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Sol Kenuk

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Well, it didn't last long, it seemed. Imani crossed the distance with graceful strides to snag Draugr away once more, requesting another dance that the Kel'dor doubted the Zabrak would simply ignore. No, not if he was head over heels for the woman. Would they make a permanent pair? Time would tell, Sol supposed. But regardless, that left Sol. The chaos seemed to have winded down. The drama had settled beneath the waves. Would it re-emerge? Perhaps. Sol's not sure he'll be around for it though, as the night crawled onward and the stars glistened across inky skies, a tiredness pricked upon blazing vision to streak through his veins and settle like weights within his pointed claws.

The Sith was just about spent for the evening, it seemed. Perhaps if he had a decent sleep schedule, as opposed to keeping himself up for fruitful study or mad experimentation, Sol might feel a bit less fatigued. Ah, but changing one's habits was no simple matter, no easy thing for such an intense man to do. For now, though, the party, once a fanciful ball of gowns and fine suits, dragged on into a more modern routine. Well, perhaps the Kel'dor could still snag one last dance before he left for the evening. His former had been snatched so rudely from him, after all. Sol strides through the crowd, slips gracefully around the individual passing out burritos, and heads directly back towards the one man Sol thought he might be able to count on.

Still dressed in his unblemished suit, glistening beneath the party lights, Sol slithers quietly through the gathered crowd to approach his prey. Disgraced as the Champion might have been, Sol knows the other as a man who got things done. Conquering Elrood. Rooting out the Killiks on Dromund Kaas. The Kel'dor might have been the distrustful type, but thus far, he had only ever been able to rely upon Caelian, despite all the accusation. Draugr might have simply seen a combat dummy to bully and abuse, but if Caelian was akin to a shard of coal, then the pressure was undoubtedly transforming him into a gem. He would serve the Sith well, of this Sol was certain.

It seemed Caelian had similar ideas, nefarious and wriggling like serpents within his mind. The other man approaches Sol, extends a hand in silent offer. And so, despite the attention it might garner, despite the distasteful looks that might be shot his way, the Kel'dor extends his hand in turn, silver talon-guards glistening as he takes the other's grip within gentle claws. A half-bow was a regal gesture as Sol's eyes glitter deviously behind his mask.

"The night grows late, but the fires of my heart still burn with yearning." A teasing smirk pulls upon the polite man's lips. "Was that romantic enough?" He lets out a quiet chuff akin to an amused jolt of short-lived laughter, a noise of humor heard above the chatter of others around them. "I am not a poet, but I do know how to dance." Sol practically purrs, and for the moment, he can forget his tiredness, the weight of his boots and the dazzling glow of the ballroom lights. He can even forget the apparent burrito projectiles flying through the group to stain dresses and suits alike. The madness doesn't interrupt the Kel'dor's glide toward the dance-floor, though, his newfound partner in hand.

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Darth Tempest

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For perhaps the first time that night, Vahliri couldn’t help the smile that had started tp creep up on onto her expression - body swaying rhythmically and in sync with the Induparan music. Dancing had always been an escape for the half-Annfyn. A medium where she could let loose to the music - allowing all the bullshit of the night to fade into the back of her mind. In that moment, she didn’t linger on her feelings for Altair or the drama with Varyn. In that moment, there was only the familiar song from her homeworld - and the prospect of having a good time with her friends.

Vahliri continued to dance to the song she’d picked - her shoulders and hips rolling in tandem, while her hands snapped above her head. It wasn’t until Anai snuck up behind her that the half-Annfyn’s attention returned to the people around her - flashing the Kaleesh a wide grin. With practiced grace, Vahliri spun a few repetitions beneath their conjoined hands - moving as a blur of emerald green, while her black hair whipped about behind her. Her left leg hooked around Anai’s calf, using the grip to lean a bit further back into that dip and linger there for a moment or two.

As she rose up, the half-Annfyn couldn’t help the bit of laughter that rolled up her throat - genuine glee flashing across her features. This was exactly what she had come to the party for in the first place. Vahliri gave Anai a nudge as the Kaleesh went off to dance with Lu, flashing the two of them a thumbs up. It was only then that the song changed and Jasnah added herself to the mix - an entrance that was greeted with a playful cheer from the half-Annfyn. “Hell yeah,” Vahliri reached out, grasping Jasnah’s hand to tug her a bit closer for a dance. She began to fall into the choreographed movements of the song, her head bobbing and body moving without a single care in the world.

At one point or another throughout the song, Vahliri allowed her gaze to flick beyond the crowds - settling upon Altair for a moment or two. She knew the Tiefling was angry with her, and there was a part of the half-Annfyn that wanted to reach out to him before the night was over. She cared about him far too much not to. Before she could give that anymore thought, however, Vahliri’s attention was abruptly drawn towards something coming in from her peripheral vision. Amber eyes flicked over - just in time to see a completely random, thrown burrito hurtling towards her - the bean-filled projectile enhanced with the Force a somewhat terrifying velocity. With her gaze on Altair and her body moving to the music, Vahliri simply wasn’t quick enough to even attempt to dodge.

In an instant, Vahliri’s gleeful mood came crashing down as the burrito collided with the front of her suit. An explosion of beans, cheese, sour cream and salsa erupted from the poorly-wrapped and microwaved tortilla, splattered across the front of her outfit, face and hair. Bits and pieces of it clung to her jewelry, while the bulk of the tortilla flopped pathetically to the ground. Due to her close range, Jasnah wouldn’t be spared from the burrito assault either - beans and salsa splattering across her ivory-white attire in such a way that just looked.. Gross.

Vahliri couldn’t help but curse loudly, standing in pure shock at what had just happened. She couldn’t help but marvel at her poor luck the entire night, feeling as any hints of a good mood were summarily dashed in an instant. Of course, her shock didn’t last long - amber eyes flicking around until she caught sight of the burrito-flinging poet. Irritation flashed across the half-Annfyn’s features, and she didn’t hesitate to reach out with the Force - seizing one of the burritos at once and bringing it into her hands. With only a glance to Jasnah - also victim to the burrito-attack - Vahliri began her march towards Drane, quite literally prepared to force feed the asshole a burrito.


As she started to walk, Vahliri jutted her chin to stop Jasnah in her tracks. Instead of closing into the man’s face, the half-Annfyn only made it a few steps closer and through the crowd before she drew her arm backwards - eyes fixed with clear line of sight on Drane. Without any more warning, Vahliri whirled her arm forth and launched the burrito at Drane - attempting to fit the poet square in the chest.
 
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Jasnah Atreides

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With Vahliri leading, Jasnah did a much better job of matching the dance steps to the song, and like Vahliri she too was thoroughly enjoying herself. She did notice the occasional glance Vahliri threw towards Altair, not that it really bothered her. All Jasnah had done was flirt with the man, that didn't make it a crime for others to have feelings for him, and she had had more than her share of fun pissing off everyone who had been fangirling over him, so she was more than happy to just enjoy her dance for now.

Then came the attack of the flying burrito, and while Jasnah herself was not hit by it, the splatter from the one that did hit Vahl did miss her. As she looked at her now ruined lehenga, she shared in every bit of anger that gripped Vahl, but seeing her move to retaliate, she turned her focus on cleanup, and went looking for some white wine. Both to drink, and wipe away the mush on her clothes.

 
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Celeste couldn't get any quiet minute. She was constantly running around, serving drinks and restocking the food trays at the buffet before carrying around the little trays to offer a snack every here and then. After the incident with the burning curtain she had tried to be as inconspicuous as possible again, and so far everything went rather well.

However once she finally thought that the pure madness would be over, even more shit happened. Of course the drama around Altair (@Sreeya) continued and of course it was some ladies' drama again, but Celeste was way too stressed and busy to pay much attention to that blonde drama queen (@LilyNion). Altair was up to no good with both, Wodan (@Braden) and Caerillion (@LouJoVi) but she let them continue their dancing battle while she was busy helping to treat one of the injured musicians.

By the end of that, however, her anger levels had obviously risen and the friendly smile on her lips was completely fake and forced by now. She reminded herself to breathe, but things were getting more and more out of hand and she couldn't even sit for one minute and if the slightest stupid thing would happen to her, she would probably lose composure.

Her gaze occasionally met some other familiar faces like Vahl (@Altaris) and she still tried her best not to bump into anyone, but as she was busy heading towards a completely sweat-drenched, exhausted older man on the dancefloor who was in desperate need of water, she came dangerously close to this crab man (@Nevermourn) and his light skinned dancing partner (@Xorism). She skillfully turned her back towards them though before she offered the man his drink, then she cleverly used him as a body shield again to disappear into the back of the room.

She never made it off the dancefloor though, because a very old man simply grabbed her and forced her to dance for a while and of course this was not her place to escape that situation. She was completely frustrated when he finally let her go again, and now she was actually scowling for a short period of time, before flying burritos made her question her sanity right there, right then. BURRITOS?!

Without any warning, the burrito hail found its first victims and she just couldn't believe now much shit was going on here tonight. Never....never again. This party had gotten out of hand and she really regretted having dealt with that fire earlier. If she would have just let it burn, maybe this would have been over by now. But now. Catastrophe was still enfolding.

Rolling her eyes, she stormed back into the direction of the counter, massaging her temple for a brief moment while she breathed deeply yet another time. 'It will all be over soon', she desperately thought to herself, but she knew it was rather wishful thinking and then something even worse happened. She suddenly bumped against someone, briefly mumbling an apologetic "sorry" before she already spun around to leave the war with the newly received shots to distribute, but in the corner of her eyes she caught a tail. "Altair?!". His name simply escaped her. Fuck. How had he gotten towards the bar thag fast?! Hadn't he just been on stage a few moments ago? Of course he finally had to see her that way...the night was just perfect (@Sreeya).

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Darth Draugr

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Staring down the Kel'Dor he had maybe read the report wrong. Perhaps it were another Sol on the battlefield that day. Either way if what Sol had said was true then oh well. Guess Draugr can carry on with life without having to dismember another Sith. Feeling the arm of someone slip under his he turned to see Imani. Her soft touch enough to soothe the soul. His focus from the Kel'Dor immediately shifting and staying on Imani.

"Suppose you're right," He would give a slight bit of a flirtatious smile before continuing, "Lead the way dear." Draugr would follow with his hand in hers and make it to the dance floor. Repositioning into the dancing position they had before all hell broke loose. He had one hand in hers and the other on her waist as they danced to the music, forgetting the chaos around them with the burritos and the drunken yelling. It was almost like being in a daycare trying to watch a show.

The Sith Master would give her a medium paced spin before pulling her back in close to continue the dance. Nothing was going to interrupt his peace here. This was like an escape. An inner heaven if you would. So long as another rat doesn't come barrelling through it should be fine. Nor a burrito.. for god's sake.. if a burrito made it over to them..




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Four score and several burritos ago ... wait where was that going? A vengeful night this was not, as the prized Echani became a snack on snack. Having excitement coursing through his body, maybe alcohol, maybe more, Caelian whisked the Kel'dor through the floor. It made his night, such a simple delight would there be room for more?

The tall masked one caused no fright, as they embraced quite tight. Perhaps later, they could find the bigger whore.

Caelian smiled as Sol let loose a rarer side of Kel'dor than he had previously seen. The Echani wasn't a ball room dancer but he'd be quick enough to follow the others lead. It was simply nice to ignore the drama unfolding around them and just have a little bit of fun.

Although he couldn't say it directly, expressively, Caelian was enjoying himself. It was nice letting loose a little, perhaps a little too much as he slipped a hand behind his dancing partner, copping a brief feel with a cheeky grin across his face.



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Flashing Aadya a return grin at her reply and swift departure, Nakoa'd been quite content to simply sit and vibe, drinking his drink. The rapidly changing music had yet to entice him into dancing. Instead, he watched the shenanigans unfold across the room and fucked about with the different drink-mixing ingredients behind the bar, trying to get a certain flavor. And of course, sampling the results throughout.

At some point, a waiter dropped off a jumbo shrimp cocktail for Nakoa to snack on. At this point, the bartender was halfway getting paid to stand around with the Wrean slinging drinks for fun. He was in the middle of another tequila mix involving mint, ginger, and a light chili garnish when the burritopocalypse began. Some pretty boy (@Die Shize) started hucking burritos at party-goers after dumping beer all over the burrito salesman, nailing a bunch of people in the face and/or clothes.

Nakoa made a face at the ridiculous scene, laughing before one of the burrito-based bullets nearly beaned the drink he was carefully assembling on its way meatily slap someone in the face. It was a lot funnier when it wasn't directed at him. "Oi, watch it!" he protested. Since the Champion was thoroughly buzzed, the next burrito that passed over the bar table was met with an overdramatic hook kick that sent it careening out the bar window. A seagull descended upon it immediately, snatching it up before it even hit the ground.

He was filled with regret after regaining a sense of drunken balance, his shoe now decorated with burrito. Maybe kicking it wasn't a good idea and he shouldn't have followed that impulse. All regret was forgotten after he cleaned it off and went back to his drink- there were burrito bits in that, too. Nakoa slapped the whole tainted glass into the garbage like an aggrieved cat and hopped out from behind the bar to do something else now, a tequila bottle in hand.

Finding himself approaching the man of the hour and his friends, Nakoa figured he'd actually introduce himself now they were being mobbed by rabid titties. "Aye-o, I'm Nakoa," he greeted the group, smirking and planting his tequila bottle like a flag by the growing pile of spent shot glasses. "I come with offer of drink and dancin'." He gestured to the lot and nodded toward the dance floor. (@Sreeya @Braden @LouJoVi)

"You bunch put on a hell of a show. Aren't you ragin' bull, mate?"
 

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Altair threw back another drink as Caer (@LouJoVi )returned and mentioned something about a club. The tiefling looked around the room - spotting multiple scantily clad women vying for his attention, music, food, drinks - “Naw, I got everything I need right here,” He said to the Annfyn, “Y’all go and have fun thought,” He said before flashing both him and Lenny (who is actually Braden’s npc by the way, not a shared npc) a smile.

The tiefling stifled a yawn as he saw burritos being thrown. He spotted one splattering Vahliri on her clothes. The sight suddenly caused him to straighten up. However, several girls began to throw burritos in the perpetrator’s direction. Oh well, Vahl was taken care of by her small army of girlfriends. Besides, it would probably be an excuse to strip off her outfit for Varyn once she joined him wherever the hell he was. Altair glanced down and saw the man still hadn’t responded. Weird.

“A slappable face?!” Altair asked Wodan incredulously, a mock wounded look on his face, “After tonight, you may be right..” He said with a grimace as he knocked back another shot. Growing further turned off at the idea of going up to dance with the group of girls that looked way too angry or drama, he decided to stay put and watch with mild interest as Draugr danced with his sister and Sol danced with Caelian. He smiled at the new man that approached them.

"Damn right," He said with pride, "Highly recommend playin' at least once in your life!" Altair said as he clinked his glass against Nakoa's.

Someone calling his name caught his attention and he glanced over to spot Celeste. He almost did a double take at the sight of her in a waitress uniform. Seeing her in a server role was bizarre and gave him pause. He flashed her a grin.

“That’s Master Din to you, acolyte,” Altair said as he stacked his shot glass on the tray she was holding. He laughed softly to himself before clapping Wodan on the back and nodded at Nakoa, “'Scuse me, gents”

With that, he turned towards Celeste, taking the tray from her and placing it on a table. Altair extended a hand towards her, “You’re off the clock now,” He declared. He had the position to whimsically decide that, “Dance?” He hadn’t had the chance to dance with anyone the entire night and he knew Celeste wouldn’t bring any ridiculous angst.

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The lights are dazzling as the two glide across the dance-floor, Sol taking the lead and dragging the other into a charming waltz. The music might be a bit more modern, but the ball had begun with a more classical theme, and the Kel’dor was not so keen to abandon the idea. His feet move easily as his talons twine with the other Sith’s fingers, one hand resting gently upon the shoulder.

Then of course, as the two sway, Caelian seizes a surprising opportunity. The pressure of the other’s hand is not easily ignored, and Sol’s eyes darken upon the pale haired man, not with malice nor distaste, but with something else entirely. The Kel’dor smirks, draws his partner into a twirl before attempting to dip him rather low. Sol doesn’t drop the other man, let’s the two hover there for a moment with the Sith’s masked face lingering close to that of his companion.

“Rather bold of you.” The amusement within his husky vocals is deep and low, like the distant roll of thunder that echoed through the very bones. “Are you entirely sure that’s what you want?” And with that heated breath, Sol finally pulls Caelian out of the dip, moving once more into that graceful waltz.

The question had been a serious one, though. Sol was being thorough, making sure that the gesture had been one of genuine interest. Would he deny Caelian that night? Unlikely. Though the Kel’dor had never truly looked closely at the other’s features, he does enjoy the icy hued eyes, and the scars that now laced pale skin. Perhaps it was a pity that Sol had never noticed these things before, so caught up in lusting after Altair.

Maybe he had been chasing the wrong prey all along.

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Lu continued to dance along with the music, the smile on their face growing wider as their confidence lifted a bit. Skirt flaring and sleeves fluttering with every move, the Acolyte was close to losing themself into the dance when Anai's voice broke through their thoughts. Lu returned Anai's smile and accepted her proferred hand. Stepping closer to the tall Kaleesh, the Acolyte wondered where to put their free hand and settled for placing it on the masked woman's shoulder.

"Yes, please. Thank you," replied Lu, tilting their head up to meet their dance partner's gaze. As the music changed, the Acolyte couldn't help the small burst of sudden anxiety that bubbled in their chest – they had never danced with a partner before. Should they lead? Probably not. They had to be mindful not to step on Anai's toes, that would be embarrassing–

Something flew past the Acolyte's head from the side, missing Anai and landing with a 'splat!' on a random woman's head. Looking around Lu quickly found the source (@Die Shize) and frowned. First, physical fighting, then a musical battle. Now a food fight?

They heard Vahl curse and saw that she had been hit by a mini burrito dead on the chest, her new dance partner unspared from the assault. Another would have found its mark on Anai and Lu but the Acolyte acted on instinct, using the Force to swat the mini burrito away before it could do any damage.

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That poor salesman.
And Drane as well, man!
But he was drunk as a skunk!
None of this is personal, everyone.

A Sith was just having some fun.
Throw a few burritos, this’n’that one.
At a few not-so-intimidating NPC patrons.
Maybe get slapped in the face again…O yup.

Yet…what happened next…forget it!
What actually happened next is brilliant!

“MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
Laughs this Sith! His name is Drane!
“ALL YOUR BURRITOS ARE BELONG TO MEE!!”
Lifts a shot of whiskey! Knock it back! DRINKY!

However, several girls
Began to throw burritos
In the perpetrator’s direction.
They do give him a taste
Of his own medicine.

One wrecks him in the chest.
“Oh bloody hell is that cheese!?”
Despite it all, sauce he licks clean.
Spicy finger-lickin’ goodness, oh yes!
Like champagne, ruined suit of Drane.

The one who threw that bane of a burrito?
A woman who was dressed in an emerald suit.
Well-fittin’ green, open jacket, hair-piece, Jasmine.
Hmm, yes, I sense the presence of a Sith… “Take THIS!”

And a man launches his hand again!
But it isn’t a burrito and he isn’t Kayden!
He is Drane, son of the Red Sun or somethin’!
He throws an unsliced peach at the silly woman!
@Vahliri Kahtal who is the Sith of this one @Altaris

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As if all this night had done wasn't already enough, now she stumbled upon the person who she wanted to avoid the most...and that she hadn't even been to keep her mouth shut and had blurted out his name. Fantastic...Her gaze immediately flicked down on him before she glanced down on herself. Of course he was dressed fantastically while she wore a simple, tight waitress outfit instead of a pompous, glamorous dress as usual.

No...she would at least wear what she was wearing with confidence. The shock faded from her expression and she forced herself to a soft, warm smile, however the smile vanished as he reminded her of her position again...She refrained from sighting or even snapping back, especially because he was still laughing and freed her of that annoying tray, before he even extended his hand.

There was not a single second of hesitation as she took his hand, a now completely genuine smile spreading on her lips as she took a step forward. "Of course, Commander Din" she replied, giving him a wink while she was absolutely glad to be freed of her duties now. All the embarrassment of her attire was forgotten as he gazed into her eyes with that cheeky grin and this usual glow in his vibrant, purple eyes. She didn't care that he was still with some of his boys and that the inherent waiters were already either raising brows or turning slightly reddish with a hint of enviousness in their eyes. There had definitely been enough drama, so she was glad to get at least some time to enjoy herself and Altair looked like he was in desperate need of some fun as well.

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It took a little bit of leading and a lot of luck, but Caelian managed to keep up with the taller Kel'dor as their dancing moved gracefully across the dance floor. Confidence grew after a little while, feeling more comfortable with the ancient style of dance, as the many foot work lessons that he had endured over the years had somewhat prepared him to be more nimble on the spot.

After all, dancing was just another form of combat, albeit with an arguably more fun outcome, if one played their cards right.

A flick of the wrist sent the Echani into a twirl and into a dip, holding the pair close as Sol made his inquiries. Caelian's face playfully held an enigmatic stare, his azure gaze piercing those goggles the Kel'dor held so dear, as a small grin revealed itself. There was a lure of excitement at the lingering thought of hiding his decision, although he would only leave Sol wondering for a short moment before nodding softly as they continued to dance.

A nice distraction it would serve, although not entirely sought out without an ulterior motive. Caelian was quickly growing tired of the muteness when trying to express himself, and it would be tiring trying to project one's thoughts all night, especially in a group setting. That being said, he wasn't interested in some low end, budget solution and instead was angling for something fancy that was somewhat out of his price range.

Perhaps with a little bit of game and friendly persuasion, it wouldn't.

After a little teasing dancing, Caelian clasped his talons in hand to lead him out of sight and mind, perhaps a dark closet where they wouldn't be bothered for a little bit - it didn't matter really. If the party hadn't died by the time they'd finished, the Echani would return ruffled and parched, looking for the bar for a drink.



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The drinks were once again flowing with regular ease, Wodan gulping down a number of alcohol mixers as well as the odd shot which came around. His blood tried desperately to fight off the alcoholic intoxication but it was once again losing the battle. The group shouted amongst themselves over the loud music as they passed around the beverages. When Caerllion turned back up with Lenny, shook his head, passing the pair of drinks before bidding the pair on their way. “Nah, its all free here buddy, go have fun.” He replied, giving Lenny a wink before turning back to the group. The alcohol had removed any concern about his outward appearance or actions, the Firrerrian dancing along to the music as he drunk.

“Anyone who brings drinks is a friend.” He chuckled at Nakoa, slapping him on the arm before taking the drink and throwing it back. Altair disappeared from sight as Wodan was talking to Nakoa about the night, who was hot and who was not. Knocking back another drink he turned around to place it on the table behind when he spotted Altair with another broad.

For fuck sakes, these trollops seemed to be attracted to Altair, like flies to bantha shit. “Excuse me a moment.” He said to Nakoa before ducking out of the small circle of lads. The Firrerrian ducked and dived between the crush of people, his eyes locked onto his target, the phallus lead Tiefling. Nope no more wench’s for his brother tonight, it was lads night or no night for Altair.

Breaking free from the agolominiation of people, Wodan had about ten steps to pick up speed though his alcohol ridden body seemed to only figure that out on the fourth step. As Celeste took Altair’s hand she would quickly watch the Tiefling disappear from view. As Wodan crashed into the side of the Commander, rugby tackling the big man to the ground. Although the alcohol turned it less into a rugby tackle and more into a jumping shoulder charge into Altair’s side.

Wodan collapsed on top of the man, pinning him to the ground. “No more hussies for you tonight.” He slurred into the man's face before rolling off him landing on his back looking up at Celeste giving her a cheeky smile before closing his eyes and passing out.

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Altair flashed Celeste a smile, his gaze roaming up and down her body, “You know.. You look pretty damn sexy in this waitres-OOF!” He managed as he was trucked right to the ground before he could get his one dance for the night. The tiefling hit the floor with a heavy thud, Wodan atop him. Altair blinked as he stared up at the lights above, barely hearing the music in the background. He groaned while on the ground, the alcohol still coursing through his system.

“Bro why…” He half groaned as Wodan rolled off him. Altair’s chest slowly rose and fell as he thought about how he ended up here. This night started off with Tiamat as his date and it was going to be just them dancing. It completely spiraled out of control from there. Damn, was he about to drag Celeste into this mess? More than alcohol, pure and debilitating exhaustion began to set in.

In his head he made a plan of getting to his feet, throwing back a few shots and actually trying to have a nice dance. By the time he was done making a plan, exhaustion won over. Within moments, his eyes were closed and he began to snore softly. Lying right there next to Wodan with an arm still haphazardly layered over him.

Altair was out like a light.

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Jasnah Atreides

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Jasnah had a dry-cleaning appointment in her immediate future, which meant tracking down the rest of her outfit. It took her a solid fifteen minutes, but she was finally able to track down the drape she had weaponized what seemed like eons ago. Through some miracle, it was mostly intact, some kind soul had found it and put it on a seat near the dance floor. Or maybe one too many people had tripped on it and someone had finally had the thought to get rid of it.

Either way, regardless of how it ended up here Jasnah was glad to have found it. There were a few stains on it, but nothing as bad as the burrito innards that had ruined the rest of her lehenga. Making a bee-line for the exit, she missed the obstacles that now lay in her path, almost tripping and falling over the sleeping forms of Wodan and Altair.

Impressed by how innocent they looked, she shook her head as she realized that she wasn't going to get this sorted in one trip to the dry-cleaners. Clutching the drape in both hands, she flicked it out, letting it spread out before her, before letting it fall gently over the two sleeping men. Quietly tucking them in, she patted Altair gently on the head before heading towards the exit.

She left, despite the state of her clothes, with a slight smile on her lips.

/Exit thread
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