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CATONICA: THE CORUSCANT HOTEL
10:20 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @vamp [/fancybox2]
Alcohol. Whoever invented such a cruel and despicable drink? Her head was pounding. Her stomach hurt. Her throat was raw. She at some point had gotten up to expunge everything from the previous night into the toilet. And she didn't carry a toothbrush with her. She hadn't expected to need one for she didn't plan on actually staying at the hotel. Thankfully the staff had at least provided complimentary mouthwash for them. That was a bonus.
Her night had taken a strange turn. One she did not expect to have ever taken. Not like...ever. The gala was a celebration in the Old Empire for their recent victories. Then again, these folk didn't need a reason to party. They were almost as bad as the Mandalorians in that fashion. At least the Sith were civilized. Not every party needed to turn into a brawl. Though, Eriana's actions last night were anything but civilized. She blamed it all on the man she'd woken up next to.
Milo Drast. Probably a relation to Wes Drast who she'd met on Coruscant and then again on Ilum. But that question went unanswered as she never bothered to ask. He'd come to her early in the night as she was sulking in one of the corners of the ballroom. Eriana had recently defected from the Imperial Republica after being more or less shanghaied by a few of the Empire's agents. They made her swear an oath over the tomb of the great Empress Andraste and her pledge held true to her soul. She would fight for her life for the Empire and turn her back on the failing faction she'd known so well.
But not everyone accepted her as their comrade. Eriana could feel the stares as she walked into the large banquet hall. The judging looks. The untrusting glances. The whispers she heard all too well for being blind heightened those senses. She found herself a drink and then sat in the back like the new kid at school. Lonely and unwanted. Save for one. He'd come to her a friend, though the blind Sith did not come to trust him right away.
He'd treated her with drinks and challenged her in a playful drinking game that she now regretted. What had gotten into her that she decided to even oblige his flirting? And what was his end game? Well, any girl in her right mind could tell you what his end game was. And she'd played with him until overtime. Now she was lying in bed, debating how she was going to escape. Would she throw a fit and curse him? Try to kill him? Or leave with her pride intact and vanish while he slept?
She knew she at least had to get out of the bed first. She untucked herself from the silk sheets and let her bare feet and legs open to the cold. It was warm enough in the room for her not to get chills, but inside their makeshift cocoon was a sauna and she didn't want to leave. Her dress was scattered over on the floor in a pile of his clothes and she fumed a little inside. She couldn't have at least...hung it up?
But what did sober Eriana know? Drunk Eriana had been in a tizzy. She was lost in liquor and chocolate heaven. His kisses were so warm they sent shocks through her body that at the same time made her chill to the bone. She still remembered how that felt, if she couldn't remember too much about how she'd actually gotten upstairs. A blush came to her lip as she remembered the feeling of everything that came after...
No! Behave. She was mad at this man. He's used her. She was vulnerable and he'd gotten her drunk and now she was sitting in his bed trying to escape with her dignity. But...hadn't she wanted this? A touch of someone wanting her? She was so conflicted.
Suddenly he stirred behind her. Eriana froze, wondering what he would do. Her naked back faced him and she felt his hand reach out to her. Chill bumps ran over her body. Curse him for making her feel this way....
CATONICA: THE CORUSCANT HOTEL
10:20 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @vamp [/fancybox2]
Alcohol. Whoever invented such a cruel and despicable drink? Her head was pounding. Her stomach hurt. Her throat was raw. She at some point had gotten up to expunge everything from the previous night into the toilet. And she didn't carry a toothbrush with her. She hadn't expected to need one for she didn't plan on actually staying at the hotel. Thankfully the staff had at least provided complimentary mouthwash for them. That was a bonus.
Her night had taken a strange turn. One she did not expect to have ever taken. Not like...ever. The gala was a celebration in the Old Empire for their recent victories. Then again, these folk didn't need a reason to party. They were almost as bad as the Mandalorians in that fashion. At least the Sith were civilized. Not every party needed to turn into a brawl. Though, Eriana's actions last night were anything but civilized. She blamed it all on the man she'd woken up next to.
Milo Drast. Probably a relation to Wes Drast who she'd met on Coruscant and then again on Ilum. But that question went unanswered as she never bothered to ask. He'd come to her early in the night as she was sulking in one of the corners of the ballroom. Eriana had recently defected from the Imperial Republica after being more or less shanghaied by a few of the Empire's agents. They made her swear an oath over the tomb of the great Empress Andraste and her pledge held true to her soul. She would fight for her life for the Empire and turn her back on the failing faction she'd known so well.
But not everyone accepted her as their comrade. Eriana could feel the stares as she walked into the large banquet hall. The judging looks. The untrusting glances. The whispers she heard all too well for being blind heightened those senses. She found herself a drink and then sat in the back like the new kid at school. Lonely and unwanted. Save for one. He'd come to her a friend, though the blind Sith did not come to trust him right away.
He'd treated her with drinks and challenged her in a playful drinking game that she now regretted. What had gotten into her that she decided to even oblige his flirting? And what was his end game? Well, any girl in her right mind could tell you what his end game was. And she'd played with him until overtime. Now she was lying in bed, debating how she was going to escape. Would she throw a fit and curse him? Try to kill him? Or leave with her pride intact and vanish while he slept?
She knew she at least had to get out of the bed first. She untucked herself from the silk sheets and let her bare feet and legs open to the cold. It was warm enough in the room for her not to get chills, but inside their makeshift cocoon was a sauna and she didn't want to leave. Her dress was scattered over on the floor in a pile of his clothes and she fumed a little inside. She couldn't have at least...hung it up?
But what did sober Eriana know? Drunk Eriana had been in a tizzy. She was lost in liquor and chocolate heaven. His kisses were so warm they sent shocks through her body that at the same time made her chill to the bone. She still remembered how that felt, if she couldn't remember too much about how she'd actually gotten upstairs. A blush came to her lip as she remembered the feeling of everything that came after...
No! Behave. She was mad at this man. He's used her. She was vulnerable and he'd gotten her drunk and now she was sitting in his bed trying to escape with her dignity. But...hadn't she wanted this? A touch of someone wanting her? She was so conflicted.
Suddenly he stirred behind her. Eriana froze, wondering what he would do. Her naked back faced him and she felt his hand reach out to her. Chill bumps ran over her body. Curse him for making her feel this way....
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