

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis grinned to herself as she danced with her eyes closed to the hard beat, hips swaying and pushing back against the boy she was dancing with, hands reaching back to rub along his hips and bare stomach. She could feel the stud of his belly jewelry digging into her back but she didn't care. The music was good and she was flying high. This was her party. She was on top of the world and no one could stop her.

A sudden intrusive voice mentioned something about not taking what the shady guy at the bar had given her, but Ailis was too entranced by the dancing and the music to give a damn. The warning was almost unnecessary as she had already decided that purple glowing shit was sketch as fuck. The thoughts disappeared however with a hand on her waist and a boy breathing smoke across her neck.

Leaning her head back against his shoulder at the smoke, she inhaled greedily from the joint that once again found its way to her lips. Opening her eyes as she turned to look at him, a sudden urge struck her and she decided to indulge it. Her hand passed up over his, finger's gliding on his neck to turn his face towards her as she leaned in close as if to kiss him. Sober there was no way in hell she would be this bold, but with chemical confidence in her blood and after a moments hesitation she got closer and just before their lips touched she would exhale the spice into his mouth.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Altair Din]

Altair looked up as Veles joined them in the bathroom. His expression lit up then, always happy to see his Master, “I cain’t 'lieve I’m alive either,” He admitted freely, recalling the two very terrifying but hot women he was dragged away from. He would probably be standing there like a dumbass still if Cairo hadn’t rescued him. He watched Veles lay out the spice, blinking a few times about the hygienic qualities of the bathroom. Oh well, snort first, ask questions later. Altair leaned in and did just that, “Gaaaahhhh!” He yelled out in satisfaction, wiping his nose off and sniffing.

The tiefling had a dazed smile on his face before he turned to Cairo, recalling the tension on the dancefloor. However he gave the Morellian a sly look, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “I’m finna her as soon as you stop trynna look up that mystery twi’lek chick that don’t exist,” He snickered at Cairo before wiping off his nose again. Admittedly, the image of the two girls mud wrestling took his mind many places.

“Bro with the dresses they were wearing they’d be naked in like two seconds if they fought,” He pondered for a moment. He looked around at the nasty ass bathroom, Cairo and Veles’ coked out asses, the stained floors and toilets. Or he could be out there seeing some titties but also some psycho chicks. Then again, there was a high probability of him being caught in the crossfire, so the bathroom was probably safest.

“Look bro,” He lazily draped an arm around Cairo, mainly to hold himself up, “Blind lasses yearnin’ fer ya means ya got some inner beauty shit and yer a tall glass o’ ice tea, ya hear?” He rambled solemnly, “Means you don’t gotta front ‘cause it’s all right there in ya and they see that shit. With me they prolly jus’ wanna ride my face and grab the horns or get freaky with the tail, Imma be real."

He turned to look at Veles, “Now that there’s a gentleman tha’s got it all!”

@Fine Dining Set @vamp

 

[Veles]

Veles was just about to ask Cairo if he'd brought the product when the Acolyte grabbed a vial and took it out, only to knock it into the toilet. He sighed with exasperation so hard that he blew away the remaining spice right off the counter.

"Cairo, I told you that until I further study the effects of Wildfire on fish populations, you can't be dropping that shit in the toilet, man! Force knows we do another Mon Cala." He looked in the mirror, leaning in until his face was nearly touching the grimy, sticker-covered glass. He could barely see his face in between the various ones, ranging from band logos to advertisements and just plain art. His eyes glanced over one that said "I <3 EMRYC THORNE" with a picture of the ISC President alongside what looked to be a wermal, which he chalked down as being a hallucination.

As Altair and Cairo spoke, he shamelessly checked himself out in the mirror, the jolts of energizing pleasure washing over his body in waves after the new spice hit. His pupils were still dilated, making him look kind of strange, but he thought it was hot. He thought he looked very hot right now.

“Bro with the dresses they were wearing they’d be naked in like two seconds if they fought!”

"Wouldn't be such a terrible thing," he quipped from the side, not moving his eyes from his face as he reapplied his eyeliner. Altair's accent had begun to show through so strongly that the Dathomirian had had to look at the tiefling's reflection to make sure he hadn't been replaced by a Tatooinian moisture farmer.

He turned as Altair pointed him out. "I don't know, seems like the whole 'evil sorcerer' get-up puts a lot of people off," he remarked with a sly grin. "Could always just clone myself a kid like Sidious to pass on the bloodline or whatever."

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[Darth Tempest]

Several seconds passed, and Vahliri effectively tuned out everything else happening around her. The half-Sephi kept her gaze fixated onto Altair, a lazy and sultry look in her almond-shaped eyes that tilted up to meet his own. She didn't even notice Ashla or Cairo making a beeline in her direction - attempting to stop the half-Sephi from going nuclear - and beyond that quick glance, she didn’t so much as look at Aadya. Bitch wasn’t worth much of her attention when Altair was standing right there.

Vahliri was clearly aware of the way that Altair was oogling her dress, and in that moment she didn’t for a moment seem to mind where his gaze went. In the slender heels she wore, the half-Sephi stood a bit taller than her usual 5’2”, her shoulders rolling back to further accentuate the low-cut dress. She kept one hand laced over the top of his own that was planted against her hip.

In full view of Aadya and everyone else, Vahliri curled her fingers against his own and pulled his hand backwards, firmly planting his digits against her rear. She reached forward with her free hand, hooking two of her manicured nails into the belt-loops of his pants before tugging his hips towards her own, closing the bit of distance there. Perhaps it was partially the alcohol, perhaps it was because of Aadya’s mockery, or perhaps the half-Sephi was simply tired of dancing around what she wanted. But she was far more bold in that moment than normal.

Vahliri finally glanced over her shoulders, looking up at Cairo as she interjected into the group. There was a bit of irritation that swelled up within her at yet another interruption, but it quickly faded and was redirected elsewhere. She would immediately guess what he was about, and the half-Sephi knew the Morellian and Tiefling better than to try and stop Altair from going off with his buddy.

Instead, the half-Sephi merely tightened her grip on his beltloop and leaned up a bit - a single dark brow arching up as she looked at him. “You aren’t going to make me wait long, are you?” There was the faintest bits of amusement that laced into her voice before she finally released him, allowing the Tiefling to get dragged off by Cairo to do who the hell knew what.

Only then - when the two of them were out of sight - did Vahliri finally allow her eyes to shift back to Aadya - honeyed gaze fixating onto the Firrerreo with unspoken intensity. Though the lazy smile lingered on her lips, the Firrerreo would no doubt note the way Vahliri’s ears flattened entirely against her skull and flicked - betraying her agitation even if her face didn’t.

Vahliri’s lipped tug upwards in an entirely fake smile, tilting her head ever-so-slightly to stare at the Firrerreo. “Oh, I don’t mind,” She said smoothly, momentarily flicking her gaze back towards the bathrooms. “I seemed to have his attention just fine just a second ago,” Vahliri said, knowing full well that Altair had been staring down her low-cut dress. “But everyone comes second to Cairo,” She shrugged very casually. If that wasn’t a legitimately factual statement, she didn’t know what was. “I’m sure you’ll find some other stranger’s dick to suck in no time flat, though.”


The half-Sephi kept her eyes on Aadya when the Firrerreo spoke next, the fake smile finally fading from her lips - tugging downward into a frown. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into harsh slit, murder burning behind the honeyed gaze. There was a clear threat in her words, and that wasn’t something that Vahliri took lightly. It caused every hair on the half-Sephi’s body to stand on end.


At this point, the half-Sephi’s anger had little to do with Altair or the fact Aadya had been grinding against him. This was entirely a matter of Vahliri’s pride, and the principle that she wasn’t going to back down to some newly-ordained Champion.

Vahliri didn’t deign Aadya’s words with a verbal response, merely giving the Firrerreo a scoff through her nostrils. She watched as the champion rolled her eyes and began to walk off, the half-Sephi’s own eyes following until the Firrerreo’s passed her peripheral before flicking back ahead. A decision was quickly made in her mind at that moment.

Without so much as a word to anyone around her, Vahliri very casually slipped out of the narrow heels she’d been wearing - kicking the expensive shoes aside and several feet away. Next came the thin diamond necklace that was around her neck - removed and gently laid down on a nearby table. A red solo cup was turned upside down over the expensive jewelry, keeping it probably safe from any would be pickpockets.

Only then did Vahliri finally turn to face the Firrerreo - fixxating back onto Aadya with her back turned and making her way towards the bar. Without a single moment of hesitation, Vahliri reached out with the Force in an aggressive assault - tendrils of invisible energy weaving through the crowd and zeroing in on the Firrerreo.

With one hand, Vahliri latched onto Aadya’s dark hair - digging invisible fingers into her luscious locks and gripping with an iron-like vice. With an abrupt and violent yank of her wrist, Vahliri pulled the Firrerreo’s hair back and towards the venue flooring - attempting to yank her head back towards her spine and cause her to fall backwards - enough force to rip out a chunk of hair assuming she resisted the pull. With her other hand, Vahliri coiled the Force around Aadya’s feet and abruptly slid them forward and out from under the Firrerreo - focusing her efforts on the balls of the Firrerreo’s feet and attempting to force her weight back onto the heels that she wore. The push with the Force was sudden, and the combination of the type of shoes Aadya wore, the disgustingly slick floor, and the floor-length dress that she wore all contributing factors that would make it difficult for the Champion to find her footing at the last minute.

The result, hopefully, would be Aadya yanked backwards to make a hard collision with the venue floor. “Thought you said you were dangerous,” She said, her body shifting sideways as the half-Sephi took a step backwards, keeping her eyes fixated onto Aadya. Whether her attack was successful or not, Vahliri coiled the Force around herself and raised her fists up, preparing herself for whatever retaliation that was bound to come.

If Aadya thought Vahliri was going to back down before either of them were bloodied, she was bound to be sorely mistaken.

@Sreeya @Fine Dining Set @Logan

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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The last thing that had been on his mind was how Anai had gotten her hands on the bottle of pisslemonade, but the reveal that she'd just so casually stolen it left the acolyte pleasantly surprised. "Just nabbing people's booze now, eh?" He teased, taking the final sip of his tea before the glass was well and truly empty. "Aaah... doubt it's the worst thing someone's done tonight." He'd finish. This was easily the biggest and already craziest party he'd ever been to by a long stretch.

After the business with the girl who'd dealt, his attention focused primarily on the Kaleesh. His eyes definitely wandered however, mainly at the arrival of an umbaran wearing less than the statue of his great grandfather that sat in the De'jaal palace's reliquary. He wasn't distracted enough to not hear what the Kaleesh said however, a bit concerned that he'd have to actually clarify what he said. When she realized on her own, he'd smile a bit. "You'll have to tell me about how your introduction with the ground went later." He'd joke, extending a hand.

"The first step to getting good is not giving a shit if people think you're good." Alexios would reply, guiding his fellow acolyte out onto the dance floor. "Only thing you should be focused on is having fun-- and your partner." He'd add, giggling a little before he'd start to move. He could feel the crude beginning to work it's magic in his system, eyes sharpening as a wave of euphoria hit him. The boy had never had many inhibitions to begin with, but the little he had drained from his system.

Confidence boosted to 11, the boy would fall into the rhythm of the bassy tunes almost immediately. His whole body moved to the music, neck rolling, hips twisting, knees bending. He hadn't gotten all that close to Anai, leaving a bit of space between the two of them so she could find her own rhythm. He wouldn't handhold through the process of getting her used to this; finding the rhythm was only something she could do. Still, he kept an eye open for when she did, curious as to how the Kaleesh might move.

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[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo sighed as Veles began to lecture him about the specifics of drug engineering. "Ugh, I know, man. But like I keep telling you, we have to have faith in our product." Cairo didn't yet realize that Wildfire was so addictive it essentially ruined your life after a single use. Veles was right to fear the creation they were attempting to reconstruct from Thorn's patchwork.

He tuned back in to the conversation just as Altair brought up the girls fighting. "Hey man, to me, naked fighting sounds like a win. Right?" His eyes grew curious as he thoughts about the whole situation. "What's up with you and Adaya anyways? She's so fine brooooooo-ugh," His bro-fest was cut off by a belch. Cairo produced another baggie of spice from the folds of his vest. Why stop the party just because Veles spilled a little?

"You want to look like that shriveled ol penis of an Emperor?" In all the pictures he had seen of Emperor Palpatine as Emperor, he looked terrible. He looked like he drank motor oil instead of milk at birth. He looked like he ate lightbulbs with a side of glass for breakfast. Was the endgame for Veles' own corruption? "It only works for you because you're, like, twenty five, Lord Veles. Which, don't get me wrong, does make you an old ass man." His smile sharpened as he tossed the baggie of spice back to Veles. "It's like a gray fox appeal. But like, might as well scrape the toilet for DNA if you're using Emperor Palp as a dad."

"We are Sith, though. Maybe that's the appeal? I bet there are a bunch of chicks that want to get freaky with Lord Raze, and he's like a giant murder robot." An awesome giant murder robot who was strong enough to break the Sith with a single hand. Cairo thought back to the selfies he had taken with Altair in his meditation chamber. What a weird day.

"But thanks, bro. Inner beauty. Though I know I've got it going on - I finally started that vegan bulking routine you were talking about bro." He hated bulking, but he hated being in the gym alone even more. "So, uh, what's the move? We keep bunkering in here until it's all sorted outside?" It wasn't a bad plan, in his opinion. Avoid the fight?

"We could play a like a guessing game." His eyes flickered once more toward Veles. "Is this what Dathomirian chicks are like? Praying Mantis-y?"

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[Aadya Rasheer]

Aadya may have chosen to walk away from Vahliri but that didn't mean her attention had been placed anywhere else. She knew her words had been inflammatory and that the other Sith, even being just an acolyte, would probably retaliate. In fact, Aadya kind of hoped she would. All things considered, if she wasn't going to be getting laid, at least she could release some of the tension putting a no-named acolyte back into their place.

Aadya felt the force coil around her hair, but Vahliri would still find it difficult to gat a firm grip. Aadya's hair was already pulled tight to her head, and despite being luscious, most of the her volume was tempered by how she had styled it. Regardless, she was wearing heels, so her balance was thrown more than she would have liked.

Having just grabbed a drink from a server passing by, Aadya's sudden loss of balance would send the beverage's contents into the air. She hadn't made it very far from the acolyte, so Vahl would find herself suddenly soaked like it was some sort of Sith wet t-shirt contest.

Aadya herself would slip and fall, though her natural flexibility and strength kept her from splaying flay on her back. She gripped the bottom of her dress and tore it, which resulted in the once floor length gown now resembling more of a cocktail dress that ended around her mid thigh.

Standing back to her feet, Aadya kicked off her own shoes and wheeled around to Vahliri, though her normally silver tongue remaining firmly planted in her mouth. She merely stared at the alcohol soaked half-Sephi, and flashed a smile, the light in the ballroom catching her pearly white fangs like the glint from a knife's edge.

Without a moment's hesitation, Aadya simply raised her hand and snapped her fingers, causing a spark of flame to flicker to life near Vahliri's dress, which was now essentially a fuel-soaked rag clinging to her skin.

It wouldn't take much for the whole thing to erupt in flames, regardless of how cute and prepared Vahliri felt with her little dukes up.

@Altaris

 

[Soleil Altan]

The naggingly angry tones of a voice Sol'd didn't much remember ever hearing before warbled through the haze of drinks and harder things, his head turning slightly to glance at a red-haired somebody from the periphery. Whatever 'Wildfyre' was wasn't something he was planning to try at a body-packed party. Uh, probably. No one had actually offered yet.

Sus as all fuck, though. Besides he and Ailis were busy grinding against each other so he had better shit to think about anyway. Like the hand that came up to cradle his face and pull it forward toward hers, for instance. Buzzed to cloud nine he went right along with it, a part-lipped smirk forming on his face. It took him a half-moment to catch on to her dastardly plan.

But then he took the breath-cooled smoke into his own lungs, their lips the barest millimeter from actually kissing on the dance floor. Sol held it for a couple seconds before exhaling from his nose, smoke curling around the two of them as he tried in vain to pull her body a little closer. They couldn't get much closer, really.

At least until he leaned forward through the smoke with mischievous and drug-encouraged confidence. A glimmer in his eyes, grinding all the while, Sol closed that millimeter distance to touch his lips to hers. Just for a moment before he drew back, an unspoken testing of the waters. One that was abruptly interrupted by some other stuff happening not all that far away.

Sol quickly noticed that the Force was getting thrown around, his sense for that sort of thing uncommonly sensitive. That part was ignorable since, as a Sith party, that shit happened every few seconds somehow or other. It was the burst of flame that got him to pay attention, stopping his grinding and lifting his head with widened eyes snapping toward the light and sound. He couldn't tell who or what it was from his part of the floor.

Oh fucking shit fuck but why though. If Sol had hackles they'd be raised, a burst of screams and yelled "OH FUCK"s running through the crowd amidst other exclamations. Someone nearby yelled something about defenestration. Sol disentangled himself from Ailis and shoved his way forward through a crowd that suddenly wanted to be further away from where the fight was happening partway to the bar, struggling not to be knocked over by a horde of blitzed-out party-goers.

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[Altair Din]

Altair glanced over at the mirror, also spotting the Emryc Thorne ad. He grimaced a bit, recalling how he was totally off his game with his workout routine the past few days. He checked himself out in the mirror as well, fixing up his hair and taking off the shades. He figured nobody would care about his glazed over eyes anymore. His vibrant, purple hues stared at him, though they looked slightly dazed. Altair chuckled to himself as Cairo mouthed off to Veles, but he turned to look at his buddy instead.

“Yea but ya girl Malou wants his dick so clearly he got some inner beauty shit goin’ too with his Palpy routine,” He turned to fistbump Veles with a grin before he used some water to style his hair. He was in a great mood, “I can understan’ gettin’ freaky with Raze, dude is sick, bruh. Prolly pulled so much game but looks crusty as fuck now I reckon,” He theorized.

Altair beamed at Cairo when he mentioned starting the Emryc routine, “Bro!! It’s tough as fuck. I can’t keep up with the vegan shit, but I do the reps. Let’s hit the gym tomorrow!” He said excitedly. As they discussed moving back out of the bathroom, Altair shrugged, “Lemme take a leak. Don’t wanna piss myself if Aadya throws fuckin’ lightning at me.”

With that, he casually walked over a few stalls down, unzipped and began relieving himself. It took a lot of focus and concentration not to completely miss, especially as the urinal appeared to be moving and fuzzy. Also it was actually a sink...

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[Anai Skhess]

"You lose if you aren't vigilant, although those people didn't lose much in this case" Anai said in response to the stealing part, giving the boy a coy smile, even if things were quite different here in comparison to her home planet, truth is Anai still enjoyed being a bit of a troublemaker from time to time, she just changed the way she played with other people, no one ever suspected the primitive alien to do such things.

Not knowing if she would actually bring up the shameful of the last party even again to Alexios, the Kaleesh simply nodded sheepishly as the other acolyte gave her tips about dancing. Starting to move on her own shortly after Alexios, Anai tried to find her own rhythm, moving slowly and a bit awkwardly at first...And then the music changed,

The club had been blasting typical club music for a while now, which was a bit too...electronic for her tastes, still not used to that kind of genre. But, as if her gods had come to answer her call, a song akin to the ones Altair played back at the bus started playing. The Kaleesh girl started getting more into it, bopping her head a little bit as she started to relax, picking up the pace while looking at Alexios with a smile on her face.

Anai decided to grab Alexios' hand, raising it over him and then making him spin over his feet and pulling him closer. Anai wouldn't stay still after that, Making up all manner of moves that seemed to work very well while also stealing others from people all around them, changing positions constantly, turning around from time to time, somethings getting Alexios even closer, sometimes making some distance between them and dancing solo.

People around them started looking at the pair as Anai just absolutely tore the dancefloor, giving them some distance, cheering them on. As the song got closer to finishing, Anai's dance became more intense, the closing act of her dance being empowered by flames going on behind her back in the background, making it look like this was actually something she had prepared beforehand.

After the song ended, Anai let out a big exhale, a big smile on her face before noticing the crowd that was now looking in her direction "Oh-huh...W-why is everyone looking at me, Alexios?" Anai asked nerviously at the boy, looking away for a moment...Just to notice the fire and the situation Vahl was in, opening her eyes in shock...Just what the hell happened?

@Tom

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis plan was a success. Well, it wasn't much of a plan so much as a half thought out impulse but either way she nearly brushed lips with the cute boy as he inhaled her spice breath. Their faces separated by a few centimeters as he exhaled down her neck, smoke tickling her collarbone and she caught a mischievous glint in his eyes as he closed the distance once again. Her own eyes gleamed hungrily as she moved to meet him, their lips touching on the dance floor. Fireworks went off in her mind and her stomach fluttered for a moment.

And as quick as it began, it was over.

There was a tremor in the air that Ailis felt a moment before Sol ripped away from her and began booking it in the direction that everyone suddenly seemed to be trying to get away from. "Fucking tease." She muttered under her breath before following him angrily. At least, angry until her eyes moved past him to what was happening up ahead. The one Sith Ailis had noticed when she had entered who had been wearing next to nothing wore even less and was barefoot facing another Sith girl who had her hands up ready to box... Was she on fire or were the drugs just fucking with Ailis head?

"Haha fuuuck." Ailis laughed excitedly, frustration forgotten as she rushed to watch what was about to go down, pumping a fist into the air and chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Her greedy crude-crazed eyes moved to watch the action and roam the scantily clad forms of the two women. These Sith sure knew how to party.

@Mr. Teatime @Logan @Altaris

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri kept her honeyed eyes on Aadya throughout the entire sequence of her attack, narrowed harshly and observing every little reaction that came from the Firrerreo - cautious and observant for whatever retaliation was coming. The half-Sephi wasn’t ignorant to the fact she was fighting someone stronger and more experienced, and it required her to be smart.

She spotted the drink being thrown back and simply took a step backwards in response. Though it didn’t spare her from being somewhat coated in alcohol, it meant that the drink only splashed against the hem of her dress and her legs - rather than her chest. The half-Sephi didn’t flinch or recoil away - unwilling to give an opening. Instead, Vahliri watched the way that Aadya fell, rose to her feet, and flashed a row of pearly white fangs - the faintest hints of some attack to come.

The half-Sephi’s eyes narrowed when Aadya lifted a hand and snapped her fingers, instinctively taking a step backwards in response - though it wasn’t enough to prevent the single spark from falling and catching the hem of her skimpy dress - blue-tinted fire immediately catching against the fabric. Vahliri hissed in pain the moment the heat licked her skin, but she didn’t hesitate in place to do something about it.

Just as Aadya was capable of igniting the flames, Vahliri had the ability to extinguish them. The half-Sephi lowered a hand rapidly towards the flames, the Force flowing from her fingertips and wrapping around the burning section of her dress. Within moments, Pyrokinesis was applied to stifle the blaze before it did any serious damage or spread further up her body - finally dying out with a lingering stream of smoke.

The flames had chewed through and burned several inches off the bottom of her dress - exposing the half-Sephi’s upper thighs and leaving the edges of her dress blackened and singed - the alcohol-soaked fabric having burned away. The skin of her legs was reddened and burnt, no doubt likely to blister, but the wounds themselves were largely superficial.

With the fires licking at her skin dealt with, Vahliri immediately turned her attention back to pushing the offensive against Aadya - not giving the Champion much breathing room or time to prepare. Her eyes very quickly scanned the Firrerreo’s body before settling upon the glittering ring on the woman’s finger - a sinister grin suddenly playing on the half-Sephi’s lips. If Aadya wanted to turn up the heat, Vahliri was more than willing to oblige.

Vahliri reached out with the Force once more, this time focusing her energies directly onto the piece of jewelry that the Firrerreo was wearing - yet again utilizing a cruel bit of pyrokinesis.It was significantly easier to simply heat an object as opposed to conjuring an inferno, and Aadya would rapidly begin to feel the ring turn molten hot against her finger - the harmless accessory essentially turned into a searing brand. While she could easily use her other hand to remove the ring, she risked seriously burning her other fingers doing so.

While her concentration was applied onto heating the ring on Aadya’s finger, Vahliri kept a close eye on the Firrerreo herself - fully prepared to cut off the heat and defend herself in case the Firrerreo lashed out, which she was undoubtedly likely to do.

@Logan

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Someone ran ahead of Tiamat, and she quickly grabbed their shoulder and turned them the other way. She heard them cry in protest, but didn't argue as they went to find another corner to relieve themselves. Another being exited and Tiamat stood in the doorway as she was hit with a smell worse than anything she could have imagined, and she has literally been in sewers and trash. She briefly wondered if this was how Emryc felt anytime he entered any place but his ship. Regardless, it would not be Veles she first sees, but instead the horned acolyte weaving his junior as he worked to paint the hazardous walls with his mark.

Fucking males...

There was an unusual calm that washed through the Sith woman as she entered the refresher, stepping casually, holding the tiefling still with a grasp of the Force while Cairo would feel himself being pulled backwards. Tiamat would step in where Cairo was standing, inserting herself next to the Sith Lord.

"Lord Veles," she started, still holding Altair in place to avoid him suddenly turning and pissing all over dress. Though she was certain after being in here, she was going to have to burn the dress and heels anyways. "Milord, I heard you're selling." she gave him a coy smile, "Still selling?" she asked curiously.

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[Veles]

Is that how Malou felt? It wasn't something he'd given much thought, but it also wasn't like he hadn't thought about it at all. It would be a nice thing going for him, but his drugged up brain was not capable of weighing out the pros and cons of entanglements like that as a Sith Lord. Who knew when he'd be forced to sacrifice a loved one to summon an ancient spirit or something?

Cairo spoke up and Veles laughed out loud. "I'm pretty sure he looked like a shriveled dick because of the other stuff and not the cloning," he noted, feeling a slight sense of despair as he considered that he won't always look good. "But I can just mirage it, I guess."

His brows furrowed as Cairo kept talking, a smirk gathering on his lips. "25 is old? Gray fox? I am in the prime of my youth!" He caught the baggie and prepared the line on the counter. Veles had just snorted his line when a large mass appeared, covering him with its shadow, and his eyes darted up to see Altair was there. To his horror, the tiefling unbuckled his pants, and Veles did not stick around for the rest. He raised himself back up straight.

"Altair, I think you got the wrong urinal." He turned and moved closer to Cairo to give the Acolyte space. Last thing Veles needed was to get pissed on. "But hey, more power to you, man," he added over his shoulder. If Cairo wanted to do his line, he'd have to bend over the counter and snort it mere inches away from Altair's stream as it freefell into the sink, and so Veles watched curiously until suddenly the door was opened and a ginger-haired figure entered, interrupting them.

"I think you got the wrong d--" But it seemed the girl was here with purpose because she was undeterred, instead yanking Cairo back and taking his spot. This rubbed Veles in the wrong way subtly, but he was having too good of a time to let something like that ruin his mood.

"Yes, I am," he replied, his eyes scanning her, sizing her up as she slipped into the space next to him. Something about the woman seemed like she wasn't here to buy, because if she had wanted to, she could have just waited and caught him outside. Maybe she was that eager to get some of that sorcerer's wand from him, but he realized how ridiculous the thought was as it popped into his head.

So Veles just took a step back from the woman, because there was nothing he disliked more was when people--strangers, especially--got in his personal space. "Why do you ask?"

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[Cairo Kisufi]

A tiny tinge of jealousy struck Cairo as Altair and Veles joked about Malou's attraction to him. It rolled off quickly, though. The Bathroom Boys shared an unshakeable bond of obliviousness and general chaos that was unflappable, especially when Spice became involved. As long as they kept it up, they were in store for a good night, it seemed.

Cairo looked to the door as he was pulled back. He nervously glanced at Altair - both because he didn't know who this new Sith was, and he didn't want to be pushed into Altair's pee trail. "No, NO!" He yelled, as he saw Altair become frozen mid-pee. It was the makings of a disaster. "Altair don't fucking piss on me!" There were certain lines no friendship was meant to cross. He didn't want to have to take a club-sink-shower to rinse off piss. That felt too grungy, right?

When the redheaded Sith asked about business, Cairo's face instantly lit up. Behind her, Cairo gestured to his pockets and pulled out some more spice and tiny jars of marcan herbs and some Fantazi mushroom extract. He gave a thumbs up to Veles, who obviously had commanded their motley drug dealing operation.

When the door opened, Cairo briefly heard the clamor outside, by the bar. Cairo was glad they had ditched before it got too bad. But he wanted to get back to dancing, soon. And he hadn't gotten Trace's number or anything. And Malou was still out there. He hoped everyone was alright.

Malou still on his mind, he pulled out his dataphone to text her...but decided he didn't want to seem needy or lame. Instead, he fired a text to Ashla, who was the host of the party and a solid problemsolver.

>Hey Ashla...
>dope party lmao
>everything alright out there ?
>lmk if u want some spice
>also congrats again I got u a present for ur graduation

The gift was likely more spice.

@Sreeya @GABA @Wit @vamp

 

[Altair Din]

Altair was all sorts of mortified when another god damned Sith Lord waltzed right in. And of course, he was caught quite literally with his pants down, dick hanging out. Fuck. He really had to pee though. And Cairo screaming at him didn’t help, “I CAN’T MOVE DUDE, I’M FROZEN!” He yelled back Cairo, “Move your head move your head I CAN’T CONTROL WHERE MY PISS GOES AND YOU’RE IN THE SPLASH ZONE BRO!” He frantically called out as he continued to pee, completely panicking as he felt the Force compress around him. He was also tripping still, and couldn’t aim for shit. Why him, man? Why him?

Regardless of the conversation going on, he was stuck there till he fully emptied his bladder. He quickly stashed his junk away, zipping up his pants. The sink was a piece of shit, so there was a nice pool of pee just chilling there as it took a year to go down the drain. It was only then that he realized he had peed into a sink.

“Fuck,” He mumbled as he stared at his mess. Altair quickly reached over and grabbed some handsoap, squeezing some of the liquid into the pee as if that would somehow cover things up or help in any way. Naturally he couldn’t step back or do anything but awkwardly listen to the conversations around him and stare at the sink.

He cast a sideways glance at Cairo with a look as all this went down.

@Fine Dining Set @vamp

 

[Darth Draugr]

As Draugr danced with Tiamat he would only enjoy it for a couple moments before she was already worrying about others in the room and running off.

So much for dancing...

"Alright then, I will.."

The Sith would then notice the fight going on between Aadya and Vahliri. It was annoying how hormonal teens fought over dumb things like this. So he would sigh in a very annoyed manner and begin to walk his way through the crowd and get ready to stop the fighting going on.

The fiery Champion looked to set Vahliri on fire and the Acolyte looked to burn the Aadya in return. Why was fire such a popular thing, Draugr would never know. First Art now the rest of the coming-to-age Sith. As entertaining as it was for the rest of the party however, Draugr did not care for the fight going on when they could all just drink and dance and be less annoying.

Reaching throught the force the Sith Lord would grip the throats of both the Acolyte and the Champion before anything would become more deadly and then with all of his focus set on just holding them where they were he would lift them of the ground and squeeze hard enough to stop either of them from speaking.

"The both of you are acting like children."

His eyes filled with disgust in both of them as he would throw the both of them outwards and towards the opposite sides of the room. If they decided to fight back or to continue fighting the Sith Lord would discontinue their presence at the party.

"The problem was resolved. Please continue dancing."

@Logan @Altaris

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Aadya felt the ring on her hand begin to turn hot, just noticeable at first but it didnt take long for it to glow white hot. Vahliri would receive no discernable reaction from Aadya, nothing other than her continued fang-bearing smile from just a few moments prior.

The half-Sephi clearly didn't know - and why would she? - that Aadya had already felt the greatest pain she would ever know five separate times. In fact, the evidence to that was in plain view, laid bare on her exposed upper arm. Five times she had been cut open, bled and had the darkside fed into those wounds. They were hers and they would be there forever, and she had done it entirely to herself.

The tight grip around her throat would be the only thing that broke the smile on Aadya's face, Darth Draugr's baritone voice breaking through the hushed crowd as the Lord had stepped forward. Aadya would offer no resistance to it, no argument. Her eyes would would remain locked on Vahliri like a wolf staring at fresh meat through cage bars.

After the moments had passed and the Lord released his grip, Aadya would take the ring from her finger, and raise up her hand. It had gotten so hot that it had melted her skin. But she was a Firrerreo, and already the blisters were beginning to fade on their own as the pain ebbed away to nothing. She smiled again, that same toothy smile, and threw the destroyed ring at Vahliri's feet.

Turning back to the bar, Aadya couldn't help but wonder where Ashla had gotten off to. Moreover, where in the fuck Altair had been this whole god damned time.

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He reassured he was selling and she tilted her head slightly, her blue eyes glowed with interest as she gently twirled a lock of her red hair. He took a step back, asking for her purpose of inquiring his products, "Oh," a free hand trickled down the front of Veles as she stepped closer, Altair would feel himself unfreeze from his position, "I was thinking of getting a bit of what you got." she glanced away, seeing the purple Wildfire float in the toilet, "Some Wildfire?" she asked, eyebrows rising, her hand finally reaching to cup a more sensitive member of his being.

"I am so hot right now, Lord Veles...'cause...you are...." she whispered and suddenly grasped him tighter painfully tighter. The Force fell heavily in the refresher and the woman would slam her free fist into the man's center in an effort to further knock the air from his lungs, never releasing him down below, the pressure increasing.

"SELLING FUCKING WILDFIRE!" she hollered. If he tried to pull back, she would only pull him closer, grasping him by the robes to ensure she could land her forehead into his nose. Regardless of his efforts to get away from her, she would follow. The bastard was a traitor in her eyes, to recklessly sell a drug so potent to Force users and not bat an eyelash. She would gut him.

@vamp @Sreeya @Fine Dining Set

 

[Veles]

As he stepped back, she followed, and that was when he could feel the seed of irritation grow into something else within his chest. A hard look fell on his relaxed face, his eyes narrowing at the woman as she tried to approach him. As her hand slid down, his heart leapt in his chest as adrenaline kicked in, the fight or flight instinct engaged. For anyone else, maybe their heart would be pounding out of excitement--but not Veles. Because she was not just breaching his personal space, but also just about to touch him.

She never got to grab or hit him. He did not let her. He had no idea that she was about to berate him, and he'd had done it even if she just wanted to get into his pants, because the only thing he felt as she approached him was not arousal, but anger. Before she could touch him, just as her finger nearly grazed his skin, a wave of telekinetic energy shoved her back. It wouldn't be a hard shove if she didn't fight back and instead went with it, and she would only stumble back a few meters. If she did resist, he'd absolutely push back, even if that meant sending her flying into the wall behind her. The Wildfire only served to embolden him, which was ironic considering that's what had gotten him into this situation in the first place.

"Don't fucking touch me." His voice was cold and harsh, the carefree air about him dissipated. So many people had given him shit for not inspiring fear into the hearts of his compatriots, and if fear is what they wanted, it would be what they got. To have a Champion approach him and so boldly disrespect him was not something he would let slide.

After the push, without giving her a moment to react, he'd reach out, the Force wrapping around her upper body, sticking her arms to her torso and gluing her in place. His hand extended toward her, he was ready for anything she had to throw his way. Possibilities raced through his head. Based on her reaction, based on whether or not she resisted, based on whether she stood down, he'd decide how to react.

@GABA