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The Planet Zeltron
In an urban center

Before Firrerre.



Loud.

Even out in the streets, away from the casinos, the raves, the private clubs where people could just pile up into a mound of twisting, moaning flesh, Zeltros was loud. Traffic sped by, roaring between lanes between the towering buildings around him. The booming sounds of advertisements for clubs, brothels, and bars rang in his ears. He hadn't bothered to rent a hotel room yet, so the only place left to retreat to would be his ship. However, it was in the middle of a renovation, performed by his most loathed mechanical assistants-- Pit Droids.

The bright lights, the smell of smoke from his spice-laced cigarra, the taste that came with it, the burning sensation under his skin. For him, these were familiar feelings, and they helped take the focus away from the booming sound in his ears. Laeonas Tannaras spent most of his free time doing three things-- meditating, drinking, or partying (sometimes, the last two at once.) This world should've been his home away from home, the place he dipped to constantly to indulge in all the behaviors middle class coreward moms detested.

So... why did he feel so out of place?

He'd come here a number of times before, and every single time, he'd loved it. What was better than non-stop partying? What could be more fun than access to the widest number of liquors in the galaxy? Where else could one line up a twi'lek, togruta, and miralian, and sniff spice right off each of th-


The force pulled at him, a warning-- moments before it happened. The honk of a speeder werving onto the side rails he was leaning off. He barely had time to gather the force, throw himself backwards, and slam into a nearbye wall, all in order to avoid the speeder slamming into him. The front slammed into holocinema he'd been loitering outside of, posters for holos like "The Germinator 3" and "Wohn Jick" phasing through the crumpled hood of the speeder. Laeonas, meanwhile, sat sprawled backwards, staring in absolute shock.

The cigarra hung out of his mouth for a few moments, before promptly falling to the wayside. Civilians around him simply glanced at the wreck, and moved past. They had better things to do; credits to be gambled, clubs to be clubbed in, hookers to be hooked up with. All the while, the makeup wearing man was caught halfway between shock, and simply hyperventilating. Close calls with death, sensory overload, spice, drinks, partying-- this was who he was. This was what he was used to.

What the hell was going on?

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Zeltros was probably his favourite planet in the Galaxy. He loved its festive atmosphere, it was as if the entire planet was in a party. Senin remembers when he visited the planet for the first time. It was when he had turned eighteen. The trip was a gift from the Ravelo for his birthday. The Acolyte still remembers how much fun he had during it.

Since then, whenever he had free time, Senin would visit the planet. Sometimes he would like to stay on Zeltros forever, away from his duties as a Sith and as heir to the Ravelo. He would have no worries, spending all his days drinking at parties.

Senin was walking on the street thinking about how perfect his life would be if he could live there forever. He would go to parties everyday and would drink without needing to control himself to maintain the image of a perfect heir. He would also dress in the way that he wanted. Today he was in the mood to use black and leather. Everything that he was wearing was made of this material: pants, boots and jacket. The only exception was his black shirt, which was hidden by the jacket with only the collar visible. He had black eyeliner around his eyes and his hair was dyed blue. The colored lights coming from the signs on the buildings, caused a contrast with his dark clothes. Senin thought how gorgeous he must be under these lights.

The G’weneen’s thoughts about his appearance were interrupted by the sound of a speeder’s honk. Then he felt the man that was almost run over use the Force and the vehicle crashed into the front of a building that seemed to be a holocinema. Senin stopped, he tilted his head while looking at the person that was lying on the ground. This man didn't look like a Jedi or a Sith and the Acolyte could feel something coming from him. Was it fear? Or perhaps doubt? Usually the young man would walk away, without caring about other people's problems. The young man didn’t knew why, but something compelled him to approach the guy.

Mano, are you alright?” Senin said, the accent and slangs of G’wenee always present in his voice. If the man said that he was fine, the Acolyte would offer a hand for him to rise from the floor “I saw the accident and thought that you could use some help.” now close to the man he could see his black clothes and makeup. This was definitely something that the young man would use “I like your makeup and clothes. Elas são bem maneiras.

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Staring into space, the human barely registered the presence of his "rescuer." Bright aquamarines couldn't really pay attention to anything, even a young, sharply dressed boy with makeup tastes as good as his own. It was only when the other human spoke to him that Laeonas finally took notice. His eyes darted up, registering the other's words enough to give him a nod. At the offer of a hand, his head would turn to face it. Eyes would dart to it, than to the man's face, than to the hand again, and only after half a minute of this would Laeonas take his grip and pull himself back up.

Focus began to return to Laeonas' senses, the shock of what had happened beginning to wear off. The other man continued to speak, and Laeonas could actually listen now. He caught a compliment in basic, accented in a way Laeonas had never once heard before. It became easy to understand why, as it was immediately followed up by a word salad from a language he'd also never heard before.

It sounded nothing like the guttural words of huttese-- the only other language he knew how to speak. Words flowed out almost like music, each syllable a note in a song. It was... different, and in spite of most words being in basic, he had to run the words through his head a second time, checking to see if he'd heard everything correctly. He'd brought up Laeonas' makeup, and his outfit-- one of a number of people on his trip so far. He might've made a risque joke about how the other man might like what was underneath, but he was not in the mood to do so after nearly dying.


"Uhh..." Laeo began his reply, not really sure how to respond. Looking at the man's own clothes, Laeo's aquamarines shown bright as he glanced over them. The man had gone heavier on black than he did, which was saying a lot. He also fit really well into every article of clothing he wore, though he wasn't sure if that was the leather, or his figure. That didn't even cover just how spectacular a choice in eyeliner he had invested in. He... didn't know what to think about the hair, afraid to ask if it was dyed or natural. With how big the galaxy was, either would make sense.

"...thanks." He finally muttered, eyes trailing off to look at the wreck. "Th'at was, uh... close." He practically whispered. Trying to think of how to continue the conversation, Laeonas gave him a weak smile, adding, "Or as they'd say where Ai'm from, sin gar bhi." he said, before frowning. "...or was it sin bhi gar? Or gar sin bhi?" He continued. Old Brentaali was a language that was only kept alive through the scholarship of a few dozen academics on Brentaal, with only a few phrases still in regular use after tens of thousands of years as part of the republic. "...ah, bhi sin gar! Yeah, th'at's it..."

Trying to get off topic, Laeonas transitioned back to what the other man had brought up: clothing. "Ai uh, 'ppreciate th'at.
Coat's pretty old at this point, but uh... Ai just bought these shoes." He clarified, pointing the toe of his foot up. Laeonas didn't have much to say about his makeup; he was just wearing a shade of light violet eyeshadow, and a thick layer of that cheap mascara he so enjoyed. That, and some concealer to smoothen up his pours. With how much he'd been learning and experimenting, he'd been able to make his face look even younger than it already was-- quite an achievement for a novice.

"If we're talkin' a'bout clothes though, Ai mean, those are some damn fine threads... or whatever tha word is fer leather." He went on, brushing off the awkwardness of his delivery. "Ai mean, 'ow much did those boots cost? Kicks laike those ought ta cost a fortune." What followed were a barrage of comments, questions, and compliments about the other man's outfit. They came quickly, all heavily accented with the unique "dialect" of his world's urban poor.

The younger man would be in for a handful tonight.

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Senin waited patiently until the man finally took his hand and stood up. Usually the Acolyte would become annoyed by the indecision, but this time he understood that the guy was still in shock. After all, he had almost died.

Now that the man was on his feet, the young man could see what he was like. He was taller than Senin and seemed to be a bit older. The guy was also really good looking, with his black hair and aquamarine eyes that contrasted very well with his light violet eyeshadow. The Acolyte struggled to control the urge of flirting with the man, better leave it to another moment. Preferably when they were not at the scene of an accident. Since he didn’t know the other’s name, Senin decided to refer to him as Gato in his mind.

After Gato recovered from his shock, he started talking. Senin noticed that the man spoke Basic with a heavy accent that he never heard before. The Acolyte was curious about which planet he could have come from. He would need to make some effort to understand everything that the guy was saying. But that didn't bother him, the young man wondered if the other man would also have difficulty understanding the G'weneen accent.

The Acolyte smiled at the man when he said thanks. “Tranquilo!” then he also looked at the place where the speeder crashed. A crowd was gathering around it and he could heard people shouting to call for an ambulance “I'm glad you didn't get hurt, mano. You were very lucky, the speeder could have killed you.” the young man knew very well that it wasn’t luck that saved Gato, it was his use of the Force. “By the way, my name is Senin Ravelo.” the young man wasn’t afraid of using his surname. Even with him being a Sith, he was only an Acolyte and no one knew his involvement with the Order.

When the man started to praise his outfit, Senin felt his ego become inflated. He loved being the center of attention and Gato was giving him just that. The Acolyte smile grew after each praise "Valeu! Yeah, the boots were a bit expensive. However, I follow the idea that my body deserves to use the best, no matter the price." he outstretched his arms so the black-haired man could see his full body. "Your shoes are very cool, too. They fit your pants very well." Senin looked at the guy's shoes, then his eyes lingered at the man's legs for some seconds. "I loved your eye shadow. The violet makes the color of your eyes look even better. I usually prefer to use black, but sometimes I also use red and dark blue. Perhaps you could give me some makeup tips." now was Senin's turn to give the man praise. He would also ask several questions regarding makeup. "Do you use nail polish? Sometimes I use black and dark red. Eu acho que você ficaria ainda mais bonito!" he flirted with the man using the Sil-Cale language. The guy would probably not understand, but the wink that Senin gave would probably give away what he meant.

It was getting late, but Senin wanted to talk more with the man. Something about him reminded the Acolyte of some of the kids he met when he lived on the streets. So he had an idea “I think that after all that you could use some fun.” Senin said, smiling at the man. “I was going to a very good nightclub near here. Would you like to go with me? Iria ser bem maneiro.” he pulled from his pocket two black and golden pieces of paper and showed them to the other man “We can stay at the VIP area. I have two passes.” it was common for the Acolyte to buy two passes. Usually he would search for someone interesting at the club’s crowd and offer them the second one, this way he would end with a partner for the night. However, this time he already found an interesting company.

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Ah, yes, luck. That classic explanation that everyone seemed to use. If only the young man knew about the governing nature of the universe. Hell, he wouldn't have been surprised if the force had wanted this to happen. Perhaps it had manipulated circumstance, maybe by causing the speeder crash. Either way, if he were to die from that of all things, after all this time, it'd be absolutely humiliating.

The gathering crowd didn't pay much attention to the two bystanders, though a few passed the still shaken man to see if he was alright. The vast majority seemed focused on the actual speeder though. A larger Aqualish would force open the back door, finding a shocked Zeltron woman in the back. All things considered, she seemed fine, and the others would begin helping her out. The speeder seemed to have been automatic; a rare sight on it's own, but rarer still was the fact that it had caused an accident. Laeonas hadn't paid attention to any of this; he was much more interested in the young man before him.

Shortly afterward his "luck" comment, he'd be provided his name-- as foreign as his accent. "Sehnin Ravvelo, eh? Call me... Baeo. Baeonnass Bannarass." He replied, mispronouncing both the other man's name, and "his" own. Laeonas had heard the proper pronunciations of how the nobles would've spoken his name, but he neither had the time nor the desire to fix it. He couldn't tell if the other man was of auspicious birth or not; apparently in many places in the galaxy, commoners had last names as well.

Moving past introductions, Senin took quite nicely to Laeo's compliments. In fact, he seemed absolutely elated to be talking about it. The older man was all to happy to engage the blue haired human; he wanted to move past what had happened, and choosing to focus on one of his favorite subjects was a nice change of pace. "Good thinkin'," He'd reply to the younger man's talk about his boots. Eyes trailed up and down his figure once the other man took a pose, similar to the ones Laeonas did whenever he wanted to admire himself.

"...well, treatin' yerself's always nice. Ai laike t'budget though; Ai don't laike dressin' so naice Ai stand out. That'll get me robbed." He answered, mostly teasing towards the end. He was more than capable of dispatching any petty thieves, though there hardly were any on this rock. Zeltros was one world of total hedonism, and the man before him was reminding him a lot of what he loved about this place.

"Oh, tha shoes? Just casual; bought 'em on this trip, actually. Ship's outta commission fer reno, and Ai figured Ai oughta fill tha walk-in closet Ai'm gettin' built." He replied, taking the time to add a bit of gossip. The mention of his ship drew him back to the fact that he'd allowed pit droids to work on it. He fully expected that they'd take weeks instead of days. He'd put close to half of his credits down on the retrofitting... which was the real reason behind why he was being a bit more cautious with his spending.

He was distracted by the mention of makeup-- pleasantly distracted. "Ah shite, ya laike it? Always thought vai was great fer contrast with these," He cooed, gesturing towards his eyes. "Black's always on tha table, but Ai used it a lot when Ai was just startin', so Ai laike ta add color, y'know? Ai'v never actually tried blue though... but Ai can see why ya laike it," He'd go on, "Yer rockin' tha color fairly well." He finished, glancing up at the man's hair. "Red though... ain't mae color." It wasn't his hair color, at least, which he'd make clear with his pulling of his own back.

Between the request for makeup tips, the offer of nail polish, and the musical language in a tone that sounded very nice and the accompanying wink had Laeo very smitten. Rarely could he meet someone with a passion for all of this outside a store, much less a person under forty. At the offer of fun and a night club, Laeonas was absolutely beaming at the younger man. "Ya 'ad me at... err, aindah maiss bahneetoh?" He offered, absolutely butchering the man's beautiful language.

As they began to walk off, Laeonas took one final glance at the wreck behind them. "...ayy, d'ya mind if Ai take a look at this real quick?" He asked, the vestigial hint of a smile still on his face, though quite dampened by a look of morbid curiosity. "Ai uh, nearly died, and Ai'd laike ta give 'oever was pilotin' that hunk of shite a piece of mae mind."

He didn't actually wait for Senin's approval. Instead, he'd turn, march his way over, and approach the front half of the vehicle. He couldn't care less about starting a scene; there already was one. Glancing at the Zeltron woman on the ground, he was tempted to assume that it was she who'd been piloting it. Yet it was obvious from her shocked state that she was in no state for a chewing. Growling, he'd look around, ignoring the questioning about whether or not he was alright. Glancing in the front, his eyes widened as he saw the lack of any piloting controls.

"...self pilotin', and it crashed..." He mused, stroking the hint of a stubble on his chin. He'd glance at the side door, half crumpled as it was. He'd take a note of the name of the company; a certain "Zoober." He could probably complain to their office in the morning, wherever he ended up.

Turning back to the other man, he'd jog back over, smile slowly returning. "Sooooo... what're tha drinks laike at this place?~"

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"Irado!" Senin said, his smile growing. He became excited when the man, who he now knows is called Baeonnass Bannarass, accepted his offer to go to the nightclub. The young man was really interested in Baeo, it wasn't often that the Acolyte found someone who had the same taste in clothes and makeup as he, much less another man. As if that wasn't enough, the other also had an accent and was a Force user.

Baeo's attempt to repeat what Senin said in Sil-Cale made the young man give a charming laugh. It sounded different, but he still could understand some parts. The face that the older man made when trying to talk was also very cute. The Acolyte was starting to think that perhaps he would talk more in his homeworld native language, only to see Baeo's face when he tries to repeat. He approached the man and stood on tiptoe "I said that you would be even more gorgeous with nail polish." Senin whispered in Baeo's ear, as if it was some secret that should remain only between the two. Then he winked while smiling at the man.

They were getting ready to go when Baeo asked to see the accident one last time, wanting to argue with the driver about what had happened. Senin nodded in agreement. "Of course, mano! I'll wait for you there." If he was in the man's place, he would do the same. No, he would not only argue with the driver, he would probably Force choke them a little. Not enough to kill, only to give them a taste of a near death experience.

While the older man walked to the crashed vehicle, Senin used the opportunity to admire Baeo from behind. He didn't pay attention if they had managed to rescue the people inside the speeder, the Acolyte didn't care about them. All his attention was on Baeo and he wasn't ashamed if people would see him staring at the other man with a smile that wasn't innocent. Another idea that the G'weneen followed is that beautiful things should be praised and admired. He was doing it at the moment, for the young man Baeonnass was gorgeous.

When the older man returned, Senin answered him with a smile. "Mano, if you like to drink, you will love this place. In my opinion they have the best drinks of the entire planet." the best and the most expensive, but he could afford it without problems. The Acolyte loved that one of the benefits of being rich was that he could indulge any of his desires. "Bora lá!" he started to walk, guiding Baeo to the nightclub.

After a walk of some minutes, they arrived in front of the nightclub. On its facade there was a sign made of neon where they could read its name, "Stellar Paradise". There was a long line formed by several beings of different species, all waiting for a chance to enter the building. They were the poor, the ones that couldn’t afford a vip booth. Senin stopped in front of the bouncer, a muscular and angry-faced Pantoran, and showed him the two passes. The guy nodded in agreement and let them in. While they walked inside the nightclub, many of those in the line looked at them with envy.

The nightclub was full of sentient beings dancing and drinking. Multi-colored lights illuminated the place, while electronic music played at a high volume. "Follow me." Senin said at Baeo's ear, then he guided the other man to the stairs that would go to the vip area. At the beginning of the stairs there was a counter where a female Zeltron was inspecting who had the passes. After giving it to her, the woman put black and gold plastic bracelets on their wrists and allowed the two to climb the stairs. "Come, I want to show you something." the Acolyte said at the other man's ear again, before holding Baeo's hand and climbing the stairs fast with him. While doing it, the young man could feel how the hand was. He liked how rough it was if compared with his, which were more soft even with his Sith training.

When they arrived at their booth, Senin let go of Baeo's hand and showed him several drinks inside a bowl of ice, which was over the table. "This is what I was saying, they leave several drinks here for us. The best part is that when it end, we can ask for more." Then he walked to the table, poured some fruity alcoholic drink in a glass and took a seat. "If you like drinks and parties, you would love my homeworld, G'wenee. It's called the Paraíso Tropical. There is a festival that lasts for five days. During it we do nothing but drink, eat and party." he paused to sip his drink, it was delicious. Then Senin crossed his legs, making his leather pants cling to it. "Where are you from, mano? I'll understand if you don’t want to say, but I'm curious. I never heard someone with your accent before. Eu acho ele bem bonito, igual a você" This was followed by another wink.

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Gorgeous.

Shivers ran down the older man's spine as the word rang in his ear. There were so many words he'd been called before; openly lewd, obviously eager words. Yet at the sound of the word Senin had delivered, he'd feel the hairs of his neck stand-- not in fear, or out of being uncomfortable, but out of
excitement. The word had been delivered with the same tone as those who'd call him lewd things, like "daddy' or "big boy" or whatever others people said to him; in a sultry tone, right up to his ear. But this word was so innocuous on the surface. He wasn't just calling Laeonas sexy; no, he was calling him beautiful.

The difference was subtle to the uninitiated. Both meant that he looked good-- physically appealing. But it was one thing to be told that you got someone's rocks off; it was another thing to be told that you were gorgeous. It didn't get him going in the same way, eager to simply find a place for them to pull off their clothing. He felt empowered, inspired-- desired. It was such an absolutely wonderful feeling and it was one he wanted to keep feeling for the rest of the evening.

Cheeks burning bright red, he followed after the slightly shorter, but obviously younger man. Laeonas took in his appearance with a newfound appreciation. His blue locks looked brighter, the black eyeliner he wore contrasted even better. Gorgeous wasn't how he'd describe him-- he didn't get that same feeling he got when he looked in the mirror when he saw this man. It was a familiar feeling; a base wanting, though it was quite weak. His mind was more preoccupied with himself, going over how gorgeous Senin seemed to think he was.

At the response to his question, Laeonas' smirk turned into a full on grin.
"Best drinks on tha planet, eh?" He repeated, pursing his lips as he stifled an even bigger smile. "

The walk to the nightclub was rather uneventful. He got stares of envy from the general public as they made their way past them. He wondered if it was because of their tickets, or because of just how gorgeous he looked.

Probably both.

Entering inside, Laeonas took in the familiar vibe of the club, grinning wide as he stood and basked in it's glow. The pounding of the stereo, the flashing of neon lights. It wasn't very crowded; usually he'd just throw himself into the dance floor, and he'd be grinding against bodies as they moved to the beat within minutes. That wasn't a possibility here, however, though he didn't mind. This felt more important... more exclusive.

Following behind Senin, they'd walk up stairs, and arrive at their booth quite unceremoniously. The younger, softer hand would grip his own, practically pulling him along.

Most clubs he went to had their seating along the walls. Booths would have unwashed tables, rat eaten, cheap foam cushioning, and wreak of all numbers of drinks, drugs, and bodily fluids. That this place had a second floor was already nice; that it provided an overview of the floor beneath was better. It was comfortable, it was sexy, and it was good.

But he was most obviously drawn towards the ice filled bucket of bottles in the middle. He'd stare in awe, listening to Senin explain. He had access to high quality booze, and he got to drink, and drink, and drink to his heart's content. It sounded all to good to be true, but here it was. He'd done nothing but say what he'd thought about the man's appearance, and in return, Senin had given him this.

Sitting next to his benefactor, Laeonas spent quite a bit of time simply drinking the fantastic booze they'd been provided.
"'Ow long 'ave ya been spyin' about me?" He finally questioned, turning to him with a grin. "Either Ai'm tha easiest kriffin' asshole in tha galaxy ta figure out, or ya'v been spyin' on me. C'mon, 'ow'd ya know callin' me pretty, gettin' me drunk, and talkin' about a world where Ai could eat, drink and party fer a straight week wouldn't make me want ta marry ya on tha spot?" He'd joke, letting out a laugh as he gulped down another glass.

Glancing down at Senin's legs as they crossed, Laeonas held back another flirtatious comment. He wasn't sure if his own, explicit brand of flirting would either win Senin over, or completely repulse him. He wasn't drunk enough to try it either. At the mention of his accent, Laeonas stopped in his tracks, but he'd hear the man say something else in that very attractive language of his. It clearly wasn't meant to be an insult, and it seemed only fair to answer, seeing as Senin had told him where he was from. Usually he didn't think under such terms, but the man had been so absolutely wonderful that he deserved at least some truth.


"Usually by tha taime people'r askin' a'bout th'at, Ai'm already-" He began, but cut himself off. He was going to be clean-- at least, he was going to try to be. "...well, doesn't matter. Ya aren't most people, th'at's fer sure." He'd follow up, taking a sip of his current drink.

"Ai'm from Brentaal, a wonderful little world sittin' near tha center of tha galaxy." He answered, before his brow furrowed. "Well, not tha literal center; it's raight next ta Chandrilla and it's between tha 'ydian and Parla-- fuck it, it's important." He finally finished, not bothering to explain such boring details with such an interesting man.

"Tha wonderful people who sit at tha top on mae world are constantly interactin', talkin', and screwin' with people from those who aren't from it, so they sound laike... well, everyone else." Laeonas explained, emptying his glass a third time already. "People laike me, on tha other 'and... we aren't born ta such auspicious ancestors." He continued, leaving out the fact that he very much was descended from the people he mocked. "So we get left ta learn ta read and talk properly on our own; and wouldn't ya think it, we're tha only ones th'at can speak a lick of what everyone used ta talk with on our world."

"Course, none of us know more than a few words, but we all karkin' sound laike we're from 40,000 BBY, ayy?~"
He questioned, taking another sip. If he didn't die from being around such a magnetic person like the one he was sitting next to, he'd certainly be dead of liver failure the next morning.

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Senin smiled at the reaction that Baeonnass had when he saw the bowl with the drinks. It reminded the young man of a child that received a bag full of his favourite candy. This made the Acolyte come to the conclusion that Baeo was not only gorgeous but also cute.

Sipping his drink, Senin watched the older man sit beside him. When Baeo started to eagerly drink his booze, the young man used this moment to appreciate how the man's throat moved when he swallowed. It was a very captivating image.

After hearing Baeonnass' joke, Senin made a fake astonished face "You got me, mano! I have been spying on you since you arrived on the planet. I was hoping to seduce you to marry with me, so I could make the Rav-my parents crazy." then he started to laugh, even ignoring the fact that he nearly called his adoptive parents by their surname. "Being sincere, I wanted company and as I loved our conversation and didn't want it to end, I invited you." he made a pause to finish his drink, only to pour more in his glass. He put his hand in the space between the two and leaned to whisper at Baeo's ear with his best sultry voice "A outra razão é que você é um baita de um gato gostoso." he winked at the man while his hand briefly brushed against his leg.

Senin sipped more of his drink, while watching the older man's reaction to what he said. The Acolyte loved flirting in Sil-Cale. "Also, I wouldn't mind marrying you, mano. You are gorgeous and we basically have the same tastes for clothes and makeup! It's so difficult to find someone like that. The bonus is that my parents would go crazy with that." he laughed playfully. This was obviously a joke, but he would not mind having some fun with Baeo tonight.

The Acolyte could see how uncomfortable Baeonnass was talking about his homeworld. Brentaal, he had heard about it when he was being tutored by the professors hired by the Ravelo. He knew that it was a trade world located at the intersection of the Hydian Way and the Perlemian Trade Route. One of the Core Worlds, it was a very important planet for the New Republic. "Interesting, my planet is also like that. The rich elites learn how to talk and read Galactic Basic, while the poors only know how to speak G'wenee original language, Sil-Cale. However, even the rich also use some words of the old language and have accents." he made a pause to sip his drink. "I think that your accent is charming, far better than the obnoxious way that people of Coruscant talk. Eu adoro ele!" he said, with a sincere smile.

Senin noticed that the VIP area had a space to dance. There some patrons were moving to the beat of the music, their bodies illuminated by the multi-colored lights. Suddenly the Acolyte felt a desire to dance. He finished his drink and placed the glass at the table. "I think that I'll go dance a little." he announced before getting up from his seat. Then he removed his leather jacket, revealing what he was wearing below it. "Would you like to dance with me? Iria ser maneiro." he smiled at Baeonnass, while offering his hand to him.

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As Senin acted out his shocked expression, Laeonas put on an heir of triumphant recognition. "Ah, Ai knew it! Well, ya won't swipe me off mae feet, and Ai sure as 'ell don't plan on changin' mae last name, so ya can take yer marriage proposal and shove it where this neon don't shine!" He cried, trying and failing to suppress a grin. He didn't pay much attention to the finer details of Senin's speech; any slip ups were probably because he was slipping back into his native language, and any quirks he didn't understand were, more than likely, just a quirk of that pretty accent he had.

Laeonas' eyes moved back and forth, focusing on Senin when he was speaking, and focusing on his drink when he wasn't. He was a man preoccupied with slaking his thirst for alcohol, so any lack of attention wasn't coming from a disrespect towards the younger man. In fact, Laeonas was actively trying not to be disrespectful; or at least, he was trying not to be repugnant. He enjoyed the boy's company; his humor, his tastes, all complimented his own quite well.

At the mention of Senin's genuine reasons for interest, a smile crept onto Laeonas' lips.
"Oh, ya really don't gotta butter me up laike that; there're better oils anyway." He said, teasing with the last half of his statement. He'd reach to take another sip, but froze when Senin leaned in and whispered. His voice was unparalleled with how utterly appealing it sounded; how breathy, how quiet and forbidden, and how hints of want wafted into his words. All in that language which Laeonas found so exotically enticing.

The wink, followed by the brush of his hand against Laeonas' thigh, had him burning. Had it been unprovoked, or had it been done by anyone else, it would've either been shrugged off, or it would've been unwelcome-- and the person in question would learn that the hard way. He was more comfortable getting his rear smacked, ironically enough. But this boy with an odd accent had him feeling completely different, reacting in a way he never had before. What he'd done almost felt... intimate.

All this resulted in the formerly pale human turning more red than some of the neon flashing in the background. His fingers were either curled around his glass on the one hand, or digging into the table on the other. At the comment about marriage again, Laeonas had to bring a hand to his mouth to hide his lips' fluttering in reaction. The idea of...
being with the man was appealing, but a marriage? It was a level of commitment he wasn't ready to dive into, even for someone so seemingly desirable.

"Darlin', if ya keep callin' me pretty, givin' me booze, and runnin' those fingers of yers up mae thigh," Laeonas began, before leaning in to whisper back, "Ai'll make sure ta make yer parents absolutely livid." He purred, before pulling back to his drink. "Course, Ai don't know what'd make yer parents more pissed; a random marriage, or... well, never gettin' married at all."

It was there that Senin chose to divert his focus from flirting to talk of their homeworlds. The older human was beginning to get buzzed, but he appreciated the dialogue that Senin had to provide. It demonstrated a level of education beyond the anecdotes and random, far away dates that Laeonas provided. The comment about his accent, and the addition of Senin's native language had him grinning again. "Ai could say somethin' about 'ow yer accent is absolutely wonderful, but ya'v already seen just what it does ta me~" He teased, finally returning a wink. It was his turn to be flirty.

Following Senin's gaze, he'd spot the dance floor, and give him a devilish grin before he'd even finished offering his hand. He took in the sight of the man's bare arms, surprisingly muscled and toned. He was not only well educated and easy on the eyes, he was fit. Standing, Laeonas' glanced over at one of the many servants moving through the club. "Ayy, take our coats will ya?" He requested, slipping out of his own coat to reveal a grey crop top beneath. Along his arms were various scars, some clearly decades old, others far more recent. The thin bit of exposed flesh in his midsection bore similar scarring.

Laeonas clearly hadn't planned on removing his jacket, as his demeanor shifted to become a bit more apprehensive. Still, he wasn't going to let an opportunity for some genuine fun go to waste. "Ai'd be 'appy ta share a dance." He replied, forcing a smile onto his face.

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Senin stared without any shame while Baeonnass removed his coat, revealing his crop top. If the young man already thought that the Brentalaan was gorgeous, now he considered that the other was perfect. The sight of Baeo's strong arms and toned body, barely hidden by the crop top, made the Acolyte full of desire. In the G'weneen opinion the scars on his arms, rather than being repulsive, gave the older man a special charm, showing that he was an experienced person and had been through many things. The Sith wanted to run his hands over the other man's arms, just to feel the scars. And maybe later, even taste them. Of all the partners that he had so far, Senin never met someone so interesting like Baeonnass.

By this point desire was apparent on the Acolyte's face, even Baeo would be able to notice that. "Mano, now I really want to do these things that you said that could make my parents livid." Senin said, winking playfully. But the way that he ran his tongue through his lips, showed his true intentions.

"Come with me." The Acolyte said after giving his jacket to a servant, then he picked Baeo's hand with his own. While he guided the older man to the dance floor, Senin used this opportunity to once more feel the roughness of the man's hand. When they arrived at the dance floor, the young man let go of the Brentaalan' hand and started to move his body to the beat of the music.

While he danced in front of Baeonnass, his body moving in a nearly sensual way, Senin had a smile that could only be described as lewd. The Acolyte was admiring the man before him while they danced, watching how Baeo's muscles would move and how his crop top would rise slightly during the dance.

Then the music changed to something more slow and some couples started to dance holding each other. Senin smiled at the older man, before he put his hands in Baeo's biceps and slid it until reaching the man's hands. Then the Acolyte guided the Brentaalan's hands to his hips, after that he embraced the other man's neck with his arms.

While the two danced, their bodies close to each other, Senin stood on tiptoe and approached Baeonnass' ear. "I don't regret having invited you. You are perfect, in my opinion even your scars make you gorgeous." he whispered in a sultry voice, his lips brushing against the older man ear. The Acolyte noticed how the Brentaalan seemed uncomfortable when he remove his coat, so he wanted to assure the other that he still thought he was very handsome. Then he moved his left hand through Baeo's bicep, brushing his fingers against some scars there "Elas te fazem ainda mais gostoso."

After the slow music ended, Senin would let go of Baeo, but their bodies would still be close. While they still danced, the Acolyte remembered something. "Mano, do you like spice? I know a place where we could find some good one. We could go there after we finish there, if you are interested." the young man only uses it casually, he wasn’t an addict. However, today he was in the mood to use a bit. "Eu acho que isso deixaria a noite mais interessante." he said with a wink and a lewd smile in his face.

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The look he was getting from the younger man was all to familiar, especially in places like this. Usually it came after several hours of drinking, dancing, or snorting spice. Only on occasion did the flushed cheeks, bright, bitten lips, and ever so slightly narrowed eyes appear on the face of one who wasn't higher than a ship exiting the atmosphere. Usually when he was only buzzed, he'd find it repugnant; reminded him to much of the way that handsy twi'lek looked at him when he was 15. Yet, Senin had managed to navigate his way through the many steps to not earn a force choke, but instead prompt the older human to start chewing on his lip~

He'd called him pretty-- not only that, gorgeous, beautiful. He hadn't hidden his desires behind innuendo or pickup lines meant to mask what he wanted; he'd been honest. Hell, he'd told Laeonas what he wanted, without even really telling him. The way he breathed out his words, winked, and than ran his tongue along his lips told the raven haired man all he needed to know. It was only a bonus that he'd offered him unlimited drinks, and a free chance to dance. All of it added together, how could the older man not approve?

Fingers curled around each other as they made their way down to the dance floor. Senin moved in a way that was familiar to Laeonas; the rotating hips, shifting upper torso, the perpendicular movements of his shoulders. All right up close and personal, with their bodies mere inches from one another. Laeonas arms, hands and fingers moved in a way that was almost alien to the G'weneese man. They changed angles with the beat, fingers curling and splaying, while his arms went above his head, or went as low as the man's rear. Fingers would trail over the fabric of his waist, or the bare skin of his arms-- but only for a few moments.

That was until the beat took a turn for the slow. Almost on cue, Senin's hands took his, and they soon found their way down to the redhead's waist. This was more than acceptable for the older man, and when arms were draped over his neck, he simply leaned into it. His chin would rest over Senin's shoulder, and those fingers of his would dig into the boy's waistline. They could hear everything, feel everything. The rising and falling in Senin's chest, the warmth of Laeonas' breath against Senin's neck.

All of these little factors were, in a sense, appetizers. They were giving each other a glimpse of what it would be like to be this close. Hints of how a night together would feel, providing an impression of the experience. A preview to a holofilm, to get the viewers to dive right in. Like this, with him, it was very hard for the man to say "no" to that idea.

And than the boy started talking again. Whispering those sweet nothings, telling him how perfect he was. Feeding Laeonas all the words he'd for so very long wanted to hear from another. Someone who he could press against, drink with, and just live. That it was such an appealing, flirty boy with tastes that so closely matched his was a gift from the force. Pulling his head back, he was about to shut him up, lips hovering centimeters from the other man's...

...and he brought up the scars.

Laeonas' eyes shot open, and they grew wider and wider as the seconds passed. Senin talked, first in that familiar, sultry voice of his that he'd come to enjoy. Only now did it no longer sound appealing, and instead send a feeling of disgust through him. Words blended together, he didn't even process what was in basic. Even the mention of spice didn't change him. He'd stopped in his tracks, mouth now hanging open awkwardly. Aquamarines looked at Senin, the gaze as uncomfortable as Laeonas felt. A hand went to slip up his crop top, brushing against a patch of boiled skin from a blaster shot that had been millimeters from puncturing a lung.

Laeonas should've kissed him. He should've yanked the man up by the hair, slip a hand beneath his belt. He should've only been pulling away to tell him to get a cab. He'd been mere seconds away from suggesting all of this, from giving in to the hunger burning in his gaze just moments ago.

Instead, his breaths were rattled, his eyes were wide. It felt like he'd been exposed before a crowd of people, gawking at everything beneath his neck in a mixture of amusement and disgust. He knew it didn't make any sense to feel this way, yet his buzzed mind had managed to abandon basic carnal desires for even more basic feelings of insecurity.

"Uh-uh umm uh, uhh..." he babbled, trying to stammer out a reply. Senin had mentioned spice, mentioned a drug that he rarely abused, but always enjoyed it when he did. It had a tendency to fill his mind with red. Inhibitions burned, common sense went up in flames, hot as the feeling beneath his skin.

Even though when he felt like this, he'd usually walk away, attempt to disengage, or just shut down completely, Laeonas was felt a twinge of what he'd felt mere moments earlier. The look on Senin's face was one of pure, uninhibited desire.

He'd have him.


"...good. Spice, yeah. Let's do it."

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Their dance was perfect. Senin never felt so good with a partner before. Every time he was with someone on occasions like this, they never talked or joked, spending most of the time making out. However, with Baeonnass he had a pleasurable conservation. They looked so alike and it only made the Acolyte want the older man even more, and it was obvious by the way that the Brentalaan was looking at him that he was also full of desire.

However, something changed after their dance. After he finished asking if the older man wanted to go have some spice, Senin noticed that Baeo's look of desire changed to something different. Was it confusion? No, it seemed to be something different, perhaps disgust. Maybe he didn’t like to use spice and felt offended when the young man offered it.

While Baeonnass seemed to be struggling to give an answer, the Acolyte was starting to feel nervous with the possibility that his offer could have offended the older man. However, after the Brentaalan agreed to go with him, Senin became confused. If not the offer to use spices, what could have caused this change? Was something that he said? He had only praised Baeo's body, saying that he was perfect, even with his scars.

Then he remembered how uncomfortable the older man was after removing his coat. Baeonnass seemed to be ashamed of his scars and with his praises, the Acolyte only wanted to assure Baeo that he still desired to be with him. After all, he understood what it was like to have it. But it seemed to have the opposite effect.

Usually if a person that he chose as one of his partners lost interest or became mad at him, Senin would ditch them and go after another one. A part of him was saying that he should do that with Baeonnass, leave the man that was obviously uncomfortable and go find someone more interesting. However, he remembered how good it was to talk with the older man. No other person he had ever met under these circumstances had been interested in his clothes and makeup, or even shared tips about that. They hadn't even said his accent was wonderful. The Acolyte felt that he needed to do something.

"Before we go, I want to show something to you in a private place. Would you go with me, mano?" Senin said, offering his hand to Baeonnass. He still desired the man before him, but now his voice sounded full of uncertainty. If Baeo accepted to go with him, the Acolyte would lace their fingers to appreciate the roughness of the Brentaalan's hand, perhaps for the last time. Then he would guide him to the bathroom, which was empty by now.

After arriving there, he would reluctantly let go of Baeo's hand. "I noticed that you seem to be mad with something that I said. I'm sorry if I offended you or made you uncomfortable." Senin was uncertain of how to continue, he never said to one of his partners that he was sorry. "Eu encontro o cara perfeito e estrago tudo com minha boca grande. Eu sou um idiota!" he said in Sil-Cale, a humorless laugh soon following it.

"I understand if you want to go away, but I wanted to show and tell you something that not even the Rav-my parents know." the Sith part of him screamed that what he was going to do was a bad idea, but he ignored that. He felt that he could trust Baeonnass with at least this part of his life. He removed his vest, revealing his swimmer-like upper body. "I'm adopted, my biological parents died when our house burned. I was able to escape and lived for some time in the streets before going to an orphanage. I was only eight years old." he decided to merge parts of his true life story with the one fabricated by the Ravelo. Not giving the whole truth seemed to make the things more easy to say. "During this period, I met a man, who offered to take care of me. I accepted his help, he gave me food and a warm place to sleep. I was so happy, I thought that I would have a family." he made a pause, thinking about how to say what was coming next.

"But the man wanted something in exchange for his kindness." this last word was said with irony "Aquele desgraçado, he did terrible things to me. Things that left scars." Senin started to remember what happened, his face contorted with hatred while a lone tear ran through his cheek. If his Master saw him now, he would probably say that he was weak "I escaped from him and ended up in the orphanage. When I was adopted, the Ravelo thought that these scars came from fights and paid for them to be removed, but I still know exactly where they were." he moved his hands through his upper body, pointing to the places where the scars once stayed across his chest and abs. "If you are close enough, you could still see the faint marks."

Still shirtless, Senin approached Baeonnass and put his hands in the cheeks of the older man, feeling his stubble and skin. "I'm sorry for making you mad. I only wanted to say that I think that you are perfect and gorgeous. I loved to spend the night with you. I was starting to think that we could even be friends. " he gave a weak smile to the man. "After all that, I'll understand if you want to go away."

Then he stood on tiptoe and kissed Baeonnass in the lips. Different from any of the kisses that he gave before, it was tender and chaste. However, there was still a bit of desire. "Thank you for the night, Gato." Senin winked, using for the first time the nickname that he thought suited the older man. Then he let go of him and started to put on his vest.

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Aquamarines were still wide, the look on the man's face uncomfortable as one could imagine. His brow was furrowed, pink lips remained slightly parted, and he was somehow squinting at the edges of his eyes while they remained wide. He was familiar with trauma, of anger and fear related to the people he was "interested" in. But this weight of supreme awkwardness was a completely different beast. He'd simply never been invested enough with a partner for anything serious to appear. At worst, he'd be turned down, or he or someone else would try something they didn't enjoy. This... this was a completely different animal.

And in spite of that, the memory of what he'd felt just a minute earlier still hung in his mind, a wanting that overshadowed any thoughts of leaving. It was just strong enough to get him to take the younger man's hand. Senin's touch produced conflicting feelings that nearly boiled to the surface, his grip shifting in strength as he fought the urge to pull away. Composure was Laeonas' main focus, trying to keep it as the two of them walked to a now empty bathroom. If his touch had produced a number of emotions, their arrival here magnified them.

Laeonas was no stranger to running off with a partner to a bathroom, and he doubted Senin was either. He really hoped that Senin wasn't tone deaf enough to try and make an advance after Laeonas' very visible discomfort, but he doubted it. He'd sensed a hint of nervousness from Senin as Laeonas had begun to panic, and that sultry confidence he'd come to enjoy hearing had slipped away, replaced by a layer of uncertainty. It was dissimilar from his, but it indicated that Senin was either having second thoughts, or he could tell that something had changed. He had to recognize that Laeonas was hesitating, and unless he was a fool-- which he didn't appear to be-- he wouldn't try to push Laeonas into something a bit more... physical.

Senin finally verbalized what was bothering the both of them, and Laeonas felt the tension dissipate a bit, calmed now that the issue was in the open. The younger man than spoke in his native language again, though it sounded different from how it had before. Much like his basic, the promiscuous intonations, breathy words, and sultry tune had all been dropped. Only the natural, musical flow of his words remained. It was refreshing, hearing the man speak frankly for the first time in the evening. Even before they'd started flirting, he'd put on a friendly face-- but not now. Only a dry, almost saddened laugh expressed anything approximating joy.

And than, the man admitted he wanted to confess something. He had to blink as he heard the words, a bit surprised at hearing them. He was more surprised at the man removing his vest. For a brief moment he thought Senin actually was trying to be physical, and Laeonas almost turned away in disgust. But the words that came out of his mouth weren't another pass at him, and Laeonas instead turned back to look. His eyes didn't really focus in on the man's torso as they usually would, instead taking notice of the boy's face. The expression he wore was somber, and the importance of what the boy was telling him became clear.

He didn't interrupt once through the entire explanation. An attentive gaze was fixed on Senin the entire time, never wavering. It was only when Senin pointed at the barely visible marks on his skin that Laeonas' expression finally shifted. Recognition colored his face, followed by surprise. He looked at the "flaws" in his figure, and yet... it changed absolutely nothing. He was still sexy, in every sense of the word. Everything about his figure was something that Laeonas wanted in his male partners, and even with the presence of his scars, it was only an aesthetic difference.

"...and that's 'ow 'e feels a'bout me." He thought, those aquamarines glimmering with comprehension. It hadn't mattered that Laeonas was cripplingly embarassed of the results of the injuries he'd suffered. To Senin, he wasn't just as desirable without them; he was more desirable. He'd fed into Laeonas' ego so much already, and he not only disregarded Laeonas' largest insecurity, he viewed it's source as attractive in it's own right. Here was a stranger who shared so many of his tastes, thought he was beautiful, and looked past his worst physical flaws.

Maybe marriage wasn't such a bad idea after all.

When Senin kissed him, he'd allow him to pull away. He'd have just finished his words, and his wink, and he'd have just started putting on his vest again. That was when the boy would here the older man say, "Ayy," and before he could do any more than look up, Laeonas was leaning in to kiss him again. It was quick, it was pulled back from almost immediately, but that hunger was back. Diminished, undoubtedly, but present once more.

The older man stood there, rubbing his unsleeved forearm, not really looking at Senin as he smirked a bit. "What, did ya think Ai wasn't gonna throw back a kiss yer way? Ya gave me one, Ai owed one back." He replied, addressing any questions Senin might have about why he'd kissed back. "And there ain't no way Ai'm turnin' ya down now. Ya promised me spice, and now yer offerin' ta be mae friend. D'ya know 'ow 'ard it is ta meet someone who knows a lick about clothin' that isn't a snobby, rich piece of shite?" He asked, finally making eye contact again. There was a playfulness in his look, the unease banished for the most part.

"Yer also damn fine ta look at... and if th'at was anythin' ta go by, yer a fantastic kisser as well." He said, giving him a wink of his own in response. He'd turn, nodding over at the bathroom entrance. "Let's get out'f 'ere. Ya promised me spice, and ya better deliver." He went on. He was about to start walking, but he'd stop himself in his tracks. Turning around, he'd lean forward, and whisper in the man's ear.


"...Ai've never been with anyone while sober either, and Ai don't plan ta start now~"

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Senin was surprised with Baeonnass' reaction. When the older man called him, the Acolyte thought that he was going to say that he was creeped out by his story and that was going away. Or worse, was going to say how he felt sorry for the G'weneen. However, he didn't expect the man to kiss him back.

Their second kiss was brief, but good. Before Senin could ask why he did it, Baeonass explained his reasons. This made the young man give a sincere smile to the Brentaalan, which grew when Baeo said that he wasn't going away. "Oh I know very well. Most of the people that I know interested in clothes are a bunch of spoiled brats. Todos filhinhos de papai irritantes." he said laughing.

Senin's face became red after hearing Baeonnass say that he was a fantastic kisser. Never one of his partners said anything like that, probably because most of the time they would be making out furiously. Even the few compliments that the young man used to receive during these moments were lustful, never sincere like how the older man said. "You are also fantastic, Gato." after saying that, the Acolyte became nervous again "Is it fine for you if I use this nickname? Normally in G'wenee this word is the equivalent of cat in Sil-Cale, but it also means handsome and gorgeous." he explained the meaning of the word. Baeonnass wasn't only beautiful, but the way that he moved and the colors of his eyes reminded the Acolyte of this animal. "I'll stop using it if you don’t like it."

"Of course, I would not let you down.Promessa é dívida!" Senin said to the older man. The Acolyte offered him spice and he was going to give it to the Brentaalan. He finished putting his vest and was going to leave the bathroom with Baeonnass when the man whispered in his ear. It was the second time that he did it today. Usually the G'weneen would be the one doing it with his partners, but he was really liking this inversion. Having Baeo's voice so close to his ear was very nice.

"Before going there, we need to pick up our coats." he said, walking out of the bathroom. Senin would not let his jacket there, after all it was really expensive. He can be rich now, but he still knows how important it is to take care of his possessions. The two would return to the VIP area, where they would retrieve their coats of the servant. After that they would walk outside the nightclub, where there was still a long line of people waiting to enter. "Mano, to get there we will need a taxi. Come, I know that there are some down the street." he said, offering his hand to Baeonnass. He really liked how the older man's rough hand felt against his own. If the Brentaalan accepted it, he would lace their fingers.

While they walked to the taxi spot, the two passed near a group of four people. One was a human and the other three were Weequay. Senin noticed the malicious look in their eyes and he knew exactly what it was, the look of a predator that found their prey. When he lived in the streets he saw this look many times in the face of people that were preparing for a robbery. He probably had that look a few times too. The Acolyte quickened his step and if he was holding Baeo's hand, he would strength his grip a little, wanting to show his distress to the older man. As expected, the young man could hear the others following them.

Before they could reach the end of the street, two of the Weequay would run in front of them, blocking their path. "Well, isn't it a cute couple?" someone said behind them. Senin turned and saw the human talking, he seemed to be the leader. "We want all your credits or we are going to give you two some cuts." he said pulling a knife, the Weequay did the same and the others behind them probably did the same.

"Although I think that we could take the blue haired one with us. We could have some fun together." he said and started laughing, together with his cronies. This made Senin's face become red with anger. He could easily bring this group down even without using the Force, but he didn’t know how Baeonnass would fare in a fight. However, he suspected that the older man would probably know some tricks. The Acolyte was nearly sure that they would be fine.

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Senin's reply to just about everything Laeonas had said was... pleasant. They seemed to have had similar experiences with most other fashion nuts they'd met. The tone of his speech in his language was amused, and the man couldn't help but smile with him. It didn't do much for the man from Brentaal. His feelings of wanting, both for spice and the boy, were only added to by the warmth of him being glad for the man. He felt like he should've been experiencing something else... but he wasn't.

Before the two bothered to leave the bathroom, Senin took the opportunity to compliment him again-- which was welcomed, ofcourse. Listening to him explain the nickname Senin had given him, the older man let out a chuckle, shrugging. He couldn't care less as to what name the man called him, but he still quipped, "It's more creative than daddy, Ai'll give ya th'at." That was about as much thought as he put into the naming question.

Senin brought up their coats, and it was only than that the memory of his coat slipped back into his mind. It was a much needed reminder, with the buzz caused by all the booze he'd drank casting shadows over his mind. "Those are important, yeah." He said in a joking tone. Following behind Senin as they went through the club, the other patrons that brushed past the taller, black haired man wouldn't get a reaction from him. He'd lost all interest in the club, be it the music, the dancing, the people in it, or the drinks. All his attention was on the red haired boy.

Taking their coats, they'd head out. Senin would mention that they'd need a cab, and Laeonas stopped. "...make sure it's got a person drivin', a'right?" He said, the words sounding more like a command, but the tone matching a request. "And make sure it's not a karkin' zoober either." He continued, taking the younger man's hand with his own.

The two men would walk together for a few minutes, encountering no interruptions. "Y'know, Ai expected th'at, maybe Ai'd just 'ave a good taime on this world. Drink some more drinks, gamble away a few thousand creds, snort spice off a hooker's arse, tha whoke naine meters." he went on, chuckling a bit. "Ai didn't expect th'at stoppin' by ta retrofit mae ship would end in me meetin' an interestin', hot as all hell boy with some of tha best taste th'at Ai've ever met." He went on, flattering the man in all the ways that mattered to people like them.

He was about to say something else, leaning in to whisper in the boy's ear when he noticed that Senin was paying attention to someone. Turning, he quickly realized that it wasn't one person in particular, but several. They looked like rough characters-- his kind of people. Laeonas picked up on them taking interest and starting to follow them, but he played the role of an oblivious, makeup covered man taking his lover to find a cab. When the two weequay threw themselves in front of the both of them, Laeonas gripped Senin's hand tight, indicating for them to stop.

Laeonas looked around him, seemingly unimpressed. Their stances weren't amateur, but their knives were simple, and the way the weequays held them, it was clear that they didn't have much experience-- or at least that they weren't used to a challenge. The exception was the human-- older, taller, and bulkier than the both of them, his knife was held in a reverse grip. The other three he could probably take down with relative ease, but this one would be a challenge. Immediately, he decided that he'd go down last.

But that wasn't Laeonas' first decision. As he analyzed their positioning for the fight that was about to break out, he'd listen to their words as well. He was familiar with men like this; he was one. Robbing and extorting people had been his entire MO for most of his late teems. He was already developing a pitch in his mind, one that could usually get men like this to appreciate his position as an equal, and not a helpless victim. At the very least, it usually caused some hesitation-- the kind that gave him an opportunity to break bones.

He was about to open up... until he heard that last line from the leader. The following chuckles from the other men caused the hint of a grin that would've spread onto his face once he started talking to die in it's cradle. His lips curled down, and his brow furrowed. Most men would've been even a little terrified-- some would've gotten down on their knees and begged for their lovers to not be harmed. But Senin wasn't his lover, and Laeonas wasn't afraid. These weren't his type at all-- he had limits about what he would do. These men were scum, the lowest of the low, even by his own homeworld's standards.

He was going to make this hurt.

Still, his face muscles managed to relax as he stood there, hands slowly raising up. "Ya finished?" He questioned, turning his head back behind him to the right, giving their leader a look. The man snorted, cocking his head. "Yeah, and I think you've got the idea. Start emptying your pockets, or we'll turn that pretty face of yours into a cutting board." The man threatened, giving him a toothy grin that revealed a mouth full of rotting teeth, or gold fillings. The laughter from the weequays surrounding them caused the man's hearing to fade a bit, a ringing picking up.

"Ai've... got a counter offer..." He began, gritting his teeth as he stood there. "Ai think tha lot of ya are gonna drop yer weapons, and yer gonna give me yer credits, and than Ai'll decide if Ai'm gonna spend tha next four hours feedin' each one of ya yer own sets of balls." He replied, in a voice that was uncharacteristically calm for such a threat. The laughter died as the men stared at him.

None were amused. None were intimidated. But the twi'lek in front of him was pissed off. An angry, untrained, skinny brute, grip quivering with rage. He'd just made the fight even easier for himself.

As the human was about to give another order, Laeonas made his move. Throwing himself forward, his fist collided with leathery flesh. He could hear the audible cracking of bone as his knuckles made contact. The weequay in front of him was sent stumbling back, moaning in agony as he fell to the ground, knife clattering away. For a few moments the rest of the gang stood helpess-- and than they charged at the two men.

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Senin watched Baeonnass' reaction to the situation with the corner of his eyes. At first the older man seemed to be calm, in reality the Acolyte would risk saying that the Brentalaan looked like he was even interested in them.

However, the older man's calm reaction changed after the leader of the criminals said what they could do with the G'weneen. Senin felt through the Force that Baeo was starting to become irritated. The Acolyte had met this type of people before, during the time that he lived in the streets of Lay Pa-Sidian. They were the ones who weren't only interested in stealing from their victims, but also enjoyed harassing them. He always kept his distance from that type, as they reminded him of that sadistic man that gave him scars.

The bulkier human, who seemed to be the leader of the group, was starting to make the young man more furious. The guy reminded him of the worst and more repulsive people that he met during his poor childhood. Senin was prepared to give a snarky comment, but stopped when Baeonnass spoke. He sounded calm, but the Acolyte could feel his anger through the Force. In normal conditions, the last line that the older man said would have made the G’weneen laugh, but now he only smirked.

His smirk grew when he saw Baeonnass punch one of the criminals in the face. The sound of bones being cracked was like music for the Acolyte's ears, with his Sith part taking pleasure in how the Weequay was groaning in pain on the floor. He could stay there watching the suffering of the criminal, but when the other members of the gang started to charge toward him and Baeo the young man prepared for the fight.

One of the Weequay approached, trying to stab him with his knife. Senin evaded being hit by moving his body out of the way, he used this movement to get behind the criminal and to deliver a kick with his heel in the back of the thief’s head. The combination of his strength and the heavy heel of his boot made the Weequay lose his balance and fall flat on his face. During his fall the criminal let go of his knife, which clattered away on the floor.

Watching his friend groaning on the floor, the other Weequay started to approach Senin more cautiously. The Acolyte took advantage of this opportunity to use a fighting technique originally from his homeworld, the ginga. He started to rock back and forth, movements that were similar to a rhythmic dance step. “Are you going to dance?” the criminal said, looking confused by these weird movements. The young man only smirked, this annoyed the Weequay that then moved to stab the G’weneen.

Using the movements of his body, Senin avoided being hit. Then he moved to behind the Weequay and repeated the kick that put the other down. The criminal joined his friend on the floor. “This isn’t dance. It’s kapu’era.” the Acolyte said, smirking. Then he used a tissue to pick the knives of the two Weequay. Then he turned in time to see the leader of the gang moving against Baeonnass.

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