Watching the Crowd

[Savvi]

Savvi looked at the hooded figure inquisitvely. Well thats weird.. and unexpected She squeezed Ian's hand. It couldn't hurt to let the guy pay for their booth. She looked at Ian "Guess it couldn't hurt" She shrugged, "I'll take free money.". I am certainly hoping he doesn't want anything in return she pondered, but the last bits of alcohol left in her system didn't let her linger on the thought. Then she nodded at the hooded man and said to him "Arni'soyacho, human, such a kind jesture"
She watched him pay then tugged on Ian's hand to lead him to the booth.

 

[Saint]

"Thank-you kindly," Ian replied, bowing his head lightly towards the gentleman who had offered to pay for their booth, and with that, the shapely young Twi'lek took his hand rather excitedly and began to lead him back to where the bartender had pointed out. As they approached the beast of a humanoid who was guarding the back rooms, Ian cleared his throat a bit as he was about to ask to be let by, but just then, the bouncer stepped aside, removing the velvet rope that acted as a blockade to the back areas.

Quirking a humored look as he chuckled, Ian thanked the humongous humanoid as he and Savvi scooted past, finally ducking into the allotted booth. Opening the door for her, Ian gestured with a swooping hand towards the inside of the private room, "After you m'lady," he said as he bowed his head lightly, unable to contain the grin on his face that stretched from ear to ear. As she stepped by him, his hand slipped around and goosed her back side rather fondly, giving it a good squeeze as his eyebrows waggled. "Nice..."

 

[Savvi]

Savvi jumped when he grabbed her outta nowhere, letting out a little squeak. She then laughed and turned around and pulled the Arkanian into the room with her by his collar "Ooooh you are a funny one" She chuckled.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

Usually, if Razor was like he used to be he would have gave the guy fake coins and let the bouncers deal with them, but today he was not in the mood. He slouched back into his bar stool folding his right leg over the other.''Another brandy''he blustered out while reaching into his pocket flipping another cred onto the counter.

''Why did i come?'' He inquired to himself

 

[Savvi]

Savvi wasnt paying attention to the little rooms surroundings but still picked up the sexy aesthete it had to it. Red walls with dim lamps and lots of lots of cushions. in the middle of the room was a huge thick futon, piled with more cushions, purple silky drapes hung all around "You dont have to be embarrassed in here, Arkanian, just me" she winked. She flicked what little force she could muster into shutting the door(OOC okay okay thats as far as this will go in this thread, but razor, the clubs all yours for now)

 

[Veritas et Lux]

i joined in hopes i could make something out of this with myself. but i had some issues in real life so ima just leave it alone too

 

[Savvi]

You know, I see everyone's profile picture and see its no ones real picture, I wish i could use the picture of myself holding an edited lightsaber LOL

 

[Saint]

When Savvi pulled Ian into the private booth by the collar, she shut the door behind them while he stumbled over his feet and fell onto the plush, leather seat kinda sideways, flopped over himself. Cheeks showing a hint of pink due to the embarassment of being caught so clumsily and distracted, the Knight erected his posture some as he turned about, clearing his throat as he faced the shapely Twi'lek.

Eyes focusing upon her shapely form, Ian spoke up, "You're -quite- the seductive dancer. You know that? The way you move, twist, turn and brush." Gesturing some with his hands, it seemed like he was having a hard time displaying what he was trying to say. However, the way he looked at her betrayed everything and then some. Licking his lips, he lowered his hands and said, "Why me?"

 

[Savvi]

Savvi let out a bit of a giggle when the arkanian clumsily fell over his seat. The way he moved about amused her. Amused her in a sweet sort of way. She really liked Ian a lot... Even if she hadn't known him for a full hour yet. But then she straightened when he got a stern look in his eyes.
"You're -quite- the seductive dancer. You know that? The way you move, twist, turn and brush.... Why me?"
Her eyes widened... Savvi hadn't thought of that. She had a good feeling about him. It felt like.. like something was telling her that she could trust him. Savvi usually went with instinct. She leaned against the wall, looking away from his gaze. "Let me start by saying that I was born a slave, Arkanian. For years and years, I was bowed under a master's will, a piece of property if one should call it." She sat down next to Ian, still not looking at him. "But when I was ten, a jedi came and told me that I was more than just a heard animal. He told me he could sense my force potential, and said I had the ability to get out of slavery." She flicked her hand and a cushion rose up in the air. "From then on, I practiced. I got strong enough one night to escape. I stole a drunken space pirate's ship and sailed around the galaxy, running away from my handlers" The cushion fell back to where it was before. Savvi sat down next to Ian and looked at him "One cannot live a decent life if that life is flooded with paranoia. I live a low key life. Can't find a job, for I'm afraid a slaver or past client will recognize me and take me back to that horrible place. So.. I steal to get by. Only important things though, food... fuel... forgotten ships...." She stopped and realized what she said. "OF OF course i'm not going to steal from you, Arkanian!!!" she waved her arms around. "My goal in life is just go with the flow. The mother of my race, Ryma'at, has a plan for her children. I believe she was the one to help me cultivate my force powers and and help me escape slavery!!! She guided me to this planet." She held his gaze "And I believe she guided me to you." She paused in thoughtful moment, "And maybe its cause i think you're quite the interesting, attractive one" She winked as she placed her finger on Ian's nose.

 

[Saint]

Ian -really- didn't mean to distract her from her intentions upon coming into the private booth. That wasn't his desire at all. Regardless though, now they were there and heading in a different direction, or so it seemed... After her wink and touch of his nose, the Knight laid a hand upon her thigh as he replied, "Why don't you jus' come along with the Jedi Order? I could be your Mentor. Help train you in the ways of the Force an' such."

Quirking an eyebrow, a thought hit him and he began to vocalize it, "Is that too much of a commitment for a free spirit like y'self?" Her bared thigh was incredibly smooth to the touch. Caressing it gently, he found that he was getting more and more aroused. Hardly the type of relationship a Mentor and Padawan should have, but then again, they weren't a couple like that just yet. Now he wondered if he had spoken too soon. If she took him up on joining the Order and became his Padawan, would they be able to...

*sigh* Probably not.

 

[Savvi]

Savvi was taking in this proposition.. but her thoughts fighting a losing battle with the simple pleasure that was coursing dully through her. She closed her eyes to relish the feeling, trying to show the Arkanian how much she enjoyed his touch. If she did join the jedi order, she would indeed have more of a constrained life... but it might be a better option than living off nothing.. She'd have to think about it. She certainly did like the thought of being in the company of this Arkanian. She got awful lonely living the life she did... Becoming a padawan would also help her become stronger, and help her avoid those slavers... But jedi's lived such a strict life.... Ugh, she was thinking too much now. It was threatening to ruin the moment..
"I would like to consider your request.." She in turn placed her hand on his chest slowing moving it up to his shoulders which she massaged a little bit "..but this isn't the best time to think, its ruining the moment." She smiled "could we talk of such things later?" She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Wouldn't wanna waste free money now would we?" She thought he was so handsome..

 

[Saint]

Ian was in -complete- concurrence with the shapely Twi'lek's thought process. "No, we wouldn't," he replied softly as his gazed held a mischievous look to is. With her leaning in so close, Ian took the opportunity to get a grasp of her rather suddenly, pulling her in tighter to his form as he began to ravage her bared neck with his mouth. Somehow during all this, his hands found their way to her posterior, gripping her fully and quite fondly to boot.

The Knight wasn't so sure about her belief in her matron goddess or whomever; however, it had led the saucy Twi'lek into this private booth with him, rubbing her silky smooth skin up against him... such a goddess couldn't be all that bad, eh? Heh.. His thumbs found her waistline, slipping just underneath the material as he guided them about her slender sides. Pulling his head back a moment, he inquired briefly, "So aside from dancin', what -else- do you do, hmm?"