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[Wodan]

Even though he saw the tears, Wodan purposefully ignored them he could both see and feel the emotion flowing off the Tiefling, the last thing Altair needed was Wodan probing further into his psyche. “I think he would have if I gave him the chance.” He replied back with a smile as he took a long gulp of his drink. Wodan’s eyebrows raised slightly as the Tiefling grabbed a bottle of the whiskey, not only was the stuff expensive but it was sure to get them both rat-arsed.

As Altair threw back his second glass in quick succession, Wodan could see what was happening. The Tiefling didn’t seem to be in the state, at least mentally, to try and deal with whatever was going on, again a little pang of guilt swelled up in the Firrerrian. So instead he was looking to bury whatever was going on behind a wall of alcohol and dopamine. If he had his wish Wodan would like to sit down with the man with a simple bottle of whiskey between the two and try and help him hash out as much of what was going on inside his head as possible.

Wodan frowned as he necked his own second glass, the warm burning sensation of the alcohol gliding down the back of his throat. He was concerned for his brother and everything that was eating away at him, but Altair wasn’t the one to change his mind easily. So he would go along with this little distraction, but before they both left Eriadu he would grab the Tiefling, Wodan just couldn’t let the man walk off into the galaxy without some support.

A third and a fourth glass quickly disappeared down his throat, the warm sensation moving down into his stomach and quickly throughout his body. Firrerrian alcohol was built to get through his immune system and he was quickly past the point of merry and on the way to full blown drunk.

Drane’s approach was confusing as hell. “Altair, did you split in two?” He asked, holding onto the balcony for support. A moment or two later Altair burst into song, his rather sloshed voice attracting all kinds of looks from the surrounding patrons. Three words in and Wodan recognised the song, a cheesy grin appeared on his face and by word six the Firrerrian was full volume belting it out alongside his friend. Unlike the Tiefling there was no natural skill or beauty in his voice, it was more a shout than a song coming from Wodan as they began to spin around themselves. Wodan held the bottle out in his hand as they spun, passing back and forth between him the Tiefling and the Non-Tiefling Tiefling dude each time they circled each other.

As the song and the spinning came to an end, Wodan collapsed towards the balcony. His inebriated state combined with the spinning motion caused pretty much all of his leg functions to work, smacking his chest into the balcony as he fell forwards. The bottle of whiskey was half thrown from the balcony as he fell, disappearing into the night. “Bye bye Whiskey.”

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[Sol Kenuk]

The flames finally sputtered out, faded from what remained of the tattered, ruined curtains with walls scorched black and ash fluttering to scatter across polished floors. Well, there was one problem done, he supposed. Sol turns to look upon the woman with eyes that glowed behind his mask, curiosity burning much akin to the former blaze they had smothered.

"The poor curtains." Sol mused humorously, "Why would no one think of the curtains?" It's a simple enough joke, but really, the fire hadn't initially been an issue. Truthfully, the Kel'dor had been far more interested in watching the fights and dancing with Aadya, but now that his dance partner was getting cozy with some other woman he didn't know, and Draugr was stuck getting medical attention on his hand, that left two less spectacles for the Champion to enjoy. So, he'd might as well get to know someone new.

"I am Sol Kenuk, by the way. I don't think we've met." She wasn't some normal waitress if she was trained in the ways of the force. "Are you an Acolyte?" The Kel'dor inquires lightly. It made the most sense, he supposed. He remembered the assortment of demeaning duties that he had been given as a student, too. His history as a former Jedi certainly hadn't helped his case in that regard.

Well, look at me now, Sol thinks with amusement, an accomplished scientist, a chemist, and a successful member among the Sith. He might not have the fame of Draugr, or Altair, or even Raze, but at the very least, the Kel'dor had made some impression, and thus far, not much of it had been all that bad.

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[Imani Din]

To say Imani was glad that the fight was short would be an understatement. Relief pooled over her face when Altair gave Draugr a hand and helped pull him up after just two punches, replacing tense, furrowed eyebrows and worried eyes. It was also then that she noticed the blood on her hand. It was just a few droplets on the gold of her rings—red, not black like her own. She looked at the red for a couple of seconds, then looked back up to where Draugr was currently being moved away by some on-site medics.

There was a pang in her chest. Was it guilt? Regret? She really liked the guy, but when she'd heard the snap of the rat's neck and thought about her younger brother, there'd been no hesitation. For as long as she could remember, she'd done her best to look out for all her siblings. From stopping fights to helping them with chores and homework to being a pillar to lean on if they needed it, she'd done her best to be there. It could be draining at times, but it was important to her.

That's why, after only a few moments of deliberation, Imani decided that it wasn't regret. She wouldn't feel bad, ever, about standing up for any of her siblings. On the other hand, that didn't mean she didn't feel some kind of way as she watched Draugr leave the room.

Altair made his way over before too long, and the woman just gave her younger brother a sigh after his request. "Don't let me stop ya Tai," she said, switching seamlessly into their native language. "Just don't go too crazy, alright? I wanna picture of you all dressed up before you leave. Ma and Pa are gonna be so proud of you."

Imani looked a bit conflicted when Altair then told her to go talk to Draugr, insisting there was no beef anymore and giving what seemed to be his approval. She did accept his hug though, and the woman held him for a good couple of seconds before she let him go. "An' I'm proud of you too, Tai. Real proud." He'd grown up so much from the kid that struggled with his classes and couldn't keep a clean room. "So you better not run off before I can get a nice picture of you, you hear me?" With that, Imani grinned, gave Altair a solid pat on the shoulder, and let him wander off.

Now, she needed to go talk to Draugr. She wasn't sure whether she should go now or wait, but she made her way over anyway and sat down nearby while one of the medics helped patch up his hand. What the hell was she even going to say? She wasn't going to apologize.

"My family is one of the most important things to me," she began, quietly. "So I'm not gonna apologize for that, 'cause I would've done it to anyone. That being said..." She trailed off for a second, unsure of how to phrase things, then just went with the first thing to come to mind. "I do like you, Draugr, and I'd hate for this to be the end of things. So when you're done, if you still want that second dance, I'd be more than happy."

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[Celeste Stythani]

Oh hell no...why. Why the hell was the Kel'Dor indeed starting a conversation?! Was this all a damn joke, like the whole chaos that had erupted at the event in general? Literally, everything that had happened was crazy and almost seemed scripted....even for a Sith party.

Now, when she simply wanted to vanish into the shadows again, this tall crab man, apparently known as Sol, was actually looking for a chat. She glanced over her shoulder to one of the overseers of this event but she didn't seem to mind anything at all. The guests were apparently all satisfied and either already had a drink or where starting to enter a state in which another drink was simply no good idea.

So she didn't even have an actual excuse to flee?! Great. With the fake smile still on her lips she grinned at him, clearing her throat. "Nice to meet you, Sol", damn...she just wanted to get away, "It's quite complicated...But as much as I'd love to chat and continue this lovely conversation, it seems like my presence is required elsewhere" she replied, not actually wanting to give away any details to the stranger right now. Maybe he wouldn't even remember her.

Her eyes optimistically widened as she saw her final chance: There was someone actually needing help. The little snacks on the buffet table were almost emptied - so there was her silver lining. She could easily slip away to avoid further interactions with anyone. "I'm afraid I'll get into trouble" she added, throwing him a sweet, apologetic smile before she spun on her heels and hurried off, making her way through the dancefloor to avoid being spotted by anyone else.

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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A... sorry? Had Aadya lost her religion? Clove stood speechless, staring into Aadya's once brown eyes, only now noticing the golden freckles. They were telltale signs of a Darksider, but she'd never seen them up close before. Altair's eyes had always been a clear bright violet, and he was the only Darksider she'd ever seen up close. And Krinn, but his eyes were completely black. They were strangely beautiful, but— she couldn't focus on them. No. She had to focus on Aadya's apology.

Why had she apologized? But then again... No. She didn't have to question it. Clove understood why. Sure, Aadya hadn't used words to explain why. But the manner in which she said those words... The way she looked ever so slightly awkward and even anxiously, Clove knew well enough what she was trying to say. Aadya's words continued to ring in Clove's head repeatedly, her own thought bouncing back in confusion for a hand full of seconds.

"It's okay." Clove's lips curled up into a gentle smile as soft words rolled across them. It wasn't as broad, cheery, or warm as the smile saved only for Altair, Ruz, and Arctus. No, it was delicate and small, but above all, it was calm. Sure, Clove hadn't forgiven Aadya for everything that had happened, but for the first time since Dantooine, there was acceptance. Acceptance for the tattoos she usually hid or was self-conscious about, acceptance for the scars that ruined her otherwise near-perfect silky skin, acceptance for the fact that her legs never regained their strength. And acceptance of the fact that, like Altair, Aadya was a soldier who simply carried out orders. All while adding a dash of cruelty.

So, even though the steps to the dance floor reminded her of the things she couldn't do because of Aadya, even though she felt the small jabs of pain in her back and thighs so frequently that she had grown accustomed to them... it suddenly didn't matter.

Sure, Altair had taught Clove freedom; freedom that forced her to fight for what she wanted. But none of that ever healed the pain; it only masked it until it all came crashing down, sending her in an endless spiral for months on end. A spiral in which she was more than ready to end it all. But now, after years of living in a state of tolerance, the half-Annfyn's body almost floated with airiness as she entered the dancefloor.

She was ready to let go.

Speaking of fighting for what she wanted, Clove became acutely aware that somewhere in the midst of it all, Altair had left in an awkward state of drunkenness and highness, and she had caught a single glimpse of him and Draugr. She knew she had to talk to him, preferably today. Because she was tired of playing hide and seek with both of their emotions and wanted to clear the air once and for all. Just... sit down and actually talk. But, as determined as she felt, now wasn't the time, because, while she felt a peace she hadn't felt in many years, the pain, anger, and sadness that surrounded him hadn't magically vanished. And, well, she knew he was still extremely drunk, he had to be, and— ... Was that... singing(@Sreeya)? Clove's brown eyes darted towards the balcony in the distance, to the source of the voices. And while she was expecting many things, it wasn't the three men, one with four horns and a tail, belting out some incredibly cheesy old-but-gold songs.

... No. This was not the conversation to have with someone who was so intoxicated that a donkey was more logical. But it'd come. She'd chase his butt if she had to.

But for now, Clove gently took Aadya's hand in hers, swung her free arm around her waist, and began to glide across the dance floor, dancing while her heart vanished in the music. For once, she wasn't going to let Aadya or anyone else take the lead. Despite being smaller than the Firrerreo, she guided her across the marble floor and beneath the stained glass, painting them in a range of deep purples and warm orange hues. Her hair swung in the wind with each new swirl, her eyes closing every now and then before re-opening to focus on Aadya's.

"I just realized I don't know anythin' about you other than your name is Aadya an' that you're a wonderful fighter." Clove said after a moment of silence during their dance, her smile ever so slightly more amused than before. It was true. She'd spent years hating a woman she'd never known well; her name was Aadya... she was a Sith, Altair's ex, and she wore a mask. And that was all she knew.

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[Sol Kenuk]

Ah, well, that was that then. Sol wasn't going to stop the woman from leaving, certainly not if she had a job to do. Of course, that did leave Sol, once again, alone. The fire was out, the chaos was fading, and all that was really left to watch was the attempted murder of Bel, which was admittedly rather justified, at least from what the Kel'dor had witnessed.

Regardless, Sol says nothing as Celeste quickly makes her escape from the towering Champion, and his eyes don't bother to follow. The Kel'dor turns his vision outward, peering across the ballroom with shining eyes. Well, what was left to do? Everyone else seemed to be occupied, his dance partner was still lurking with Clove, Bel was still getting attacked, and Varyn seemed to finally be getting the aid he needed. Even Imani seemed to have found her way back to Draugr.

Eventually, Sol's gaze finds Jasnah in the crowd, having broken away from the chaotic battle. With a thoughtful hum, the Kel'dor makes his way toward her. Perhaps she wanted a break from the madness, but how was Sol to know? So, he finds himself striding up to her with a pleasant smile.

"Not drunk yet?" Sol questions with amusement. "Seems to be the running theme of the night. Get drunk or get into a fight. Or both." The Kel'dor remarked. Unsurprisingly, he had done neither. Sol couldn't drink with his mask, nor was he the type to start skirmishes in the middle of a celebration. Not all Sith were mindlessly violent, after all. Sol preferred to stay classy.

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[Altair Din]

Altair laughed as Wodan implied he and Drane looked the same, “Fuck nah, he ain’t got this,” He stuck out his elongated tongue and the row of twin studs running along the length of it. He took a few more swigs before they started singing and circling. Their little dance instantly put Altair in a great mood. Once he started singing, there was no going back. His tail, which was limp before, began to swing side to side playfully as he practically skipped along in dance.

The tiefling watched Wodan abruptly almost topple over the railing. Altair saw the bottle sail right out of his hands. Seconds later, the tiefling was right there next to Wodan, also hunched over the railing with both his arms outstretched, “NOOOOOOOOOO!” He cried out dramatically, completely forgetting that he had the Force and could have yanked it back. Oh well.

“Bye bye whiskey,” Altair called out gloomily, “Say hello to Bernard for me!”

He was drunk beyond measure and in a great mood. And it was time for more song. While still hunched over, he began to hum a song. It was a song called Kashyyyk and for whatever reason he felt extremely compelled to sing it just then. He began to sway side to side again, his arm once again around Wodan’s shoulder. Altair began to sing quietly, but it got progressively louder. And then the chorus, his powerful voice easily reaching the range beautifully.

“IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAAAAAY FROM YOU!
THERE’S NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED WOOKIEES OR MORE COULD EVER DOOOO!
I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN KASHYYYYYYYYYYK!
GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THE THINGS WE NEVER HAAAAD OOOOOOOH!”

By now, their singing was belted above the quiet tones of the classical music playing inside. Altair was in his own happy world, swaying giddily in dance while singing at the top of his lungs. As the song slowly winded to a close, the tiefling had a huge smile on his face, “How does this song exist man? Wookiees can’t sing can they? It’d sound like a chainsaw!” Hiccup.

He clapped Wodan on his back and hiccuped a few more times.

“I love you man. Don’t fuck me over,” He said to Wodan with slurred speech and with a few hiccups in between. Altair glanced back towards the inside of the dance hall, eyeing the stage where the live band was taking a break. His friend would know instantly what Altair was thinking.

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

”Rude.” Caerllion said, while Sol walked away without even saying anything to him. With his dazed mind, the Acolyte wondered what happened to make everyone act as if they never had any politeness. Although, knowing the Kel’Dor usual mood, he probably grew up in a cave. Maybe he was adopted by rats. The Annfyn laughed stupidly with this thought.

“I don’t need anyone to have fun!” with that in mind, the Acolyte continued to dance alone. This time his movements were less slurred, but it was still too chaotic to call it a dance. However, Caerllion didn’t care. He only wanted to have fun and the spicy had pushed him in the freedom that he never had due to his position as a noble.

“Ooh, I’m dizzy again.” he nearly fell on the floor. The room was once again spinning around him, this time worse than before. Caerllion wondered if by using some more of Altair’s spice this bad feeling would go away. After all, this entire time he had only this feeling of euphoria. He wanted some more of it.

With that in mind, Caerllion went after the Tiefling. Due to his dizziness he would have some trouble walking, but would finally find Altair on a balcony and Wodan was also there. There was also another person here that he didn’t recognize. ”Heyyy, Wodie! I thought that you tripped in the bathroom and went down the plumbing.” he smiled at the Firrerreo, before waving at the stranger. “Hello! I’m Caer! The Little Prince!” in his right mind, he would never have revealed the nickname that his mother gave to him.

Then he turned to the Tiefling. “Altair, do you have more of that spice? It was sooo good! I wanted some more. Pleaseee?” he slurred, begging the Champion for more of the drug. It was obvious to anyone to see that he was still under its effect.

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[Wodan]

Altair flopped down onto the railing next to him, his voice screaming out from the lost whiskey. Who the hell was bernard? Did he fall over the railing as well? Turning around, Wodan slumped down against the balcony edge, the cold of the concrete seeping through the thin fabric to his but. He looked up at the Tiefling. “I miss him already. Poor Mr Whiskey”

His head began to bop from side to side as Altair began his singing, the song brought back memories of his childhood. Kashyyyk was constantly on the radio, his mother could sing about as well as him so the words were scared into his mind. But the Alcohol was blasting through his system and he had no cares in the world that his voice sounded like a screeching Porg. Or that he was now complete bare chested, half his outfit was strewn across the balcony area.

Wodan clumsy pulled himself up from the ground as he belted out the same lyrics as Altair, but about a third of a second behind the Tiefling and a few octaves higher. His soft soled slippers slipped a few times as he pulled himself up, causing limbs to fly out in a hundred directions like a blind baby Ackay.

He finally got to his feet just before the big chorus, grabbing the Tiefling by the collars of his shirt he screamed into his face. ”Hurry boi, she's waiting there for you!!!!” Before letting go and spinning on the spot. “IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAAAAAY FROM YOU… His arms outstretched he stumbled around the balcony singing his heart out until the song came to an end.

“No, but Sol told me they are fucking great in bed.” He slurred, trying to give the man a wink, but just ended up just closing his eye for a few seconds. As Altair clapped him on the head and professed his love to him, Wodan laughed, grabbing the big man by two of his horns pulling him down and planting a big sloppy kiss on his forehead. “Ahh you big lumox. I love you two.” Turning his hornlock into a headlock, he gestured towards the waiting hall. He had seen Tiefling's eyes light up at the sign of the empty stage. “Lets go fuck things up.”

As they began their walk Caerllion appeared on the balcony next to them. He smacked the Annfyn on his shoulder as they went past. “Come on Caer bear, you can play the triangle!”

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[Altair Din]

It took a few seconds to realize that Wodan’s torso was sans clothing whatsoever. Altair squinted a few times, “Am I seein’ double or do you got both your boobies out?” He rubbed his eyes but the mecks were still there. Altair glanced up right as Caer wandered into his peripheral. There was a moment of pause as Altair attempted to process what the Annwfyn asked him. Unfortunately his immediate answer was in the form an extremely loud belch right in his face, giving him a strong whiff of Firrerrian whiskey that would probably drop his dainty ass right there.

“Wooooops, my bad lil’ prince,” Altair said gleefully before reaching into his pocket to bring out the spice. He snorted some himself before giving some to Caer and then the other two. He nodded enthusiastically at Wodan’s idea, rallying all the boys as he thrust a fist triumphantly into the air, “ONWARD, GENTS!” He declared as they swept into the hall with the swagger and confidence of Johnny Q but in reality with the grace and coordination of the Jedi rescue operation on Kashyyyk.

The tiefling was using Wodan and Caer to keep himself on his feet at this point as they strode through the dance floor. Altair almost ate shit as he almost tripped over Jasnah’s (@Wit) dress, but he managed to stop short of kissing the floor. Their glorious charge continued right past Clove and Aadya and past whatever Vahliri was doing.

His gaze panned across the floor and he couldn’t spot Tiamat anywhere. Bits and pieces of his dramatic confession bled into his thoughts and he started to feel sick. Altair had been a piece of shit to Tia and he would find her again. When he wasn’t completely plastered. However, his gloomy mood meant he was especially ready to perform. After a couple of tries, he finally hoisted himself up on the stage, practically having to roll himself on sideways.

The current band attempted to escape but Altair commanded at least the guitarists to stay, the classical music coming to a close. With his white dress shirt grimy and sweaty, he simply unbuttoned it and tossed it aside along with the undershirt. Like Wodan, he was left shirtless, the spotlights accenting his defined torso. Of course, he grabbed the mic with the hand bandaged with that dirty rag, his black blood seeping through the poorly done wrapping.

Song​

Altair began to sing softly, emotions pouring into the classic song. He was always confident when he performed, and it slowly came out as he continued singing. He swayed his torso and gyrated his hips seductively as he sang.

“Is there any just cause to feelin’ like this?
On the surface, I’m a name on a list,
I try to be discreet, but then blow it again.
She’s loving by proxy, no give and all take,
‘Cause I’ve been thrilled to fantasy one too many times.”

His gaze flicked towards Clove as he sang those words, but only long enough to leave her wondering if it was deliberate or not. Altair’s dancing was certainly drawing attention, a few cheers erupting especially from the ladies. The tiefling walked across the stage, tossed the mic stand to the side but caught it with his tail before flipping back into his other hand to keep singing.

“Oh I just died in your arms tonight!
Must’ve been something you said!
Oh I just died in your arms tonight!
Must’ve been some kinda kiss!
I should’ve walked away…should’ve walked away!”

A few women came up close to the stage and he leaned down to casually tap their chin before withdrawing back to keep singing. The simple gesture elicited excited squeals and cheers. His movements may have been sluggish and sloppy before, but he knew exactly what he was doing when he performed. Altair swayed his hips, running his fingers through his hair before he spun around and showed off his nice booty in the form fitting Imperial pants. He twirled around to face the crowd again, his demeanor bold, drunk and confident as he sang.

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[Darth Draugr]

Draugr couldn't react properly too much, but hearing Altair assure him he'd put in a good word for the man he had just beaten in a fight was something remarkable. The Zabrak under normal circumstances would have probably played it off but the concussion affecting his way of talking had opened up just little with the Zabrak giving a quick chuckle and bloody smirk before fully gone.

As the medical staff had taken him off to the side, he would be sat down next to a small bacta section. The Zabrak had been seated in a chair and the medical professionals began repositioning his right arm in place with some mending. Afterwards he would have the full forearm wrapped in the bacta patches to heal. As for his nose, a medical professional had moved it slightly with a popping noise. Suddenly he could breathe through his nose with a burning sting. They said it'd heal on its own fine. The chest had some bruising but they knew he had worse things to get healed up.

While he had been getting help he was still conscious and they began using bacta injections to clear the pain through the rest of his body. Clearing mind. Looking around through a swollen eye he could feel it slowly losing swelling. Wodan passed by with a confused look on his face, the Zabrak would have gotten up if he hadn't needed to get his hand fixed.

Then he heard a familiar voice, and looked over to see Imani. He figured she would have owned what she had done, but he was still salty for it, that was until she confirmed what both of them had left unsaid. She liked him. Something he had wondered and had wanted. His expression had been still, and he looked her in the eyes as his metallic hand had been gently place onto one of hers. "I like you too.. and my dance offer still stands." He gave a small smirk to her before adding on, "Just next time.. warn me it's your brother's rat before attacking me. Matukai fucking hurts.." He gave a little chuckle before waiting for her response.

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[Jasnah Atreides]

"Tell me about it," Jasnah responded to Sol with a shake of her head as she downed another shot of Correlian whiskey diluted with the cheapest Nar Shaddaa ale that the bartender had been able to find, "makes you wonder how the Empire hasn't burned itself to the ground. Sorry about your," she returned the glass to the counter and scooped up another glass, raising it to Sol as she finally her eyes away from the bar and to him, "rat thing, I expect you put a lot of effort into it." Whatever his faults, that she knew off in their still relatively short acquaintance, she had come to admire his work ethic, and given how excited he seemed about things like this she had to assume he wasn't completely unfazed by Draugr's little stunt. Which, with the few drinks in her, surprised her. When had she started giving Sol the considerations she would to a friend?

Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of the drunken band of boys, as Altair almost tripped walking past them, and proceeded to invade the stage. "Is he always like this?" She asked as she started slowly drifting towards the stage, dragging Sol along. "Did not expect the hero of Korriban to actually know his way around a stage." Reaching the stage in time to witness a almost kiss, she raised an eye-brow in surprise, a slight grin pulling on her lips as the fun everyone on stage seemed to be having started rubbing off on her, pushing away some of the cynical indifference for the party that had been crawling in earlier.

By the time the song was ending though, she felt a connection that wasn't there before, the feelings behind the music getting through to her. Suddenly, without a warning to Sol, or anyone else, she moved to quickly circle the stage, and in the chaos of all the attention locked onto Altair, no one noticed her slip onto the back of the stage. And when the song ended, and the cheers had died down a little, a new tune started playing from a keyboard that had been sitting unused in the back.

Music​

If Altair turned to look for the source of the music and spotted her, Jasnah would respond with a wink and a nod towards the instrument in his hand, before breaking into song herself. While not as good as him, she wasn't half bad, and her notes on the keyboard were rusty but full of genuine passion.

" ♪ Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world,
She took the midnight freight going anywhere,
Just city boy, born and raised in south Kuat,
He took the midnight freight going anywhere... ♪"

As she finished singing the first verse, she caught Altair's eye again, but this time there was a challenge in them, daring him to pick up where she had left off.

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

"Ugh, gross." Caerllion said, while moving his shaking hands to cover his face. In a normal situation, the Annfyn would scream at Altair for belching on his face. Perhaps he would even throw a blast of Korriban magick. Since the Tiefling couldn’t burn, he would at least go flying away. However, the Acolyte was too high to do anything about it besides complaining and feeling more dizzy.

Any other negative reaction that the Annfyn had disappeared as soon as he saw Altair offering the spice to him. He smiled before picking some of it. "Gimme!" when he snorted it, Caerllion felt his dizziness being replaced by the same feeling of freedom from early. His pupils dilated and that same stupid smile reapeared on his face.

When he noticed that everyone was leaving, he stared at them with confusion. "Are you three already leaving?" Caerllion asked, his lips soon forming a pout. The Acolyte never did it since the time that he was still a baby, but such an act had become too common during this night. The spice not only gave him the sense of freedom, but had brought out the child that Annfyn used to be before the death of his mother.

"Oh, I never played a triangle before." the Annfyn said, deep in thought. His drugged mind took Wodan's joke too seriously. Suddenly, his eyes illuminated like that of an excited child. "But I know how to use a harp! I'm not exceptional like my father, but I can do it well. He composed thousands of laments for my mother." He babbled, while following Wodan and Altair to the stage.

The Annfyn felt Altair putting weight on his shoulder and the Acolyte tried to avoid being dragged down by the Tiefling when he tripped at Jasnah's dress. "It'll still end up killing someone." the Annfyn muttered, before bursting into a brief laugh. Himself could have died because of it if he didn’t hold Wodan.

Caerllion watched the Altair climb on the stage and start to sing. "Uuuhhh, Altair is hot too." he mumbled, when the Tiefling took off his shirt. Then he turned to look at Wodan, who was also shirtless. "It isn’t fair! Why am I still wearing those?" the Annfyn said, before pocking the Firrereo bare arm. Then, he unbuttoned his suit and the white shirt below it. He threw it away, revealing how his body had become more defined since he started to use the Thorne Workout Routine.

"Better!" without his shirt, the Annfyn turned to look at the show. While Altair sang on the stage, Caerllion would move his body to the sound of the music. He tried to be sensual, but his movements would end up being a bit sloppy due to the spice. "Do you want to dance with me?" he would ask if Wodan had remained by his side.

Even if the other Acolyte didn’t answer, he would continue doing it alone. Caerllion only wanted to dance and have fun. The Annfyn wanted to bask in the feeling of freedom that he didn’t had for so many years, even if it would only last until the effect of the spice lasted.

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[Imani Din]

"Come find me when you're all patched up," Imani smiled as she stood up, giving Draugr a lingering, flirty look as she turned and rejoined the party. Her eyes immediately found Altair on his hijacked stage, and she simply smiled and shook her head. Both he and Nadiya had always been great singers, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she'd missed the musical gene in the family.

She watched as another woman made her way up on stage, parting from the Kel'dor who'd given Altair the rat and leaving him standing alone. Seeing this as an opportunity to meet someone new, Imani made her way over to Sol and promptly introduced herself.

"I don't believe we've met before," she chirped as she joined him at his spot. "Imani Din." The tiefling woman had snatched a glass of wine on the way over, and she took a long sip as she waited for Sol to respond in kind with his name.

"He's always had a great voice," she said, nodding toward the stage and the small, but growing crowd in front of it when she did. "He used to upload clips of him singing' and playin' the guitar on NoiseNebula. I'm not sure if he still does, but I think the old ones are all still there."

"You were at Korriban, right?"

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[Sol Kenuk]

Sol tilts his head at Jasnah curiously. Was she really concerned about how he felt for that rat? Well, Sol doesn't quite mind that it had died, the vanity of the beast had long since worn out, but nonetheless it was the Kel'dor's very first success with Sith Alchemy. So, he supposed there was some disappointment in the loss, but it was far from the same level of emotion that Altair had felt. Though he does open his mouth to reply, the arrival of a very drunken band upon the nearby stage seems to snag everyone's attention. Ah, Altair looked... drunk. Then again, so did the other two. Real drunk. Sol silently wonders just how much alcohol a Sith could consume before passing out from alcohol poisoning and subsequent liver failure. Well... it wasn't really Sol's problem, was it?

Altair was... oh, he didn't really know how he felt anymore. Sol adored the man's looks, particularly his horns, and truthfully, the Kel'dor would never not be jealous of that magnificent rack upon the Tiefling's head. The other Sith was rather fun to hang around, and he made drab missions quite a bit more tolerable. He even seemed quite receptive to Sol's advances, yet time and time again, the Kel'dor failed to move anywhere beyond crude jokes and innuendo. Then he shows up with a date on his arm, Master Tiamat no less, and where was she now? Missing, not long after the Sith had cursed out the name of another woman. Then of course, there had been that rather tense exchange, too far for Sol to make out the words, but nonetheless, the result was blatant enough. Tiamat was gone. Clove was dancing with Aadya. Altair was singing songs about... heartbreak?

Really, it should have been Sol's opportunity, but given just how out of it the Tiefling seemed, Sol wasn't about to start flirting with someone that was so drunk that they were performing a live show in the middle of a fancy ball for all to see. He was even being rather suggestive with it all, and... well, the Kel'dor doesn't mind the show. Of course, while he had been standing there watching, Jasnah had snuck onto stage, and Sol was once again, predictably, left alone. Better still, the woman decides to join the singing, pointedly staring at the Tiefling as if to incite a duet. So much for Wodan and Caerllion, left to do their own thing if Altair took Jasnah's bait and left his friends to pass out together on stage.

He's vaguely aware that, out of the corner of his eye, someone is approaching him. Sol turns, is rather surprised to see another Tiefling join him where he had been standing. This was... Altair's family, right? She was the one that Draugr had brought along. He wonders if those two had kissed and made up yet, because truthfully, the Kel'dor hadn't bothered to pay attention to either of them much before. Imani Din. Her introduction confirms it easily enough. And, well... the whole slapping Draugr thing was just something that had made it even more blatant. Now Sol can really get an understanding in that regard. If only Draugr wasn't so prone to physical violence or lethal moods, then he wouldn't have killed the rat in a fit of child-like rage, and he wouldn't be trapped over by the medics, either.

Unfortunate for the Zabrak, Sol can't find it within him to care. Draugr had made his own choices, and there were consequences to be had in that regard.

"Sol Kenuk." The Kel'dor offers the Tiefling woman a gentle grin behind his fanged mask. She comments upon Altair's singing, and he can't help but agree. The other Sith did have a nice voice. Sol wasn't much of a singer himself, and he'd probably sound more akin to a dying goat than an actual person trying to hold a tune. Well, he couldn't be charming in every department, right? That would ruin the fun of personal growth and whatever else mushy people liked to go on about while debating philosophy. Then, Imani questions his role upon Korriban, and Sol inclines his head, a visible nod in response to the horned woman. He had indeed been on the world during the attack, but his role was quite insignificant in comparison to Altair's, it seemed.

"I helped with the defense." Sol replies smoothly. "I was down in some tomb beneath the temple, ghastly place, crawling with bugs." He remarked with a bit of amusement. He did recall the sensation of the nexus though, the way it had made him feel powerful. The Kel'dor still knew where it was, and how to find it. Perhaps he would return to the nexus, in time. With his learnings in ancient Sith and alchemy to bolster his thoughts, would he be able to attempt a ritual of his own? Something a bit more personal. Then again, from what he had heard from those that had stayed for the ritual, the Arcane Master had used it for personal means as well.

Sol couldn't say that he blamed her. The opportunity for betrayal had presented itself like a chess board. It was just like a Sith to be an opportunist like that.

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[Imani Din]

"Ah, yes. I've heard the tombs are a tad unnervin'." She'd never gone down into the catacombs in her entire time at the Korriban academy, but she'd heard stories from other students who had. It was generally the result of a punishment, and Imani hadn't been much of a troublemaker. A party animal? Yes, but that was to be expected of a Din. "I'm glad those damn bugs were squashed. I'd hate to see my ol' school overrun by a buncha insects."

Imani shook her head and took another sip of her drink. "So, how do you know my brother?" She figured they'd been assigned to a mission together or something similar. Outside of socials like this, that seemed to generally be how Sith met one another. Unfortunately, she'd been unable to make new connections during her year-long reconnaissance stint for the ISB.

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[Sol Kenuk]

The Kel'dor snorts, a noise of amusement. The tombs could be unnerving, it was true. Sol found them rather interesting though, and the nexus was certainly worth a second visit.

"They are dark, confusing, and dangerous." Sol responds smoothly. "But the tombs hold many secrets I'd like to unravel." He admits, vision flickering from Altair and the other singers to Imani, a sly glimmer within his eyes. "But yes, I'm pleased we were able to thwart the insects. Allowing them to take Korriban was not an option." Sol agrees. If the Sith couldn't have it, then he doubted the Killiks would be allowed to either.

"Altair has plenty of praises. From what I was told, he took command of the battle when the First Blade died." And with that, Sol's eyes return to the Tiefling upon the stage, a hint of jealousy mingling with a simmer of desire. Sol says nothing in regards to those sensations, though.

As for how he knew Altair, well... the man was rather famous, after all. Sol had heard of the other Sith before he had even met him, but it was their dive into Nar Shadda's underworld that had truly introduced the two.

"We were on a mission together awhile ago." The Kel'dor explained with honeyed vocals. "We ended up on Nar Shaddaa, tracking down a Sith artifact." Sol doesn't really elaborate, but even if he's not so willing to let it slip that he had discovered Darth Zannah's holocron, the Kel'dor's certain that Altair would probably spill the beans to his sister with little effort on her part. Oh well.

@lizziie

 

[Altair Din]

As the keyboard began to play, Altair slowly turned to look, staring in disbelief. He had performed many times, but no one had been bold enough to join him on stage while sprinkling in a bit of flirting. Altair had never met this woman before, but he was floored. He was still drunk, but his tail betrayed his excitement in how it swished back and forth. The tiefling grinned at the girl while he began to sing, adding a few modifications of his own.

“A singer in an Imperial room,
A smell of whiskey and ‘xpensive cologne,” He flashed her a wink,
“For a smile they can share the night,
It goes on and on and on” He took a few steps towards her as he sang that,

However, he whipped around to face the crowd to keep singing, leaving that bit of teasing with the beautiful woman. Internally, he was still completely shocked to have a girl be bold enough to use his very own medium against him. The gesture put a smile on his face and kept it there. He was emotionally still stuck on everything else that happened earlier that night, but he couldn’t deny this caught his attention.

Altair sang the rest of the song with her, casting her teasing glances and smiles with the words. When it was time for the next song, he made a show of fixing up his hair and turning to face the woman while sauntering towards her on stage. If Wodan (@Braden)was on stage, Altair would nudge him to provide some backup vocals.

Song​

“Excuse me miss, what’s your name?
Can I get my grown man on for a second?
‘Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be rollin’ with Altair, Altair
Lady
Excuse me miss, what’s your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out tonight?”

He swayed from side to side the entire time, jutting his chin towards her with a half smile. He only lingered there for a moment before facing the audience again. Altair rattled off the song while moving and dancing to the rhythm.

"Everybody's like, "He's no item, please don't like him"
"He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Ladies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em
He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em
Better them than me, she don't agree with him
She's mad at that, he's not havin' that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets"

Altair winked at the women that were at the front of the stage, pointedly not looking at the ones that actually knew him. He was boozed up, he was an asshole and he was fully embracing it. And he had a beautiful woman on stage with him. Altair tilted his head back towards Jasnah as he sang the chorus once more, playfully inquiring her name while he continued his seductive dancing.

@Wit

 

[Imani Din]

Imani grinned. She'd heard a few stories about Altair's actions on Korriban, mostly from curious colleagues. She very well expected to hear an exaggerated version of the story from him the next holiday back home. Ma would worry, Pa would love it, and Laila would surely beam with childish joy.

Sol didn't elaborate, and Imani didn't really think to ask more about it. Her personal interests lay with the political side of the Sith. Imperial ongoings, intelligence reports...the lot of it. Artifacts, invasions, and the deadly game of the Sith...not so much.

"It's a shame about thim," Imani replied, referring to the First Blade. "But that's how things go from time to time, I s'ppose." The Tiefling took another sip of her drink, draining the class of its contents, and briefly glanced over to see if Draugr (@Scoobert) had emerged from his corner with the medics yet. It had certainly not been long enough, but she couldn't help but check anyway. It was hard to be patient.

Seeing he was still back there, Imani sighed and handed her glass off to a passing waiter. Thanks to her tiefling blood, she wasn't even feeling a buzz yet. But gone were her days of heavy drinking to feel the alcohol, so she didn't go for another quite yet.

At least the curtains weren't on fire anymore. She'd been wondering how long it would take for the servants to quell that bit of chaos.

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[Sol Kenuk]

A shame? Perhaps. The First Blade had certainly been useful. One did not earn such a position lightly, after all. But power plays were not so rare among the Sith, and there was always someone to fill the void left behind. Sol didn't know the First Blade, but he supposed he should at least care a little, if not by respectfulness alone.

The song that Altair sings begins to change, and, to perhaps no one's surprise, the lyrics are once again about heartbreak, or perhaps... well, it didn't really matter what the song was about, did it? Sol thinks he grasps the meaning behind them, the reason why the drunken Sith spouted such words. In any case, none of the words were directed at Sol. Still, he can't help but keep his eyes open with a silent hint of glee. Was there about to be even more drama he could spectate? It certainly seemed to be brewing.

In the midst of that, he catches the glance that Imani shoots toward where the medics still tended to Draugr. Did she really like that man? The Zabrak was cunning and strong, a good combatant, but he acted off emotion rather than thought, used his fists before bothering with words. Draugr was violent, and in the Sith, that was not such a bad thing, but the man seemed to know no other way.

Still, Sol's tastes were hardly much better, so how could he judge? He, too, had enjoyed the look of Draugr as he had sat upon Ochi's throne, drenched in the blood of the Nightbrother's. Power was attractive, even if it was gained through barbarism.

"So, you like Master Draugr?" The Kel'dor inquires curiously. "I joined him on a mission once. I think we get along." Sol smirks through his polite vocals. Neither seemed to have beef with the other, and the Kel'dor wouldn't mind tagging along with the red skinned Zabrak on a second mission if it was ever needed. It was almost like having a big, horned meat shield that he could cast spells behind. Effective and frightening.

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