Watching the Crowd

[Savvi]

A blue Twi'lek wearing a brown cloak sits at a table alone and observes the club before her. She is mesmerized by the flashing lights and all the people but particulary not fond of the dancers.... It made her think of when she was forced to be in their place. She nervously fiddled with her hidden lightsaber in its hilt. Her master was still out there... and there were lots of people from across the galaxy in this club.. it made her nervous. She had to be ready if anything was to happen. Call it paranoia if you like, but Savvi did not want to go back to being a slave... a simple piece of property.. then she was only just another number.

 

[Saint]

As was the case quite often on weekends, the Outlander's Club was PACKED!! Ian could hardly find a place to sit. He was in line at the bar for a drink and while standing there, was scouring the place for a seat. Any seat. Well, any open seat. Stepping forward, he was the next one in line to order. Glancing over his left shoulder in a final attempt to locate an open chair, Ian spotted a blue Twi'lek sitting all by her lonesome at a table across the way.

The humanoid before him moving along, Ian had an idea as he stepped forward, raising two fingers, "I'll take a coupla Starshine Surprises," he told the barkeep, and once again check over his shoulder to ensure the young Twi'lek was still there. She was. Dishing out a few credits, he paid for his drinks and made his way, one glass in each hand, towards the female's table. Setting a drink down before her, he gestured to the opposite chair across, "This seat taken?" he inquired politely, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow as he awaited a response. She was certainly pretty enough...

 

[Savvi]

Savvi jumped when the blue man's voice prodded her ponderings. She looked up at him with suprised eyes "Oh, yeah sure". She smiled "Any man that buys me a drink is welcome at this table" She nodded to the seat. As she waited for him to sit down she observed his features. She found him very attractive, thinking to herself the white hair against his blue skin was quite intriguing.

 

[Saint]

Taking a seat, Ian grinned mischievously as he replied, sliding his own drink over before her as well, "What about the man that buys you -two- drinks?" And with that, he beckoned for a passing waitress to swing by their table. He meant to order himself a drink now, heh, having giving both of his to this attractive young Twi'lek sitting across the table from him. Catching her eye, he gave her a quick wink on the sly.

Extending a hand across the table, Ian greeted her, "Name's Ian Rusch. Don't b'lieve I've met you b'fore." If she took his hand, Ian would be quick to get up from his chair just enough to allow him to bend over the table and plant a quick kiss atop her hand (if allowed). Just then, the waitress showed up and asked if she could get them anything. "Yes," Ian replied as he sat himself back down in his seat, "I'll take a Starshine Surprise."

 

[Savvi]

She laughed and let him take her hand. "Pleasure" she said, her eyes sparkling. "I'm Savvi Korane" her blue cheeks turned a shade darker as she blushed from the nice arkanian kissing her hand. "and the man who buys me two drinks can sit at my table as long as he wants" she met his eyes as she said this. Savvi took a sip of her Starshine Suprise. Her eyebrows raised as she was thrown back by the taste of the potent drink "I've certainly never had such a drink before" she coughed a little from all the alcohol

 

[Saint]

Quirking a humored look, Ian replied to her remark about the drink as she coughed a little, probably due to the amount of alcohol within. "Then I shan't buy you a third," he smirked as the waitress approached once again with his drink in her hand. "Thank-you," he told her as she set the frosted glass before him and Ian handed her a couple of credits for a tip.

Taking his own glass in hand, he studied it a moment as he queried, "I imagine if I -did- buy you a third, then I'd be the man t'carry you home, eh?" He winked across the table at her before quickly adding, "That'd be a bit forward for a first meetin' though, so if you require a hand downin' your second drink, I don't mind the idea of you carrying me home."

With that, he chuckled before taking a long drink of his own Starshine Surprise, enjoying the taste of it as he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the liquid slither down his throat. Krath, it was good. Glancing over his shoulder to one side, he moved the conversation along by observing, "Seems pretty busy in 'ere, eh?" Turning his gaze back to the young Twi'lek, he seemed somewhat mesmerized by her attractive looks. She sure was pretty...

 

[Savvi]

"That it does" Savvi looked around, but was reluctant to take her eyes off the handsome arkanian. She took another swig of her drink, fighting back a wince. There was no way she was going to show this guy she was weak. "Heh, your home better not be far away" she chided, as she sat the glass down, brushing her fingers along the rims of the drink. She looked around, mischeviously, then leaned closer while Ian was still looking away, a thought coming to her mind that was probably more of the drinks idea than her own "You know, since we ARE at a club and all, would you wanna dance?" she thought for another minute then smirked "...Or if this club is too busy for your liking we could go somewhere less noisy.." she winked.

 

[Saint]

Ian was tempted; OH so very tempted. The way she winked at him... suggesting to find a place less noisy... oh dear... His heart began to palpitate up into his throat. One hand slipping beneath the table, the Jedi Knight replied as he leaned forward, hiding the fact that he was making an adjustment, "Let's uh... hit th' dance floor." After a moment's thought he added, "Fas' songs only."

Taking a -long- drink of his Starshine Surprise, Ian stood up from the table and took a step forward, offering a hand to the shapely Twi'lek in order to assist her in standing. Upon taking her hand, he planted another tender kiss atop it as he inquired with a quirked eyebrow, "May I hav' this dance?" With a playful grin, he winked at her on the sly. Yup. No slow dances with her. If they were to stand together close, he might... be embarrassed.

 

[Savvi]

"You may, Arkanian" Savvi smile may have been caused by the rapid pulses of electricity that flowed in her body whenever the man kissed her hand the way he did. The electric thrummings put a skip in her step as she shrugged off her cloak to reveal her rather tight fitting midrift tank and shorts(her lightsaber hidden in a concealed pocket in her boots). She didn't let go of Ian's hand as she lead him to the dance floor. There was indeed a fast song playing, rather upbeat with thumping drum solo. Savvi turned to face Ian, and started to sway her hips back n forth to the beat. She moved in fluid sensuatious motions, rivaling that of the entertainers of her race. But the sheer difference between the twi'leks dances was that Savvi's, rather than meaning to attract everymans attention in the room, was fashioned only to attract the Arkanian's.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Nightfall was to party as daytime was to sleep... At least for the weekend for the young girl. She had slid on into the night, smoke like silk swirling through the air around the marble counter tops. She fancied cantinas of coffee house and java-jumas frequently, but she stayed true to the nightlife on her days of leisure. A jedi was always on duty, but today, she was just... "Taking it easy'.

Her tan, hour-glass shaped, womanly figure strode through those glowing door with legs that would knock out a gamorrean. She dressed in a baby blue night-out dress that went down to about her knees, and a pair of pretty leather heels that sat huddled up at the bar. The dress was made of purest silk and Alderaanian cotton from Alderaan, and stitched with golden twine with gold mined straight from the deepest mine in Naboo to make a thin contoured floral design. The heels were sleek and minimalistic, made with one-hundred percent real black Zakeg leather and went barely above her ankles. Over this she carried her bag, she carried the bag everywhere, mainly because she housed both of her lightsabers in pockets on the inside. She carried around make-up and her commlink, and other knick-knacks inside of it too though. Her bouncy curled hair waved with the move of her head to the side, cocking an observant eye over the two sitting at the table before her.
"Heh you're joking right? Is this how people hook up in core worlds? No game at all." she kept her thoughts inwards, but than she started pondering a bit about what fun she could make out of this. Maybe that Twi'lek could be swept away off of her feet by a woman, leaving the arkanian tonight without a butterfly to land on. Or better yet, she thought, perhaps she could just play a few mind games.

She took a booth perpendicular to the table they were at, behind the timid girl that wanted to play an arkanians game. She could make eye contact with the man. As she did she winked and stopped the same waitress that was at their table seconds ago.
"Ill have whatever he just bought her. Thanks, samantha." she frequented here during the evening but never stayed this late. She was friends with samantha, or at least acquaintances. She'd shared a few drinks she'd snuck with her once or twice.

 

[Savvi]

Savvi noticed out of the corner of her eye the human woman in the corner of the club watching her. She was starting to get aggravated. This arkanian was hers and she wanted nothing more to be his company on this night. She danced over to the side of Ian, brushing up against him little by little, enough to make him excited aaaaand to block his view of the human girl smirking at him.

 

[Saint]

Ian grew more than a little more interested in the shapely Twi'lek as she took the lead, escorting him out onto the dance floor as they made their way past various other couplings of humanoids, a number of them scantily clad, attire borne not of functionality, but meant to seduce and entice. Glancing back over his shoulder at the table they had departed, he caught the wink of another attractive human at a booth near the one they had just left. Did she -actually- just wink at him?

He grunted humoredly to himself as the Twi'lek released his hand, beginning herself to move in such a way as to refocus -all- of Ian's attentions back on her, though the thought had briefly crossed his mind that perhaps he should go out to the club more often. Being couped up in the Jedi Temple and on official business wasn't healthy for one's... social agenda. He licked his lips as his gaze remain locked on Savvi, the shapely and hypnotic dancing Twi'lek. Krath, was she entrancing...

Curiously for the briefest of moments, he glanced over his shoulder once again at the human woman. Apparently Savvi had caught the distraction. Not even a second later, and she was up close to him, moving and brushing up against his not-so-stylish dancing form. Ian had to admit it. He wasn't much of a dancer. His feet shuffled from side to side with arms outraised at shoulder-height, snapping his fingers as he smiled and sorta swayed/bounced to the rhythm.

Shaking his head lightly, Ian tried to speak up loud enough for Savvi to hear, but not the entirety of the club, "Not so close... you'll uh... embarass... me." He hadn't even noticed that she had positioned herself between him and the humanoid female who had winked at him. Right now, his gaze was entirely upon Savvi. Krath, was she amazing... but this was all happening way too fast; wasn't it? Or maybe he was just that easy. :(

 

[Savvi]

Savvi caught the hint, she flushed a dark navy "whoops" she toned her dancing down to something a little bit more subtle "Soorry" she said loud nough for Ian to hear then kinda drunkenly giggled, while looking down "Guess I got a little too much in the zone dancing there" she looked back up at him "We can sit down, you need to, Arkanian" But definetly not next to that human she sneered in her mind.

 

[Saint]

Ian wasn't exactly sure how to take her comment about him needing to sit down. Was his excitement showing that much? Or was he just -that- bad of a dancer? Either way, it was embarrassing regardless. Clasping his hands immediately before him just below waist level, he replied somewhat sheepishly, "A'right... yeah... le's sit." With that, he began to make his way back towards the booth they had vacated only moments ago.

Had he -really- just done that? Gone out onto the dance floor for all of what, two minutes? Tops? Krath, those dance lessons hadn't paid off at all. Then again, he shouldn't known better considering the instructor. Who took lessons from a four-armed Besalisk anyway? Someone who had been suckered. That's who. Ian thought to himself somewhat shamefully as he made to retake his seat, only then noticing the seductive look of the human female nearby...

 

[Savvi]

Savvi snapped her head at the human female eyeing the Arkanian. She didn't really wanna sit down, but she didn't know how to diverge Ian from the table in an non awkward manner She KNEW what that human woman was up to. Think savvi think how can i fix this an idea popped in her head. MAYBE. Just maybe, she could use the excuse of 'being drunk' to her advantage. Just before the quick thinking process of a plan completed itself, her plan unexpectedly sprung into action as she tripped on a bottle on the floor and fell right on top of Ian, tackling him onto the booth. Well this works but on the outside she was all like "Rycrit Balls!" she cursed "I. am. so. sorry." she stammered out the last words.

 

[Saint]

Krath, this was embarassing!! What was he to say? You're laying atop my lightsaber? THAT was a blatant lie!! Swallowing hard, he decided to take things an entirely different route after noting that she wasn't exactly trying to get up off of him. Quietly, he began to slip his hands about her sides as he half-whispered, "Don't be... please." With that, he attempted to maintain his gazing stare into her eyes. He wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but certainly wasn't opposed to where it was right now.

"Where uh... what place did you have in mind when you said we could uh... go some place... less... noisy?" HIS desires were certainly betrayed, and his mind wandered dangerously, hoping that hers were the same as his. How had he gotten this lucky? He had -no- idea. Regardless though, he was appreciative to the gods that he found himself within their good graces. VERY appreciative...

 

[Savvi]

"Well uh" she shyly said, blushing more than ever"I'm kinda new around here" The thrumming pulses of energy flowing through her was so intense it was hard to think. Stupid alcohol."Somewhere little bit more private" The feeling of his fingers on her skin had the same intensity of the sun in the lightlands back in Ryloth. She gulped. She didn't exactly know where they could go.. She had only been in Coruscant for the past week.. He stolen spaceship had run out of fuel and she was still trying to locate a fuel station she could hijack. Savvi nuzzled her face into Ian's shoulder to give her thinking time--and to show Ian she was really enjoying him "Maybe theres.. a private booth here or somethin?" As a dancer, she had been to many clubs thruougth the galaxy, but had somehow never been to this one... but the clubs were all the same.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

Ex bogan "Razor sits still leaning his elbows onto the bar counter.
Greetings. he says while looking on the Menu board above the Barman
Blacksun Brandy...
The Barman says with a Grumpy tone to his voice and smoke coming out of the mans mouth "One Black Sun Brandy... pay after drink or pay right away?"
Razor looks to the Man leaning his head down just a little.. He takes of his black circular helmet and puts it on the bar table..
After the Drink.. Going to ask more stupid questions or can i get my drink?"
Razor sighs heavily and looks to some Twi'kek Dancers,Then around the bar if he can find any new gals, Even though he was only sixteen he had looked a little older...
The barman came back out with a his drink sliding it to Razor, as he grabs it he looks again to the Twi'leks Then again scearching for anyone else.

 

[Saint]

Ian would've liked to take her back to his ship... if he had one. His room was at the Jedi Temple, so -that- wouldn't work either. *sigh* Perhaps a private booth here in the club was the best answer. It'd be a lot less forward than somewhere -completely- private. He nodded his head lightly in response to her question. Shifting his hands, he helped to lift her up off of him... unfortunately.

"Yeah, le's go git a private booth," he whispered softly as he went to hold her hand now that they were standing up, his fingers intertwining with hers. KRATH, her touch was Electric!! Guiding her past a few tables and chairs, he approached the bartender and inquired, "Scuse me, could we git a private booth rent'd out?" He hoped that it wouldn't cost too much. The Jedi Knight didn't have a lot of credits on him. Enough for a few drinks, but not a lot...

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

His gaze would escape to his side as he took notice of a young orange twilek female and a male whom as of looks, looked as if he were a jedi.Hmmm..A jedi in a bar? He thought to himself for a moment, He remember's when he was a padawan at the temple he had done the same things going out to bar's and such.

He lifted his glass of black sun brandy to his lips taking in a wish of the warm bright taste of the brandy, but at the same time sent a rush of joy down his throat as if he wanted to get up and dance.

He had listened to the two for a couple seconds finishing his glass of brandy, Turning his head most of the time to keep his gaze off of them. He was getting slightly annoyed though at the same time keeping his head down under his dark hood.

''Hey, Ill pay for there booth as long as they stay there'' he inquired leaning his face over to the bartender but loud enough for the twilek and the boy to hear.