Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion watched Azar put something on his drink with a raised eyebrow. He wondered if the Pureblood had used a real potion or if it was some type of joke. The fact that the liquid inside his glass had changed appearance made the Annfyn conclude that it was real.

Besides, Azar didn’t seem the type to make jokes. Although, torturing some Acolytes with potions could be considered as a sense of humor.

Curious about it, Caerllion decided to drink it. The Annfyn was sure that Azar wasn’t going to make him act like a cat or other animal. He wasn’t an Acolyte, he could retaliate late. “To your beautiful clothes and gorgeous body!” the Champion made a playful toast toward the Pureblood, before swallowing all that was inside the glass.

For a time, nothing happened and Caerllion started to think that it had been a joke. However, the Annfyn slowly felt incapable of maintaining his legs still. He wanted to dance, the music of the club had become like a siren song, calling the Champion to it. By this point, he wasn’t paying attention to what Trael told him.

The Annfyn jumped from his seat, his body already moving to the rhythm of the music. With a big smile at his lips, Caerllion approached Ayomi. He could be dancing, but his eyes were still appraising their body. “Would you, gorgeous, dance with me?” he offered them his left hand and winked. “It would be wonderful to dance with someone so hot like you.”

Spoiler: OOC

Potion effect: urge to dance

@Sreeya @Javier esschoolbus @René

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari glid across the floor as Azar pulled him close, his tiny smile growing as they got closer. His big, brown eyes softened, batting at Azar's statement. Vossari passed one of the cocktails in their hand to Azar as he spoke, while their eyes continued to travel around the edges of Azar's outfit. They placed a hand on his collar, softly but firmly affixing the two of them together.

"Oh, Azar..." They could barely murmur a quip in response. "I know I can be a little intense." Typically, Voss's first move would have been to draw attention to themself, to be direct, rather than to wave and hide like a coward. However, a Typical Vossari Plan resulted in the acolyte being beaten, choked, shot, and captured too many times already. "I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends." They muttered, casting a sideways glance towards the group Azar had walked from, before fixing their vision ahead of them. A goal for this party was to not get choked.

Well, not non-consensually, at any rate. "And you know you can be..." Powerful? Enticing? Scary? Voss parted his full lips, sighing gently as his voice lowered to a whisper. "Intimidating." Vossari took a sip of his drink once more as a long, manicured finger traced the edges of Azar's jacket. "And I thought all you owned were robes. Still, you always look good in black." Seeing Azar's tattoos on his small, well-built frame again flashed Vossari's mind back to Saleucami, to a shared, tender moment in a war zone. Hot flashes grew in Vossari's cheeks, lips fluttering with the speed of his beating heart. "I'm glad you came out tonight."

They wouldn't linger too long with idle conversation. "Come on, dance with me." They tugged at Azar's lapel playfully. "We can't just stand on the dance floor."

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar gazed up at as Vossari as they closed the distance, taking the proffered drink. He gave a soft laugh, “Did you grab this for me?” He asked with a quirked brow. He took a sip as Vossari spoke, but he didn’t follow the Wrean’s gaze as they looked back towards the Sith group. Azar didn’t want to think about anyone or anything else right now. He spent all his days being the teacher and star Champion that moved mountains across the galaxy. Tonight he just wanted to be Azar and he wanted to feel desired. Vossari was doing just that, and they looked incredible while doing it.

“I’m intimidating because I don’t ask,” He said with a smirk, his index finger teasingly sliding down the front of Vossari’s chest. It hovered right above the waist, but he didn’t trace it down further, finishing up his drink while they talked before floating the empty glasses onto a passing tray.

He had been wanting to dance all night and he was more than eager to take Vossari up on that offer. A particularly enticing song began to play as they walked out onto the dance floor.

Azar placed a hand on Vossari’s shoulder, starting to sway and groove to the music while facing them. Before long Azar spun around and pressed back against Vossari, his arm reaching back to allow his fingernails to rake up along the side of Vossari’s neck. His nails slid up and dragged along the side fade of their hair as he grinded his rear back against the Wrean’s hips to the rhythm. Azar didn’t have to understand the music to move to the beat.

He began to slide down while he danced, doing a sultry bend as his lower back arched. The jacket would ride up so Vossari could see the countless, intricate tattoos there. He went all the way down before popping up, expertly gliding his hips back against Vossari as he rose to stand again. It was a fluid move that would put some of the professional strippers to shame.

Azar spun back around again, his arm around Vossari’s neck. His hand grasped a hold of Vossari’s hair to tug him closer, his vivid yellow eyes meeting the Wrean’s, “Am I too intimidating, little fish?” He said with a teasing grin, his alcohol laced breath brushing against Vossari’s lips.

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Karys]

Karys felt Azar close himself off to him, their connection separated. His brow furrowed momentarily at that sensation. How badly had he messed up? Matters were only made worse when Karys complimented Cyu. Karys watched as Azar tossed back his drink and walk away.

Shit. It’s bad.

Karys kept Azar in his peripheral, he watched as Vossari waved to him. His brow furrowed and then a twinge of jealousy panged in his chest when Azar approached him. Karys had almost began to excuse himself when they started to dance. Jealousy made him want to peel the Wrean’s gills from his body.

But then Karys let it go.

If Azar wanted to play, he was free to. Instead, of moping around and dwelling on it, his gaze refocused on Cyu. With almost everyone else leaving to dance, Karys would offer her his hand.

“How‘s about it Ruby Rae, care to dance?” He teased.

@Xorism

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Meanwhile, feifi was just sitting in some party sunglasses drinking a mocktail through a silly straw through a carton, watching these sith flirt with each other, zamn they were all so smooth!

Now fefi may have been dense, but her totally SUPREME knowledge of romance novels told her that someone was going to kiss someone, just a matter of who, ooh, this was like the "ninjas of love!" Book that her father used to read! It was almost as cheesy!

sheesh she needed to find a man like that! maybe one day.. she sighs wistfully, she continues to drink her kiddie cocktail.

mmm cherry.

she debated saying hello to her master, but decided not to ruin her little moment with the funky red man thing thing, what did they call them, pure blood? they look more like weird ass zeltrons, but hey, taste is taste.. if master jakarta saw something in it who was she to judge..

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

This was all Feifi's (@Hastur) fault, Ayomi had decided. The girl had raved on and on about free food and fun times, and it was only by indulging in their apprentice's idea that they'd talked themselves into coming here. Here, of course, being standing in a large group of Sith, most of whom they barely knew, under assault from hot outfits and a barrage of compliments. As the Tiefling stood there looking almost shell-shocked, the Annfyn they'd noticed earlier approached and introduced themselves as Caerllion (@LouJoVi). That was right, they had seen them from afar at the academy. The fellow Sith's second comments however were met with slightly widening eyes and a somehow even greater rise in body temperature than before. Whatever attempts could be made at hiding their blushing face was useless now, as it appeared a bright shade of lavender.

"I uhh... t-thanks, y-you too... I'm, uh, Ayomi."

Ayomi stammered in response to the compliment, tugging at the scarf around their neck and unintentionally presenting more skin as they did so. They turned their head only to see Karys (@Apollyon) had dissappeared; they hadn't even noticed him slip away while they'd been focused on Caerllion's comments. They needed a drink; something, anything to distract themselves from the looks and the comments. Oh what they wouldn't give to be fighting assassin droids in some dark cave somewhere instead of this party. Grabbing a random drink off of a nearby server's platter, Ayomi downed it in one go; their throat burned as the warm feeling spread through their body, the colors in the room seeming to grow brighter. It was then that Caerllion approached again, offering his hand to the Tiefling as he moved around with strange motions and asked to dance. Gorgeous? Hot? Ayomi looked around briefly, only to realize they were the only person the Annfyn could be talking too.

"Huh, mmmee?" They slurred, looking Caerllion up and down with their red eyes. Surely he was talking about himself, he was the hot one here. "Sssuuure... wait, I dddon't know how to d-dance." The Tiefling responded as the pair moved towards the dance floor, the swirling emotions in Ayomi's mind replaced by a haze.

Spoiler: OOC

Crit fail on being drunk, Ayomi is beyond wasted.

 

[Nevizkas]

With the music pumping in the background, Cyu moved slightly closer to the group as Azar began speaking to her. Accepting the second drink but letting it float for now, she broke a smile. "For once, you gave me reason not to." The second thing he said almost has her eyes roll. Anyone but Azar saying such things and she would have assumed it to be some kind of lame swinder pickup line, but with the Kressh? Nothing was ever as it seemed. @Sreeya

Her head turned to Karys as he complimented her outfit. A knowing smirk forming, "I didnt realize this was a charity gig" She said, referring to how everyone else seemed to be poverty dressed. @Apollyon

Glancing briefly at the human as he spoke, flashing a complimentary smile before asking intensely. "And how would you know what that would look like?" @Javier esschoolbus

"Finally." She mused, accepting Karys' hand after knocking back her drinks in quick succession. After all, what was the point in dressing up if not to dance? @Apollyon

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai listened and chuckled a little at the comment, he didn't really hold a grudge against A car for what he did. He thought had he been in the same position perhaps he would have done the same. He spoke briefly before A car went off to speak to others.

"No, not this time. Not unless you have another cat vial in those pockets of yours. That was a sneaky trick you pulled. Remind to be careful. That said I probably would have done the same thing under the circumstances."

As Azar dissapeared, he looked across and saw her. Cyutadakr. He and her had yet to get along, last time they saw each other she had clamped his mouth shut. He wasn't sure why she had such a dislike, putting the thought aside he gave a short, curt nod. No reason not to have good manners. He looked to Caerllion as he took the drink which had been changed.

"Careful. Last time I did that I believed I was a cat. But if you want that experience go ahead."

It was too late he had taken it. Trodai watched as the man took off in a dancing frenzy, laughing at the affects. He had told him. Finishing his drink and taking another, he noticed that now only he, the Twi'lek, and what appeared to be the cannibal and a child in the area. He took a gamble, deciding to make conversation with Nefid, even if she could not speak with her mouth.

He wasn't bothered.

Approaching, he offered a bow of the head respectfully. And then he spoke.

"It's nice to see you again, under more pleasant circumstances. I have kept the claws in this time. You look ravishing."

@Volene @LouJoVi @Sreeya

 

[Feifi Candorus]

looking around as the champions danced, feifis eyes fell on her master once more, watching her poor master get absolutely whooped on the sparring field that was emotion.

feifi squealed with glee, watching her poor master get absolutely wasted, she grabbed a cold glass of water, master jakarta (@René) was going to be needing this when they were done to help her sober up, before giving a cheer.

"yeah! masta you got this!" she was grinning wildly.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

"Yes, you hottie." Caerllion held their hand and gave a long kiss to the back. He could be in a nightclub, but he was still a prince and a gentleman. "You are the only beauty in this corner of the casino." he smiled even more, before preparing to guide her to the dance floor. Due to the potion, the Annfyn's movements still followed the rhythm of the ongoing music.

Even with his mind only thinking about dance, Caerllion had noticed Ayomi's slurred voice and erratic movements. He immediately concluded that they were drunk. It was a surprise for him, he had seen the Tiefling only moments ago. It was impossible that his fellow Champion had drunk so much in a short time. They must have a weak organism for alcohol.

If it was the case, they should stay away from Annfyn wine. Even its smell would knock the Annfyn out. And Caerllion too. That thing was terrible.

When they said that they didn't know how to dance, the Annfyn smiled at them. "No problem! I'll help you with it." the dance floor was already full of people. "You only need to follow my movements." he let go of their hand and started to move according to the music. The Champion expected that they would follow his movements.

@René

 

[Karys]

Karys laughed at Cyu’s comment about his clothes. “Unfortunately I can’t seem to stop growing. Tailoring is expensive after a while.” He smirked as he replied.

When Cyu took his hand, Karys smiled. “Finally indeed!” Karys told her.

He was leading them onto the dance floor when he saw Ayomi and Caer again. The tiefling was clearly drunk and Caer was gushing over them. He kissed their hand a little longer than what made Karys comfortable.

Shit.

“Hey, we’re saving Ayomi.” Karys told Cyu, nodding his head in Caer’s direction. “They look trashed, I’ll be discreet about it.” He said with a mischievous grin.

With that, Karys would continue to guide them both onto the floor. As they danced to the music, keeping relative beat with the music, Karys would move them slowly closer to Ayomi and Caer. Until he bumped into them.

“Oh shit, sorry…tree guy?” Karys told Caer. “Both of you guys okay?” He asked. “Ayomi?” He asked specifically to check in on them.

@Xorism @René @LouJoVi

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

Mjan made his debut with entourage in tow as he entered the place shortly after his brother Trodai. Since his rise in stature, he had begun to make it an open policy to attend these events for possible allies and to sniff out potential enemies, but after Trodai's incident, included to keep the younger brother out of trouble on his agenda to make these appearances.

Mjan, of course, wore his usual attire, his Sith Robes shimmering a hazed blue hue against his obsidian skin as the two Massassi stayed by his side and the four Kissai at their rear. Spotting his brother @Trodai Narat-iv-Adas across the room at the bar with another of the Pureblood @Azar Kressh, he made a cautionary approach as he strolled across the Gala as a blackened demon in utter appearance. For it had been Millennia since one had been born with charcoal skin and many vied to end his potential even amongst the Order.

"Brother." He spoke with a cheerful grin, giving his compatriot a nod as he lifted a single finger and motioned for the bartender. "Have you faired better since Ur?"

It would likely be a surprise for Trodai to see his brother so openly, especially given his tendency to be so reclusive. But much had changed in Mjan's plans since rising to the rank of Champion and he felt others of the Order could prove beneficial. Even his compatriot held a regal Nobility about him and a potential to be friend or foe. That, of course, would depend on what he chose to be. But Mjan wouldn't recognize it until he placed himself out there to see for himself.

"Three Tarisian with Marcan root" He ordered, casually as the Bartender approached and asked his choice. It seemed a good choice at least. When he returned with their drinks, he handed one to Trodai and the other to Azar. "Come. Let's celebrate our reunion and my promotion." He spoke to Trodai first as he sipped upon the bubbling ale with the Marcan root releasing its blackened juice and then turned to Azar. "I am Mjan Adas iv-Sadow. And your are?"

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had watched as everyone started pairing off. First was Azar, he went and approached a Sith he had never met. They were soon on the dance floor having a good time. After that Caer went and began dancing with the obviously drunk tiefling. Trael was monitoring the situation as this was an affair where no one was forced to do anything.

The fancily dressed pureblood(@Xorism) questioned him on his royalty comparison quite intensely. "Well if your referring to Korriban royalty very little, but I have met royalty from elsewhere before in my time and you look just as regal." It was then the taller pureblood (@Apollyon) asked her to dance. "You two enjoy yourselves that is the point here after all." He said turning away from them walking back towards the bar.

As he reached it he ordered a Naboo Cooler. After his drink was brought back to him returned to monitoring the situation on the dance floor. A smirk formed as he saw the two purebloods check up on the tiefling. As he turned to see who was in the section still he spotted what looked to be a Mandalorian, a Twi'lek and the Trodai individual from earlier. He simply sipped his drink content at simply orchestrating the event to let the orders members relax.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion was still trying to teach Ayomi how to dance, but with less intention than before. He took it as a signal that the effects of the potion were coming to an end. Now what remained was annoying shaking legs. Besides, his dance partner wasn’t in the best shape. There was no fun in dancing with someone so drunk.

The Tiefling needed to find a corner and rest. They seemed to have already drunk everything that the nightclub had to offer. Caerllion would probably follow them and find a corner for himself. Every second made him feel as if his legs had run an entire marathon, but the shaking remained. He wondered if it was a side effect of the potion.

He really wanted to sit.

Unfortunately, Caerllion didn’t know how to finish this dance without sounding rude. Ayomi was hot, but they were totally drunk and he wasn’t going to continue flirting with them in such a condition. Besides not being the type of person that makes such things with a drunk person, he had noticed that Tiefling wasn’t here with him, completely lost to the alcohol.

What made him pick Ayomi as a dance partner was the way that their face got purple while being complimented. It was adorable and he had wanted to see more of the person that could be so cute while being shy.

Not their erratic drunk self.

While he looked around trying to escape from this situation, Caerllion saw two familiar Purebloods dancing toward them. Thank the Force. he thought, before bumping against Karys, when the red skinned Sith did the same with him.

“Hello, Karys!” the Annfyn said, before smiling at his saviors. Then he turned to the female Pureblood. “Hi, Cyu! How are you?” he looked at the outfit that she was wearing. “You are looking amazing in this dress!” when the Acolyte asked if they were fine, Caerllion felt relieved. “Yes, but we could use some help. My legs are shaking because of a drink that Mr. Kressh gave to me, and Ayomi is a bit drunk.” it was an euphemism, they were completely drunk. However, Caerllion was too polite to throw it at their face. “Could you two help us get back to our seats in the vip area, please?”

@René @Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Wow. Vossari loved this song. So much so, he would have danced all alone to it. Vossari always thought he was an alright dancer, with a solid two-step and a little bit of sway, but Azar was completely putting him to shame. Vossari never would have expected to see the sith so fluid, free, with his body. It was an invitation for the two of them to connect, closer, to the rhythm of a true pop/r&b/hip-hop goddess.

The two swayed in time under the glow of strobe lights. Vossari even shivered at the question - it was as if those yellow eyes could see through him. He kept eye contact, twirling as the music overtook him. Their forms were connected, moving, sliding into each other's embrace. His breath met Azar's to answer his question. His hand looped up to meet Azar's at his neck. "Handsome men always are."

Waists pressed into each other, Vossari pulled Azar closer into their embrace. And then, another pair of Sith walked up to Azar like they knew him. Vossari wouldn't have stopped to give them the time of day, but...his discerning wrean, stoner nose smelled macran herb. They spun to accept the drink on Azar's behalf, pulling it to their hand with a tug from the force. Vossari's smile faltered as he glanced at the pair of sith so rudely interrupting his dance with Azar.

He raised the glass preferred for Azar as he met the potion master's gaze. He spoke in his slow, sing-songy Ur-Kittat that Azar so loved. <Cheers...to...you!> He sipped the glass himself, and offered Azar a sip. But he wouldn't let these two interrupt his moment. He pulled Azar by the waist, deeper into the dance floor towards the speakers. The only thing they could hear was the boom of the bass, removing any other distractions.

@Sreeya @Mythos

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi gave a drunk laugh in response to Caerllion's comments on their beauty, following the fellow champion with erratic steps as he guided the pair to the dance floor. They tried their best to follow the Annfyn's movements, but all they could really see was blurry motion whenever he moved; the room itself seemed to be swaying to the beat of the music. The Tiefling heard the distinctive call of "masta" from somewhere off to their left, turning to give their apprentice (@Hastur) a shaky thumbs up as their tail worked overtime to keep them balance. They had no thoughts in their head save for what they could process with their eyes and ears, and even those senses weren't particularly sharp. Their best attempt at dancing was some of the most painfully awkward combination of flailing arms and erratic steps most people watching had probably ever seen, and half of it was just the Sith trying to stay upright.

Ayomi looked at Caerllion again, who appeared to be slowing down. Finally, he's not blurry anymore. They found their eyes lingering on his form, from the musculature in his legs betrayed by the tight pants to the exposed view of his upper chest. They stumbled over and almost fell on the Annfyn, arms slung around his neck and tail softly wrapped around his leg when Karys of all people suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Maybe he was jealous their attention was on someone else, he was always teasing them after all. Gods everyone here was so hot, why couldn't they let loose? Little Feifi had been right. It was hot in here wasn't it?

Their intrusive thoughts were disrupted by a conversation between their dancing partner and the stunning Pureblood next to him; wait, now there were two of them? Ayomi hadn't met the woman before. They nodded feverishly in support of Caerllion's compliment about the woman's dress, still practically hanging onto the Annfyn. What was this talk of being drunk and taking a seat though? The party had just started!

"Iiiii'm not drunnnnnkk, we're doooooing..." The Tiefling hiccuped, "gggggreat."

They slurred with a huge smile on their face, sharpened canines showing. Ayomi tugged their scarf off, keeping one arm hung around Caer's neck as they half-heartedly fanned themself. "Weeee don't neeeeeeeed to sssit, the fun'ssss just b-b-beginningggg. It is kindaaaaaaa hot in heeeeere though, let me take offf thisss jacket..."

@LouJoVi @Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar’s mood improved dramatically as he danced. Vossari did an excellent job navigating them through the dancefloor and Azar was more than happy to show off how flexible he could be. His robes and strict classroom etiquette certainly didn’t allow him to move so easily. He didn’t have the rigid build of a Massassi, so he moved with unmatched grace. Through it all, he remained entangled with the Wrean, feeling the heat of their body against his own.

The two were briefly interrupted with a sight that caught Azar’s attention. His yellow eyes widened as a tall, slender Pureblood man (@Mythos ) approached them. That charcoal skin was immediately distinguishable and Azar observed in silence as the man approached with Trodai (@Akheron )tagging along. His gaze briefly flicked between the two men, one of his arms still loosely resting on Vossari’s shoulder. The tall man certainly cut an imposing figure and Azar knew he was from one of those insufferably important lines.

Vossari yanking the drink out of the Pureblood’s hand drew out a playful chuckle from Azar. He turned to regard the tall man, “Azar Kressh,” His gaze flicked up and down as he studied the man and then deduced he was related to Trodai. It was another Sadow hailing from Adas' dying line and Azar could only guess how well they would mesh with Karys, “Clearly we are not as extinct as we ought to be,” He gave the man a wink. It could have been a playful tease, it could have been something else. Azar didn’t elaborate, smiling sweetly at the taller man.

Vossari directed the course of that conversation by physically tugging Azar away. The Pureblood laughed again, feeling a jolt as he felt the Wrean’s hand snake around the bare skin of his waist. They were back to the music and he briefly paused to actually try the drink proffered by the Purebloods. Hearing ur-Kittat flow off Vossari’s tongue had a certain appeal to it because of their unique speech pattern.

He threw his arms around Vossari’s neck after downing yet another drink. He was slightly past a healthy buzz at this point and the heat and the music was a rush, “Well you have me all to yourself now,” Azar said with a grin, “What intense idea do you have in mind?”

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai turned to see Mjan, he spoke briefly to Nefid.

"Excuse me a moment."

With a nod he walked away for now, approaching the entourage. He found it a little embarrassing, especially with everyone else not entering with such a group. He didn't see the need but it was his half-brother's choice. Taking the drink Mjan offered, he spoke, carrying the other as he slowly made his way with his brother to Azar on the dancefloor.

He spoke as they walked.

"Slightly better Mjan. I take it you heard about the 'cat' incident, I tested a vial from Champion Kreshh over here. No harm done other than perhaps a bruised ego, he is a curious character. And quite the hand with the old ways of Alchemy I hear. I hope to learn how myself eventually. Cyutadakr, the female over there I don't know yet. She seems to dislike me, although our first meeting didn't exactly go well.

She clamped my mouth our second meeting. But no harm done, I don't hold that grudge, she reminds me of that scorpion you got me."

As they arrived he inclined his head to Azar and spoke, offering the spare drink. If he wanted it. He followed on joking in kind.

"Apparently not. So that's your name, I didn't catch it in our last meeting. A pleasure."

A moment later and he appeared distracted so he took it away. He instead took Mjan back to Nefid.

"Sorry for that. Permit me to introduce my brother, Mjan. He is the elder of us and recently returned. Might I ask you join us for a drink, a toast if you will. For he was recently promoted to Champion, you could say we are here to celebrate."

@Volene @Mjan Adas iv Sadow @Sreeya

 

[Nefid]

Acolyte. You never needed the claws, she teased. If Nefid’s interest was piqued when Trodai approached her directly, it didn’t last. Ravishing. Of course, he wouldn’t be an acolyte if he called her intriguing or miraculous. Nefid still hadn’t come to understand how feelings could be evoked by what essentially came down to looking at bits of flesh.

I’m not the one who wants to hear it, she quizzically pointed out to Trodai. Her eyes went over to Azar, some distance away now, busy with someone else and having the time of his life.

She hadn’t missed it. The ugly surge from the other man, too, the very same one who’d started a fight on Umbara with the madman from the vault. Plain as day. Now he was dancing with Cyutadakyr.

Good riddance.

When Trodai excused himself and headed for the potionmaster Nefid was almost hoping it was to call him ravishing. She was left disappointed, of course. Perhaps she should have made him do it.

But look around. Everyone is celebrating the same, her voice echoed for the two Purebloods now before her, perhaps surprising the one who didn’t yet know her. And with it, she planted an idea in the new Champion’s mind. Don’t you deserve more?

@Akheron @Mythos

 

[Nevizkas]

Just when Cyutadakyr thought that she'd finally get that dance, Karys decided that he had to play the hero and rescue a pair of Sith who clearly didn't know how to handle their drink. Begrudging a smile, Cyu could see that their dance had been doomed from the start.

"Hello Caer." She said neutrally, glancing over the Annfyn before turning to his plastered companion with a warmer charm, "Ayomi, is it? I don't believe we've had the pleasure to meet." Offering instead to take the Tieflings arm and support them, Cyu intended to take advantage of the gambling den's medical droid. Assuming they accepted, the pair would shuffle their way to a vacant table where Cyu would draw the attention of said droid whose expertise and programming would assess what would help best.

"The Hutt's love a tipsy clientele, but if you're too drunk, people will cause too much drama and gamble less." She explained, taking a small pill and cup of water to give them. "This will kick your liver into overdrive, and you'll feel like you're sobering up, but it's only a trick, so don't drink." In a short while they'd be back to only being relatively tipsy or even normal, but the real price came the next day when the mother of all hangovers arrived.

But it was either that, or passing out.

In the event of the latter, Cyu's night would be cut short, taking the blubbering mess home safely.

@René @LouJoVi @Apollyon