Lazy Morning

[Hask Jen]

Nar Shaddaa/Docks​

9:47 Local Time​

Hask laid in bed on his left side with his front facing the wall. His cybernetic arm was supporting his head under his pillow. His right arm, however, was wrapped around the naked blue stomach of the Pantoran lying with her back against his chest. His eyes fluttered open to stare at the back of her head. A frown formed on his brow for a second as he tried to figure out what and who was in front of him. The previous night's memories came back to him and a small smile formed on his face.

The sounds of ships flying overhead could faintly be heard as he laid dead still beside Irolia. The spot his ship was parked in was organised for an entire day, so technically they had until late evening to get moving. Though he wasn't particularly hasty at the moment.

He went over the night's happenings. The entire time he seemed to forget one thing. She was drunk. He led a drunk, unstable Sith acolyte to his ship and slept with her, not showing any hesitation. While drunk Irolia was completely fine with that setup, he wasn't sure how sober Irolia or worse: hung over Irolia would react. He doubted that she was that far gone to not remember anything, but still she might be surprised if she woke up. He released her frame and rolled over onto his back. Both hands rested on his chest as he stared at the ceiling above him.

Another problem decided to creep into his thoughts. Why? Why on Korriban did he decide to go through with it all? Sure it was really fun...but he didn't love her and he barely knew her. Clearly tipsy Hask had a better understanding of the situation than him. He let out a sigh and decided to get out of bed. He stood up and looked around for a few minutes, finding his boxers and slipping them on to at least look semi decent. Her clothes were also scattered all over the place along with both their lightsabers. He force-pulled them towards him and placed them on the table next to the bed for safekeeping. He moved towards the kitchen and started brewing a pot of caf. Odds of the smell reaching Irolia and most likely waking her was big but at least it might serve to calm her if she wasn't in a pleasant mood when she woke up.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

When Hask removed himself from the bed, a loud whimper came from the blue girl in bed with him. She didn't wake but indirectly complained that something warm disappeared from her back. The strong smell of caf slowly started to wake her up. Irolia rolled on to her back jawing. Her hair was messy and rattled, and she had an innocent look to her, though she still wasn't quite awake, not fully. A sudden squeal came from the blue girl as she rolled on to her front, only one problem, no more bed. Irolia had fallen out of Hask's bed and started to curse in Mando'a, the Mandalorian language, quite furiously.

Irolia got up and sat on the floor, butt naked and rubbing her head. It was there she actually looked around, that she notices, she wasn't in her own ship. With extremely fast speed, she got up, pulling her lightsaber hilt to her and ignited it immediately. "Who the fark are you and... wait I'm naked, why am I naked?!" She asked pissed. Her hangover was not kind to her. It felt like two sledgehammers repeatedly slammed down on her head. She only remembered small snippets from last night, she remembered the pure-blooded Sith, Hask, but after the incident with that girl... what was her name? Ugh... why can't I remember?!

Pointing her lightsaber directly at Hask's chest with an outstretched arm, Irolia stood still, butt naked in front of Hask. In all her woman bodily glory, she stood and threaten the man she had sex with last night, yet she bearly remembered much from the night, other than snippets.

@KinkyPrawn

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask returned to his room. In his left hand was a mug with strong, black caf and two pills for Irolia's head. In his right hand was his own mug of caf. He Wasn't paying attention to where he was walking at all until he heard the ignition of a lightsabre. He looked up with raised eyebrows at the Pantoran who was threatening him with a lightsabre. He stood in place, staring at her and clearly not even afraid of her. "I was hoping you would remember something at least." he said flatly.

His robotic fingers let go of her mug and using the force he levitated both the mug and the pills in front of her to take. "Drink up and swallow both those. Trust me, you'll need them." his voice became a bit more concerned. "Okay so what do you remember from last night? Anything stand out or do we have to start from the top?" he held the mug and pills in front of her, acting like a peace offering of sorts. This might be a lot harder than he had hoped for.

If she took the mug and pills, he would use the force to lift up his grey coat and hold it up for her to put on. Her clothing was a little worse for wear at the moment.

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[Irolia Shen]

Irolia tried to look intimidating, she really did. She looked more like a girl who just woken up, having a bad morning. Giving Hask a confused look, told him that, that might not be the case. Her confused look quickly turned to a suspicious one as she glanced just a bit from Hask to the drink and pills. "What is it?!" She snapped, which is regretted instantly, as another hammering hit her head. "uugh... my head, why does my head hurt so much...?" Asked the blue alien as more of a question to herself. She've never experienced such a headache before!

She turned off her lightsaber and sat down on the bed, or more like a mix between sitting and laying in bed. Massaging her own temples, giving Hask a glance. "What are you looking at? Like what you see?" Irolia asked getting annoyed over her hammering headache. "Last night...? Why?... What happened?" Asked the naked Pantoran with a mix of suspicious and curiousness. Irolia could not remember much and the last thing she faintly remembered was staying in a bar and... drinking. Then she could taste the aftertaste of the alcohol, ...ew... and it was horrid! Nothing like she've ever tasted before.

Suddenly Irolia rushed out of the room, butt naked with a very light shade of blue on her face. "Toilet?!" She asked, not giving the pure-blooded man a chance to answer before she disappeared into the bathroom, hoping it had a toilet. To Irolia's luck, it did and the moment she dropped to her knees, she threw up into the toilet. "Whatever you did to me last night, you're going to ge~" more didn't she get to say, before throwing up again

OOC: Irolia's first hangover, yaaay! xD
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[Hask Jen]

She asked rather rudely what he was holding up to her. He cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out whether she was serious or not. She instantly regretted shouting and decided to retire to his bed again. He simply stared at her, trying to figure out how to explain it all to her. She picked up on his staring and decided to spit venom at him further. He placed her caf and pills down next to his lightsabers and took a few steps closer to her, taking a sip of his own mug of caf.

It seemed that she started remembering something. Her faced folded in as she most likely got the terrible after taste. A few seconds later she rushed off into his bathroom. He put his mug down and followed her. He stood behind her and quickly held her hair back as she vomited into his toilet, threatening him all the way until she was cut off further. "For the record, anything we did last night was mostly your idea." he spoke as she emptied what little was in her stomach, of course that wasn't all true but he didn't want to take the sole blame for her current state. He felt bad for her, seeing her like this. When she was done vomiting and dry-heaving he helped her clean her mouth off and led her back to his bedroom. He handed her his coat to cover herself up and once again held her caf and pills out to her in his left hand. The servos of his fingers whirring softly as he adjusted his hand.

"That is strong black caf to wake you up. The first pill is for your hangover. The second pill is for what we did last night." he said calmly as he stood in front of her, looking into her red eyes, hoping that his choice of words would explain what they did...


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[Irolia Shen]

Irolia had never felt this bad before... she couldn't explain it, but everything inside of her, just wanted to leave her body or die trying. She's been in pain before, as in really bad pain, but this was something different. Her head was pounding, her mouth tasted with a mix of vomit and after-taste of alcohol. Irolia hadn't really paid attention to what Hask said to her while she threw up in his toilet. She even just let him lead her back to the bedroom, sit her down and she even took the caf and pills from him. "ugh... why did I do it? I hate myself so much right now... everything hurts in my head" mumbled the blue sith with Hask's coat over her as her anger left her eyes. "That is the last time I'll ever drink..." added the blue sith and drank of the caf. The first pill for her hangover went down instantly, anything to get rid of her pounding headache. The other pill though, she held in her hand still, looking it over. "What did we actually do last night?" She asked Hask, giving him a curious look. She didn't remember very much if nothing at all.

Even if she tried, it was all very hazy in her memories. Or to be exact, she did remember them drinking. "What I remember, is us kissing and walking... but that's about it. Did we...?" She finally asked, giving him a look, referring to their clothes scattered all over the floor. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she sat on the bed, both her arms hugging her legs into her. She held her caf in one hand and the last pill in the other, "what will this pill do?" She asked, pulling her look from the pill to Hask.

@KinkyPrawn

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask was fighting back the urge to smile. Not the first time he saw someone regret getting wasted. But it was clear that she had never been drunk before. And she wasn't subtle the previous night either, downing glass after glass of whatever it was she ordered. She then asked what they did the previous night and before he could answer she started figuring it out herself. She pulled her legs up to her chest and he couldn't help but feel worse about their predicament. She looked vulnerable, scared even. That raw rage in her eyes were gone, replaced by a certain innocence.

She asked what the pill would do and he felt even more guilty. He thought that she would figure it out by herself. She probably had but she was just afraid of that reality. He sighed and looked into her eyes with a mixture of guilt and pity. "Irolia...that pill will prevent you from getting pregnant." he spoke gently, trying to not just drop her into the deep end. He wasn't sure how she would react once she put two and two together, but if she tried to go for her lightsabre again he would intercept it quickly enough...though with her current state he doubted that she could even raise her voice.

He wasn't sure what to do in a situation like this. Never in his life was he in a position such as this and it was showing. He simply stood there in front of her, his mouth slightly open as if wanting to say something else. But no sound came from him.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Irolia listen to what he said, but she didn't catch it at first. She looked back at the pill, pregnant? She knew what it meant and that this pill would prevent it. Though, she still in a way started to think of how she would be as a mother. No, she couldn't be a mother, she would probably just giving birth to something horrible. Like, look at her, she was an internal mess. A small smile form on her lips, or what looked like a try of a small. "Well, at least this would prevent a kid to have a mess of a mother," said Irolia, referring to her own rather unstable mind. Hask really had no idea how unstable and broke Irolia's mind was. She kept it well hidden as well as she could and the alcohol had most likely kept her nightmares at bay.

Her red crimson eyes locked with Hask's and a genuine smile from Irolia, "if I would have kept it and given birth to our offspring, at least it would have had someone like you, one with an unbroken mind" she said, trying to lighten up the tension a bit. She wasn't sure it had worked, she still felt bad, but that might just be from her hangover. She placed the pill on her tongue and swallowed, followed by a sip from her black caf. Parrot had been staying outside of the bedroom, being in powered down mode to save power. It waited and wanted to be ready for when its owner would move out.

Irolia continued to sip her caf, not reacting aggressively or even raising her voice, she just sat there on the bed sipping her caf. Snapping out of her own thought, she put a fake smile on, something she've learn at her time as a slave. "Well I'll better get out of here," said the blue alien and started to take her panties and bra on, followed by pulling her pants and the rest on. Before long, Irolia stood in her clothes and armour, just as when they met at the bar. Irolia reached out with her hand and her lightsaber hilt flew quickly into her hand. Irolia's hair was still a mess from sleeping though.

The blue sith walked over to Hask so that they stood rather intimately close. She still had her "mask" on and gave him a smile. If he hadn't seen her state before taking on her clothes, it would have been impossible for him to see how innocent and broken her mind really was. For just a split second, her "mask" disappeared and the other more vulnerable and innocent side showed again. "Thanks... You really are sweet Hask" said in a quiet voice. She pecked Hask on the cheek and turned around and left to room, to go towards to exit. It couldn't be that hard to find, right?

@KinkyPrawn

 

[Hask Jen]

Irolia hesitated. Hask didn't expect her to hesitate. He was expecting her to be appalled or outraged, but instead she tried to smile and wrote herself off as a terrible mother. Hask's remorseful eyes didn't falter. He wanted to help her. But he was a Pureblood. A race bred for war meant to serve an empire bent on destruction. He wasn't a good person. Sure he meant well and tried to steer clear from the typical Pureblood ways, but he wouldn't sum himself up as a good person or someone capable of helping someone's mental health.

She went on to say that the kid would at least have someone like him. Hask couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. As she drank the pill he spoke up. "I'm the last person in the galaxy who should be raising a kid. No, I'd say it's better to put ideas like that on the backburner. For both our sakes...besides I can't picture a purple Pureblood at all." he ended with a chuckle, trying to brighten the dark mood that had set in with the sensitive topic.

He picked up his own cup of caf, sipping it along with her. Eventually she slapped on a fake smile and decided to leave. Hask gave her a small smile in return, but he was clearly still feeling bad for her. He helped her find her clothing and also threw on his own shirt and pants. She came to stand right in front of him, still wearing her fake smile. But for a moment it faltered and she gave him a peck on the cheek, complimenting him. Before she could walk out he pulled her into a tight hug, returning her peck with a kiss of his own. He let her go and looked her in the eyes. "You ever need help with anything...or just a drinking buddy, feel free to give me a call." he finished with a smile and turned to the exit. "Let me show you out at least." he said over his shoulder as he led the way to the exit.

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[Irolia Shen]

A deep sigh of content and regret when the kiss was over left Irolia, as they had broken the kiss. Parrot beeped joyfully, seeing his owner again and flew over to Irolia. Seeing her little droid made Irolia smile, a genuine and heartful smile. "I've missed you too buddy," said Irolia caressing her droid, letting it land on her shoulder. Again, Hask got a genuine laugh from the blue alien, "don't expect me to ever drink again... I really do despise it, but thanks, I'll remember it" thanked the blue-skinned Sith as the walked towards to exit of Hask ship.

The ramp was down and the doors by the exit of the ship were open for Irolia, but Irolia didn't move. She had stopped. As if she hesitated to go. Turning around, she faced the pure-blooded Sith. Before hask got to react or stop her, she went for a last deep and heartful kiss, meeting his lips one more time. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she just had to feel what that sort of affection felt like, before leaving it.

After an almost minute of the deep, affectional kiss, Irolia let go of Hask while slowly walking backwards, down the ramp of his ship. Irolia gave him an air kiss as she turned around and walked away. She disappeared as she turned a corner and mingled herself with everyone else in the street.

//End thread

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