Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Nevizkas]

Sitting on the bar gave Cyutadakyr a view of the world that she often lacked, a perspective shared only by the tall, hulking types that would hit their heads walking through doors. It also allowed her to watch the comings and goings of the room, subtly surveying and shifting her body to block the view of any skanky-ass hoes that would draw Azar's attention away from her.

The salty snacks she pulled along went down like a treat after all the booze, drugs and, well, other things that had occurred. Perched above Azar's line of sight, her gaze lingered upon him as he drew closer. An icy chill burrowed its way up and across her leg as the frozen cube staked its mark against her, the body responding instantly as goosebumps spread from the source and the chill rising the temperature.

But her eyes remained still, her face considering his rules.

Cyutadakyr placed her hand on top of his head, softly running his hair through her fingers as her hand made its way down the back of his head. "I don't need your heart, Azar." Her eyes dipped below his to the chest below. At least not in that way, she pondered, considering his affinity for alchemy.

"A refresher, perhaps?" She asked innocently, as her hand pulled his face in for a quick kiss on the cheek while eying the door across the room.

@Sreeya

 

[Freyja]

Freyja was, frankly speaking, more than surprised about her master's (@Sreeya) compliment. Okay dope. He was cool. She was now fairly certain of that. A triumphant, slightly devilish smirk tugged at her lips as she heard his voice echoing through her mind and watching the pureblood (@Apollyon) face plant, loth-kitten boxers exposed. That was worth another snapshot.

The attack against the bearded man (@Javier esschoolbus) was apperently not happening as he excused himself to dance anyway and the shit covered pureblood decided to head off, too. That left Freyja with her master and the female pureblood (@Xorism). Her gaze flicked over as she wanted to ask her master for another drink (the last one had been super delicious and perfectly balanced), but as she literally watched their foreplay, her pupils dilated.

Nooope, that wasn't her place to be and nothing she wanted to see, so she grabbed the nearest clean bottle and hurried away from the counter. Her gaze flicked over to another pureblood (@Mythos) and his doings just straight up confused her further, so she immediately rushed past where she suddenly followed a tall woman towards the nearest exit.

Could that be?! "Ooooh wait a second! Your Anai SKHESS!!", now she was definitely a name she had heard before! Rumors at the Academy were she was even relatively close with the Dark Lord herself! She was cool..."Are you leaving already?", she didn't blame her...after all, it literally smelt like shit in here.

@Versok

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar kept his gaze on her, unsurprised by her answer. There had been a form of tension swimming between them for years now, and tonight of all nights, surrounded by vomit and shit was when they would act on it. He only smirked when she leaned in for that kiss, gazing up at her briefly. She wanted to sit tall and be a queen, so he would treat her like one.

Without a word, he easily hoisted her into his arms, keeping her perched up as his hands grasped below her thighs. Azar kept his gaze on her as he strode across the room, graceful with his step to avoid the gunk all around. He knew she would outright blast anyone that tried to interject, so he wasn’t concerned. Her legs were wrapped around his hips as he carried her towards the refresher. From his peripheral he briefly spotted a tall woman (@Versok ), and it was perhaps the only thing that could even remotely distract him by now. His gaze flicked up and down, but he turned back to the queen for now.

Azar was almost to the refresher door when it was thrown open. He tilted his head, looking past Cyu’s ample chest to spot his hot boyfriend waltzing out of the refresher in his tight little undies with the stupidest look on his face.

“Get back in there,” Azar commanded with the authority of an Emperor. Azar was careful to avoid hitting Cyu’s head on the frame as he stepped inside, closing the door and locking it behind them.

Karys could have two queens to celebrate his promotion.

@Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Karys]

Karys had just opened the door to his stall in the refresher, he was fully expecting the delivery of his clothes. Instead there was Azar there, in his arms was Cyu. Karys was surprised and dumbfounded, he was trying to let them in for their passion together.

Until Azar barked for him get back in the stall.

A wry grin would appear on his face, his golden eyes alight with hunger. As Azar stepped into the stall with Cyu, he’d be met with Karys’ lips over Cyu’s shoulder. Passion, hunger, and love flowed between them. Karys didn’t even acknowledge her presence as he embraced his beloved. Cyu would find herself pinned between the two men until their kiss broke.

Karys didn’t care if Cyu could see or feel it. He wanted Azar, she could wait.

As he kissed Azar, one of his hands would tangle up in his hair. The other would slide up her side and tug one of the straps of Cyu’s dress down. Only once the kiss broke would Karys turn his attention to her. The kiss he offered her was one of pure hunger and of physical desire. Even then his hand slid to cup Azar’s face.

<The Emperor and the Scorpion.> Karys whispered after breaking the kiss, his eyes flickering to Azar. <What an interesting night this is shaping up to be, my love.>

@Sreeya @Xorism

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Feifi tried to gather her bearings, she started exhaling and inhaling to calm herself, a frenzy was the last thing she needed right now, it felt like she was inhaling fire, what the fuck!? Now things started looking reeeeallly weird, cool..

looking around, then up at just the right time, almost comically, a case of extremely spicy whiskey collapsed on the poor girl.. ouch! looks like it was going to be master jakarta (@René) was going to need to carry her out instead of the other way around!

she gave a weak thumbs up to her master.

"iiiiiiim okayyy!"

jesus christ, the poor girl had a low tolerance, probably because she was quite literally, a lightweight.

why was her master glowing? wowwww she looked pretttyyyy- feifi wanted to glow too!

"masta, your glowwwingg."

she said with an absolute awe as she raised to look

"how do you do that, can I do that tooooo?"

a mix of both the whiskey and the contact high she got from azar (@Sreeya) and his tomfoolery, things looked funnnyyyy to the mando'ade

she couldn't help but start uncontrollably laughing.

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was walking and drowning his sorrows. His security deposit was gone and he potentially had an angry Hutt to deal with. He was in the middle of chugging the wine bottle when he heard shouting from behind him. He didn't even get to turn around as he bumped into someone (@Versok) that felt oddly built like himself. As he looked down to apologize his eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry I, wait a minute. Weren't you on Praikith?" He quickly began trying to remember the names of everyone that he was with but the alcohol was betraying him. "Sorry I can't remember your name but you had the uhhh one we captured right away with you." He seemed confused yet confident of his answer at the same time.

Suddenly Azar's new apprentice (@LadyRen) appeared out of nowhere. He jumped as she came up to the Kaleesh. "Where did you come from sheesh. Almost made me drop my wine. I almost thought Karys was coming for round two." Wiping his forehead he had also tensed up from the scare. He was extremely confused at the interaction as it seemed she was fan girling over the other. "Anai? Isn't the rumor that shes friends with Lady Tempest or something?" Than it suddenly hit him. The woman he was on the mission with was her. "As it seems you've noticed up here is a little hectic. If you want I'll pay for your drinks below as the VIP package only covers drinks from the bars up here." His voice lowered to almost a mumble as the fees he would have to owe starting coming back into his head.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was finally away from the fighting, having gone to the refreshers, to clean up thoroughly and get some more clothes. Although he had been amused by his brother dancing around with flowers. He put in a order and waited. Although he was sure he heard noises far a stall opposite but paid little mind, he had some problems to deal with.

Scrubbing furiously, he made sure to get under the fingernails and everywhere else.

Once he was clean, he got a knock he opened, quickly taking the package of new fresh and clean clothes and putting it on inside. Coming out smelling far more fresh after several sprays of deodorant and severe scrubbing, along with the new clothes he exited. He was certain those sounds were familiar somehow, but carried on walking out.

Once back on the main floor, and carefully avoiding any remnants left in the VIP section, he noted Aza r and Cyutadakr appeared to have vanished. Shrugging, thinking they had left he made it to the dance floor below. To keep away from the trouble hopefully now things were calmer. From the bar he ordered another couple shots. He needed it. Although he did feel kind of better after the brawl.

He saw Trael, drowning himself in alcohol until a unknown Sith entered. Troda I didn't fully recognise her at first until he heard the name. He too had heard about them. He looked briefly, she looked a bit like a Lifeblood albeit with more tusks. Their antics were nearly as legendary as Trodai were becoming from what he had read. He approached with some caution, given the events previously.

"Hello, Anai was it? I don't believe we have met. I am Trodai."

@Versok @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Nym Ziveri]

Nym had mixed feelings about returning to Nar Shaddaa. For nearly two decades, it had been the only place the Twi’lek had ever called home - years spent under the control of ‘Father’, surrounded by her adopted siblings. It was a past that she’d only just begun to put behind her, embracing the freedom and knowledge offered readily at the academy on Umbara. Nevertheless, it was an opportunity to socialize with her fellow Sith, and there was little chance that she was going to miss the party.

Having swiped an outfit from her academy roommate, Nym passed the threshold of the nightclub - her viridian features illuminated by neon lights. She was in a black dress with flowy sleeves, coupled with long gloves to match. Her lekku draped her shoulders, draped in bands of dark fabric to match her outfit.

Of course, Nym only made it a few paces inside the establishment before starting to realize what had occurred. The smell was the first thing to hit her - assaulting her nostrils and immediately causing the twi’lek to gag. Next was the puddles and streaks of various bodily fluids, staining the walls, floor and multiple patrons.

Another step, and Nym felt her heel skid forward - hitting a patch of liquid that almost certainly came from a burrito-munching Pureblood. It was enough to cause the Twi’lek to begin falling backwards, catching herself only by a hand placed behind herself. Unfortunately, Nym could immediately feel the wet, squishy substance that squeezed through her fingers and began soaking the glove.

Scrambling to her feet, the smell alone was enough for Nym to recognize the shitty hand she’d been dealt by the Galaxy. Already she could feel her stomach churning, the combination of.. Well.. Everything, proving entirely too much to hold onto her lunch.

Hobbling forward through the club, Nym carefully and quickly began peeling the long glove off of her right hand, her lips held tightly together as she attempted to suppress her own gags of disgust. Within seconds, the garment was peeled off her fingers and thrown across the club. Unbeknownst to Nym, directly into the crowd.

Towards Freyja, to be exact. (@LadyRen

Just as the Acolyte was approaching Anai, Freyja would feel the wet, sticky caress slap against the back of her neck and hair - fingers of the glove plastering to her skin. A quick glance would reveal no hand actually attached to the garment, and a quick sniff of the air would just as quickly reveal.. Well. The contents of what had smeared into her blonde tresses and printed against her skin.

Meanwhile, Nym paid the fellow Acolyte no mind whatsoever. Instead, the Twi’lek nearly folded her ankle while stumbling towards a nearby trashcan - burying her face into the lid in order to empty the contents of her stomach at once. Perhaps she was the only person that night who managed to direct her puke into a receptacle, albeit not without spreading the chaos further.

She crouched awkwardly to keep her dress from actually touching the floor, lekku draped over the sides of the trashcan as she retched. She was entirely oblivious about what was happening in a nearby refresher stall, though those inside just might pick up on the sounds of her dry heaves over their own groans and moans. (@Sreeya @Apollyon @Xorism)

 

[Nevizkas]

The hoisting of the queen was regal and proper, enough to elicit a smile from Cyutadakyr. Ducking to avoid being prematurely ejected, the pureblood was taken back by how clean the room was comparatively. At least at first, spotting Karys in all his glory partially explained the pristine conditions, in her head.

Squished like synthetic meat substitute between two slices of organic rye, the queen was impatiently waiting for her fill as the two lovers got their reacquaince sorted. Finally, she internally mused, blissfully enjoying the tender lips offered as her dress slipped.

Cyu's hands were free to explore the impeccable chests on either side of this spoiled woman. With a devious intent she plied her fingers across Azar's frame whilst Karys enjoyed an appetizer as not to leave one without any fun.

Likewise toying with Karys' chest, as she turned to meet her captors face, staring into his eyes briefly with a simmering infatuation before beginning to plant hot steamy kisses along his neck.

"Me first.." She insisted playfully, although she wouldn't mind watching the pair, jacked and passionate as they were. Given the way she was being held, she likely didn't have a choice in the matter. But that wasn't a problem, she cooed in the moment, given that she had never felt safer than the way she did right there.

@Sreeya @Apollyon

 

[Anai Skhess]

"Ooooh wait a second! You're Anai SKHESS!!"

The Kaleesh stopped on her tracks as she heard a voice call for her name, turning around as she realized that, not only had people spotted them, but they already managed to know her name somehow. She turned around to see the face of the person that had just unintentionally forced her to stay (@LadyRen), only to be greeted by the sight of a tall human who also recognized her (@Javier esschoolbus), although for different reasons "I...yes" The Kaleesh answered, taking a moment to get into the conversation as her attention was split by everything else happening and what she was smelling, god, everything smelt awful.

"You..." Anai squinted her eyes for a moment, it was hard to know which one this was, given how all of her partners on Prakith wore helmets, but if she had to guess "Are the one that didn't take part on the duel on Mustafar, right?" Most likely, the other two didn't seem like the type of people to enjoy a party...Or would act weirder otherwise.

Then, the acolyte that had prevented her from leaving got into the conversation, the Kaleesh tilting her head slightly, noticing that she looked quite excited to meet her, at least before asking if she was going to leave "No, I was just forced to turn around because the odor was overwhelming me a little." It was a lie, she absolutely wanted to leave the party the moment she walked in, but fortunately it was easy to lie about it given how the stench was still absolutely bothering her.

Her eyes then looked at the third person to buzz around her (@Akheron), another sith pureblood "Nice to meet you, Trodai" she said, giving him a polite smile and a polite nod. While on the outside she looked calm, cool and composed, all thanks to her inquisitor training giving her the ability to carefully control the mask she showed to the people she interacted with, on the inside she was just screaming.

Since when was she so popular!? Did everyone in the order know so much about her based on previous relationships? She did not like being the popular girl, she'd rather be the friend of the popular girl again! It was wild to think that she could only find comfort in the muffled moaning and groaning she could hear with her pointy ears, the only sign that sith parties had actually stayed somewhat the same(@Sreeya @Apollyon @Xorism)...They just got grosser.

Thankfully(?), Anai managed to be distracted from her newfound fear of being the center of a crowd because of the biological weapon that hit Freyja on the back of the head. Wincing as she saw it collide and started to catch a whiff of the foul odor that accompanied it.

The Kaleesh looked around for a moment, making sure no non-sith were close enough to see what she was about to do next "Just...turn to the side and stay still for a moment" Anai told the white haired girl, not the first time she had to deal with someone getting dirty at a party, she would be using the force to peel the glove off her hair while making sure it would not touch the poor woman's outfit. The glove itself would harmlessly fall to the ground, a problem for whoever didn't see it in the future "I recommend you go wash your hair throughourly." ...But there were still traces left behind on the acolyte's hair, Freyja would be occupied for a while.

Turning around to face Trael once more, the sith champion nodded "Whatever will get us away from this odour." She said, following the man below, she didn't mind, she was not the one paying.

 

[Freyja]

The tall woman spun and regarded her with a hint of confusion in her face. That was so cool...meeting some more known Sith. Her lips spread into a genuine smile, however the moment wasn't undisturbed for long as others suddenly piled back in again..

There was the bearded poor bastard who'd surely have go pay for the cleaning operations that were to follow (@Javier esschoolbus) and yet another pure blood (@Akheron). How many were there even?! Her gaze flicked to one, than the other, before something cold, sticky and wet suddenly slapped against her back.

She spun and saw the Twi'Lek nearby who then began vomiting and she had her suspicions right away...What. The. Actuall. Kriff. If Freyja hadn't literally showered in the sink just a few moments earlier, she would have screeched. Now, it was simply too bad to be true. She didn't even want to know what it was, but as Anai told her turn and stay still, she obeyed, actually grateful about the invisible hand. (@Versok)

"Thank you...". This all couldn't be true, but she threw her a genuinely thankful smile. "For real...brb". Yes, again she'd have to wash herself, however the culprit was already found. She wasn't entirely sure whether it had been her, but as she was about to recover from the forced puking, she'd reach out with the Force, wrap it around her ankles and pull.

Perhaps her Master would be proud again, but it was a quick, inconspicuous assault that would surely leave her wondering who had caused it, but she was certain she was about to eat literal shit (@Altaris). As she passed her, she'd sweetly say, "omg your dress is absolutely cute", a warm smile on her lips, offering her a hand so as if she hadn't been the reason for her fall, before she brushed past and went straight into the refresher compartment.

Little did she know that it was already taking and that a threesome was in full swing inside. This time she did screech, mainly because she briefly met her master's gaze. Nope. This time for real. She was out. Her clothes were soaked, there was now this terrible vomit shit mixture in her hairs again, and she had seen too many things here in general...

@Sreeya @Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Karys certainly shifted gears from earlier in the evening. He reminded Azar exactly where he stood and Azar cherished it. They kissed passionately, all three of their bodies pressed together. His hands wandered as he kissed Karys, bringing down Cyu’s dress and sliding along the chest that teased him all evening. They broke apart from the kiss, Azar giving Karys an affectionate look that burned with a mixture of passion. He turned to Cyu and took his first taste of her, pressing their lips together. It was all a sensual display of passions, limbs, shared breaths, a sense of desire and urgency.

The party going on outside was forgotten as fire burned between them to rival the forges of Korriban. The stall itself wasn’t enough, they stumbled and moved out into the main area of the refresher. The counter, the walls, nothing was safe. Cracks streaked along the mirrors, stall doors broke and cracked. These weren’t regular people engrossed in a dance of passion, these were Sith. All three of them individually were a force of nature, and it was a perfect storm of the elements. It was fire and ice whirling together, titans thundering in rituals both erotic and powerful.

At some point, the door flew open. Azar could have sworn he locked it, but he didn’t particularly care. All three red, sweat-stained bodies were entangled. The Pureblood glanced over briefly, his face emerging from between thighs. He caught the horrified look and he didn’t care, “Passion, apprentice,” He reminded her (@LadyRen )simply as he gave an almost cruel laugh before diving right back into what he was doing.

After a long time, they would finally emerge. Azar took his time grooming and washing himself, putting his hair back into place. The mirrors were completely fogged and it was obvious what happened here. Azar strutted out of the refresher, spotting a box of what looked like new clothes. Based on the absurd size alone, he casually tossed it back at Karys. He flashed them both a sultry smile, thoroughly satisfied. Cyu’s underwear was nowhere to be found and likely shredded somewhere.

Azar made his way downstairs. He still didn’t have a shirt, so his torso now sported bruises, bites and scratches in addition to the tattoos. The Pureblood slid into a seat next to Trael (@Javier esschoolbus ), ordering himself a drink. It was cooler down here, and he had goosebumps line his skin. But no force in the galaxy was going to make him retrieve his nasty, vomit and poop covered jacket.

@Apollyon @Xorism

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion was so distracted wanting to grab the Pureblood that he didn’t notice the metal tray that was sent sliding through the floor toward his direction. The result was obvious, he stepped on it with his left foot and lost his balance. However, he was able to maintain his balance by using his right feet. Unfortunately, he ended up kneeling on the floor.

A floor covered by shit and vomit.

He was prepared to rise and continue moving against Trodai, but Ayomi was thrown against him. The Annfyn was able to grab them, avoiding their head from hitting the floor. Unfortunately, he lost balance again and this time he couldn’t avoid the fall and the two ended up falling. Them on his lap, while his butt hit the floor.

A floor covered by shit and vomit.

It was starting to become a hated pattern for him.

Then, the damned Pureblood that started this entire, and not figurative, shitshow danced around them while throwing flower petals. Caerllion stared at them with such hatred that Mjai would fall dead if the Annfyn eyes were capable of killing. He saw the metal tray next to him and grabbed it.

He immediately made it slide toward Mjai, who would step on it exactly while doing one of his obnoxious spins. When the Pureblood lost his balance, Caerllion would use the Force to make him fall with his face on the floor. He deserved to have these fluids coming back to him one way or another.

Whatever the other fell or not, the Annfyn would immediately visit the refresher to clean himself.

@René @Mythos

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai now firmly downstairs was likewise seated away from the carnage upstairs. He spotted Azar approach with more than a few extra markings, he had an idea as to occured. But said nothing about it, that was between him and whoever else was involved. He gave a nod and lifted his drink within the new clothes he now sported.

Seeing the dunes reappear, he decided to do some more karaoke while his brother was elsewhere. He spoke briefly.

"Welcome back Azar. Could I tempt you to join for some karaoke? Or both?"

He looked to Trael. He wasn't sure if they would but he sure as hell was, fuelled by alcohol, drugs, and adrenaline that was subsiding he was merry. And he hoped others were too. Enough to have some fun and show what power lay in the lungs, to add to the performance he was about to deliver. And get people dancing.

@Javier esschoolbus @Sreeya

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was still trying to piece together the acolyte just appearing when it seemed that Anai (@Versok) had slightly recognized him. "Yes I wasn't one of the two who attacked each other." He then heard a sloshing sound from his side. He turned to see a puke soaked glove on the acolytes neck. Luckily Anai removed the glove herself and informed the girl to go clean up again.

Trael made his way downstairs finishing the wine on the way down and tossing the bottle. He reached the bar starting and putting a down payment on a tab. He ordered a bottle of tequila this time and a couple of glasses to allow others to drink. He poured himself a glass and took a sip. Azar joined him shortly, Trael looked over the man. "It seems you had fun. Though I liked the jacket, I will say you look better without it."

He poured another glass of tequila offering it to Azar. As he took another sip Trodai appeared and asked if Azar wanted to do karaoke before turning to Trael. "Oh no, I'm not near enough drunk to jump on the stage yet. I will cheer for you though." Raising his glass to the pureblood. He then turned to Azar, "Will I get the privilege of hearing you sing?"

@Sreeya @Akheron

 

[Karys]

Karys normally laid around and enjoyed the afterglow. He enjoyed those moments, but when Azar abruptly got up, he realized there would be no afterglow and cuddling. That slightly annoyed him, but it was fine. He’d get up as Azar readied himself in the mirror and wrap his arms around his lover’s waist. Karys would leave a small trail of kisses up from his shoulder to his neck and then to his cheek.

<I’ll be out in a little bit, yeah?> He whispered into Azar’s ear. <I love you.>

He didn’t care if Cyu heard, he felt it was fairly obvious now. Once Azar left Karys would walk out of the stall and find his ordered clothes in a sink with a small note. It read:

“Keep your tip. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Karys chuckled to himself as he walked back into the stall. Cyu still laid on the ground, she seemed a little dazed. <I believe I owe you a you’re welcome.> He teased as he slid his underwear back on and began getting dressed. <You coming out? Need me to hang around? Or do you want some time to yourself to enjoy the glow?> He asked as he slid on his new shoes.

@Sreeya @Xorism

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was already in the process of knocking back a shot when Trodai addressed him. He heard Trael answer first, taking the tequila and throwing it back. Azar grinned at Trael’s compliment, “And those pants do wonders for your ass,” He quipped back, amusement lacing his tone. The pants were entirely too ridiculous and tight, but Trael managed to make it work. When Trael asked if he was going to sing, “No, but you may get to see a dance from me,” Azar said as he teasingly nudged against Trael’s bearded chin with his finger.

He effortlessly sprang up on the table, walking towards where a dancer pole was situated in the middle. Azar’s slender and muscled torso was revealed in all its glory, along with the flattering pants. He began by lazily grasping the pole and leaning to the side to rotate in a full circle. The music began to set the tone and he wrapped a leg around the pole, spinning to start things off with the teasing dance. Before long, he grasped the pole with both hands and expertly jumped up upside down and spiraled around as he began to descend. His back was arched and it was a perfectly measured and sensual display that moved with the rhythm of the song.

Azar slid down the pole and flashed Trael a wink while hanging upside down. He flipped around and kept dancing on it, slowly gathering an audience of drunk patrons that paused to watch. Azar not remotely shy, and he oozed confidence with every move.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Little did the poor feifi know, that in her contact high induced daze from the funny red man (@Sreeya) she didn't grab her mocktail from the counter, rather, she grabbed a large bottle of whiskey and downed that thing like a champ, thinking it was her mocktail, why did It burn? What happened? Huh?..

Spicy! Tasted like home!

feifi was now seeing some wacky shit, everything was upside down and her throat burned..

and now she started laughing again, she didn't know what she was even laughing at, it was just all so funny, her head pounding? Funny! A weird pink unicorn taking her masters (@René) place? Funny! The complete utter lack of order?? FUNNY!

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai nodded, and made for the stage to restart the karaoke. He just hoped for no interruptions during it like last time. Informing the DJ, the guy nodded before our the right backing track on, and the Lifeblood got in the groove. Swaying and hoping the others got equally swayed.

With microphone in hand, he began. Albeit not before the DJ put on another track beforehand. A catchy tune, that would settle nerves after the earlier events and what had followed. Once people were suitably energized, only then did he hand it off to Trodai.

Trodai stepped on the stage like he owned it, again allowing his strangely ok voice to sing away. He chose something lively and he thought fitting.

His voice changing octaves during it with amazing precision and unusual clarity.

@Sreeya @Xorism @Apollyon @Javier esschoolbus @Anyone else I missed

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

He had mostly forgotten about his attire by this point till Azar complimented his ass in the pants. As his gaze went down to the outfit he felt Azar's fingers brush his chin. The dance comment didn't fully register in his head until he watched Azar make his way to the pole.

At first Azar seemed like he was simply going to have fun doing a teasing yet relatively simple dance. Was Trael wrong, suddenly Azar jumped up onto the pole upside down and twirled down it. His back was arched and he was gazing at Trael causing him to fan himself while starting to blush. As the dance continued he took off the jacket showing off his lean yet built body and placed it over his lap.

He tried to drink but couldn't do so without peaking beyond the glass he was drinking from at the display. Ordering a bottle of cold water and quickly chugging it. Fuck, he needed to cool off but he couldn't quite stand up. So he was stuck watching the confidently sensual scene before him in shock at the difference from Azar at the academy to here.

@Sreeya