Open Social Ain't No Party Like a Sith Party

[Aadya Rasheer]

Don't worry, I know just what to do with bad boys, she said as Altair intertwined their fingers. Aadya pressed her body even closer to Altair's, if that were even possible, so they were moving almost as if they were the same person.

Before she could continue, Altair twirled her around so they were facing each other. She stared into his eyes, a devlish grin splitting the corners of her lips. Stepping up onto her toes, Aadya put her lips right next to Altair's ear, her next words coming out in a warm, breathy whipser.

Bad boys get punished.

Pulling away from his ear, Aadya would move to press her lips onto Altair's, her tongue finding its way into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his waist as she dug her nails into the small of his back.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri kept her eyes on Malou the entire time, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she tugged the Champion along and towards the dancefloor. The half-Sephi only glanced over to Veles for a split second when Ashla came up out of nowhere and proceeded to drag the Sith Lord off, only to quickly refocus onto the Miralukan.

She had sought Malou out for a dance, and that is exactly what she was going to do. The half-Sephi wanted to let loose and groove her body to the music and actually enjoy herself, and made a concerted effort to put the thought of Altair grinding against Aadya to the back of her mind for the time being. It wasn’t really working, but she tried.

“Come on,” Vahliri said, flashing the Miralukan a mischievous, playful grin as they worked their way onto the dancefloor. She watched as Malou’s hands rose above her head and she began to move to the music, and the half-Sephi used the opportunity to close a bit of the distance between them - opting to dance right against the Miralukan.

She could feel the music bumping through her feet and echoing in her ears, and Vahliri was quick to allow her body to move. Her torso and hips began to sway and gyrate with practiced, fluid motions - rolling forward and snapping to the beat. Her shoulders rolled, and the half-Sephi brought her own hands up above her head - starting to twist and sway in the air in sync with the rest of her body. Each snap and flick of her hands sent the thin, diamond bracelets to slide up and down her forearms - clinking together as the metal made contact.

Without warning, Vahliri leaned her weight onto her heel and spun one-hundred-and-eighty degrees - turning so that her back was facing Malou. The half-Sephi’s black hair whipped around with the rapid movement, thick waves splashing against her torso and cascading wildly across her shoulders and front. With her back to Malou, Vahliri leaned back her torso and began to roll her upper body - starting a ripple that began at her chest and rolled down to her hips, rising and falling with rapid percussion lifts and drops. Her hands lingered in the air for a few moments more before reaching out to grasp Malou’s own. It was abundantly clear that Vahliri was entirely in her element on the dancefloor, confident and bold with each move.

For several seconds, Vahliri continued to dance against Malou - her body swaying and rolling languidly to the beat, before finally spinning back around to face the Miralukan - greeting her with that same mischievous, playful smirk.

Of course, being turned back around meant that Vahliri was able to glance over Malou’s shoulder and had a front-row view of Altair and Aadya dancing across the floor. She clearly saw the way the Firrerreo pressed herself against the Tiefling, and the way Altair’s own hands found a place at her lower back and hips. It was a sight that sent a familiar sensation of jealousy through her body.

Those pangs of jealousy quickly turned to anger as she caught sight of Aadya mockingly blowing her a kiss, while her sensitive hearing picked up on every teasing word spoken by the Firrerrreo. Even if Malou didn’t see the expression on Vahliri’s face, the Miraluka would no doubt feel the way the half-Sephi’s body tensed significantly. Every fiber of the half-Sephi’s being screamed to march over and deck the Firrrerreo right in the nose - just to wipe the smug, satisfied smirk off her lips. She felt the urge to simply reach out with the Force and knock the woman off her feet or go for the nice looking heels that she was wearing. For several seconds, Vahliri simply stared at the two of them - her body lighting swaying and moving close to Malou.

After a few moments, Vahliri finally glanced back towards Malou - that smirk returning to her lips, albeit somewhat deflated. She lifted the Miraluka’s hand above her head, spinning Malou on the balls of her feet before finally taking a step back. “You better go save Lord Veles from chaperon duty,” She said with a clear hint of amusement, lingering in place for a moment before finally breaking contact with Malou - turning to make her way in Aadya and Altair’s direction.

There was a clear sense of purpose in the way that Vahliri moved, sauntering her way across the dancefloor and weaving between other people who packed onto the dancefloor. Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, or perhaps it was the gestures from Aadya - but the half-Sephi had a goal in mind and nothing was going to dissuade her from it - regardless of whether it put her at odds with the Firrerreo.

She wasn’t going to wait, and she certainly wasn’t tolerating any kind of mockery.

Vahliri cut a path right for Aadya and Altair - honeyed gaze fixated onto the pair the entire time. Her eyes widened when Aadya suddenly leaned in and went for a kiss, her fluted ears immediately flattening entirely to her skull. Without much warning, Vahliri reached out with the Force - coiling her grasp around the Firrerreo’s fingers that dug into the Tiefling’s lower back - loosening her grip on the man. Given that the Firrerreo was somewhat preoccupied, it was unlikely that she would be able to resist the manuever before the half-Sephi swooped in.

Just as Aadya closed in on the kiss, Vahliri reached out and grasped Altair by the bicep - tugging the Tiefling away from the Firrerreo while her grip was loosened and towards the half-Sephi. Her positioned herself against Altair’s side, her hand slid down the length of Altair’s arm until she found his wrist, guiding it towards her hip. “Hope you don’t mind if I cut in.” She said, tilting her head up ever-so-slightly to gaze up at Altair. She bit down against her bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth before releasing. “Thought I’d cash in on the dance a bit early.”

She glanced towards Aadya, her lips tugging upwards ever-so-slightly to give the Firrerreo a smile before turning back to Altair - carefully watching the Tiefling’s expression and his reaction to his maneuver.

@Sreeya @Logan [/justify]

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla was observing the trades going on near the bar, wondering if she wanted to try anything, but deciding to stick to drinks for now. Getting a glass of something, she turned around to observe the dancers, wondering yet again how she had managed to mess up something a simple as an invite.

It was the sight of Vahliri and Malou dancing, and Vahl in particular really cutting loose that pulled her attention from her own failings to the here and now. She had never seen her move like that, and was intrigued by seeing this side of her friend. She noticed a figure besides her and realized that they too were transfixed by the sight of the elven-eared girl's dancing. Ashla turned and stared at the Pantoran, wondering why she seemed familiar, and assumed the intensity with which she stared at Vahl was maybe just curiosity. When she noticed Ashla looking at her she quickly took her eyes off Vahl, trying to play it off casually.

"It's alright," she said, trying to put the Pantoran at ease, "I understand. It's the hair, the flick thing she does. Sucks you right in." A weird grimace was all the reaction she got, and the Pantoran turned around and left in a huff, leaving a very confused Ashla wondering if the girl maybe had a crush on Vahliri or something. Maybe she had been a little inconsiderate with her joke.

But she wasn't bothered enough to pursue the Pantoran and figure things out, so she returned her attention to her drink and to her dancing friends, only to notice Vahl starting daggers at Altair and Aadya. She didn't really spot the almost kiss, or Vahliri using the Force on Aadya, but she did see her make a beeline for the dancing couple.

"Oh boy." She downed the rest of her drink, and began making her way towards the trio, fully expecting shit to hit the fan. As she pushed and shoved her way through the dancers, making slow progress towards the ticking bomb that was Vahliri, she kept her eyes peeled for Cairo. If things went south she'd need his help to calm things down, or in the worst case, break up a fight. "Where are you," she muttered, eyes scanning the crowd, "you spider loving weirdo."

@Altaris @Sreeya @Logan @Fine Dining Set

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis watched the man she was trying to sell drugs to puff on some spice before proclaiming that he was selling. A vial of purple liquid was produced. Looking at the drink she had slid over to the man and then back to his pale and bruised face. She wondered if this was what the guy was strung out on. She thought about taking the drink back but decided to leave it there. One shot was enough to start any party off, two shots and she'd be upper city girl wasted.

"Sure." She responded, handing over some credits and taking the vial. She stuffed it into her pocket and left her hand there holding onto the vial. She wasn't sure about this Wildfire shit and wasn't keen on trying something new at a party. She would however take a look at it later.

"Stronger than a blunt? Hell yeah. You want some Crude?" She replied to the boy who came asking (@Tom ). Letting the vial of spice drop from her hand, she plucked a small white pill out of her pocket, holding it up for the boy to see. It sparkled in the flashing lights of the club. A popular party drug on Coruscant, that happened to be easy as hell to make if you had the right knowledge and a functioning synth lab. She told him her price, intentionally undercutting 80's dude's wildfire price. It would hurt her profits a little but the stuff was basically all profit anyways.

It was just about then that Ailis stomach warmed with liquor and the crude kicked in. Popular in the cutthroat levels of lower cities, it got you what you wanted. Her anxiety vanished and her eyes took on a sharp gleam as the euphoria hit. Her last doubting thought, she wondered if the confidence the Sith felt and displayed felt anything like crude.

"Another shot for my new friend here" Ailis bought and handed the shot over to the boy who was smoking a joint with the other dealer at the bar as she asked him "Can i get a hit of that?" She looked him up and down before squinting in the light at his earings before craking a smile. "Nice earrings, wanna dance?" She asked as the impulse came. @Mr. Teatime

@vamp

 

[Anai Skhess]

As the party raged around her, Anai decided to simply lean on the bar counter and grab more glasses while the bartender was occupied, opening the bottle she had stolen before and pouring drink after drink for the people that she knew. Turning around after she was done, Anai heard another familiar voice, turning her head toward Alexios and waving at him as he approached. "I...wouldn't call myself that, this is only the second party I've attended so far, I want to get used to them though, so I may turn into one."

She still needed a bit of work with that, though, as people left the scene to dance and others came, she suddenly found herself surrounded by people she didn't know except Alexios...And she had poured a lot of drinks that now she didn't know what to do with "I've been doing well, not long after our assignment I visited a planet called Rakata Prime with a champion...It was fun" she explained, still eyeing at the drinks she had poured before grabbing one for herself and then offering another one to Alexios "Want a drink? It's a..." The Kaleesh acolyte squinted her eyes after reading the name of the bottle "...Bantha Blaster, apparently, what a name." Should have probably read the label of the bottle before stealing it, but well, what's done is done.

Anai took a big sip from her drink, which tasted about as good as one would expect from something called a Bantha Blaster, eyeing at the sith lord and the people that was with him as they started talking about spice and other things she didn't really know about. She did notice now that Sol was among them, so she waved at the silent boy before joining the group alongside Alexios, using the force the move the other drinks in front of Sol, Veles and Ailis, just silently staring at the strange substances each of them were offering with curiosity in her eyes.

@Tom @Mr. Teatime @Arcangel @vamp

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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The Kaleesh's confession about her lack of party experience caused the boy's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise, hardly believing what he'd just heard. "Two parties?" He repeated, taking a long sip of his tea as he processed the information. "...well, at least this isn't your first." He muttered, trying his best to tease as he struggled to imagine his own life if he'd only ever gone to two parties. What did she even do for fun anyways?

He didn't recognize the name of the planet she was talking about, but he'd smile when he heard that she'd enjoyed herself. "Running around on exotic, irrelevant backwaters; that's what she does for fun." He'd think to himself. He had to admit, it did sound appealing. Less so was the drink the Kaleesh offered him. He'd viscerally cringe as she told him the name, but he'd nod along regardless when the shot glass was offered to him. "...bottoms up, I guess?" He replied, before downing the contents of the glass. He visibly gagged on the absolutely awful taste, a terrible fruit flavor mixed in to the subpar booze.

"That was awful." he declared, but rather than get annoyed, he burst out giggling as he looked up at the Kaleesh. "I never judge a bottle by it's label, but geeze. Bantha blast?" He'd add, grabbing his tea and taking a long swig to try and wash out the terrible flavor.

After he'd found his way over to to the girl and her pale skinned business rival, he found himself eyeing her up, as well as her product. He glanced at what the older, taller man next to him was offering as well. Out of habit, he began to chew on his lower lip, genuinely torn over which of the illlicit substances he'd spend his money on. He'd seen crude at a number of parties he'd been to, and seen the effects it had had on any who tried it. On the other hand, the drug the other dealer was offering was entirely alien to him, which left him with a mixture of uncertainty-- and excitement.

"I'm feeling adventurous... but not to adventurous." he finally answered, adding, "And I know a good bargain when I see one." Tossing the credits he owed her and snatching the pill from her fingers. His eyes lingered on the girl for a moment before downing the pill, taking a final swig of his tea before setting it down. It'd obviously take a few minutes before he started to feel the drug's effects, but he was already feeling a boost towards his confidence.

He glanced over at the boy he'd seen earlier, but it turned out he wasn't the only one who'd taken interest in him, as the girl he'd just bought from offered him a quick compliment and a dance. The boy didn't dwell on it though-- he wasn't going to get jealous over a couple of pretty strangers. So instead, he turned his attention back to Anai, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up at her. "Did you hit the floor at the last party?" He'd tease, glancing over at the dance floor and giving the other acolyte a knowing look.

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@Versok @Arcangel @Mr. Teatime

 

[Cairo Kisufi]

The Spider-Loving Weirdo was getting his grind on, thank you very much. Cairo’s eyes flickered, briefly, to the other sources of his attention. He looked at Malou, her eyes focused on Vahliri. They looked so damn good tonight. His eyes shot next to Altair, whose tongue was focused on Adaya. Brooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Was he about to make-out on the dance floor?

Go ahead then, bro! Good for you. Cairo refocused on his dance partner - smiling as he drew her in close to him. "Yeah," he said, into her ear, as his smile grew upon his soft lips. "Like the city. With the pyramids." His hands slid along the edges of her outfit as they puller tighter towards each other. They moved as one, called together by a higher power in the music that enveloped them. As their hips drew closer towards one another, Cairo raised a hand, to brush a hair of hers away from her ear. He leaned in to

They were practically pushed into each other, with all the crowd. Cairo didn't mind. They were wrapped in each other, the rolling lights of the club only periodically shining on them. The boom of the speakers seemed to dull as they got closer, the din of the dance floor practically nonexistent as Cairo and Trace swept . Sweat began to drip from him, rolling down his tattooed arms as they touched her waist. The room felt hotter.

He spun her, gently guiding her waist around him so they could face once more. Cairo was taller than her, so much so that he had to lean down to speak to her directly. He ran his right hand up her back, settling on her neck as his eyes glanced at her lips. "You want a drink?" He flashed a baggie of spice. "Or, anything else?" Either way, he wasn't anxious to leave the dance floor. He danced with her there, close, with their necks naturally nuzzled beside each other.

He spotted Ashla out of the corner of his eyes, noting Vahliri's warpath towards Altair. He was in for it. Cairo would have to resume his regular wingman duties, it seemed. He sighed, as he sensed what was about to happen. "My bad. I'll be right back." He whispered into her ears, his breath hot and his voice soft. "Save a dance for me, Trace?" He brushed his fingers under her chin before he spun back to the crowd.

Cairo slid back through the crowd towards his Aco-Crew as Vahliri prepared to dump them in another pot of drama. Cairo plastered a grin on his face, nimbly moving to Altair's flank. "Hey guys, actually, you mind if I cut in. Vahliri, you look super hot by the way." He swung his arm around Altair. "Me and my guy need to talk business anyways."

Cairo offered Altair a temporary out as he flashed his grin. 'Business,' of course, was code for doing spice in the bathroom for 5-10 minutes while they chilled. He wouldn't pull his friend away forcefully, but it was an open offer.

@Phoenix @Sreeya @Altaris @Wit @lizziie

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat emptied the wine glass, feeling the alcohol already hitting the lightweight she was when it came to drinking. Draugr seemed to agree on the observation of the party and she was beginning to think this was one with a bit less formality to the other socials she had attended. Her eyes scanned the cliques and couples as Draugr extended his hand to invite her to dance with him. His smile did not bring one in return immediately as she quickly debated the pros and cons of going out there as he suggested it would be fun.

The music was not necessarily what she enjoyed dancing to, but she handed her glass to some small acolyte passing by too closely and took the Zabrak's hand. It had been ages since she felt she was able to properly enjoy herself in music, the last taking to the folksy music of Gus's Haunted Forest festival, but it was short-lived as there was more interference with her state-of-mind at the time.

She took ahead of Draugr, more leading him as she effortless navigated through others to get to the dancefloor. Even in heels and a contoured dress, her movements were fluid and graceful, years away from the ballet stage had not decayed her talent. One hand moved up along her side until it hit her fiery locks, brushing them back over her shoulder as she moved closer to Draugr; her other hand rested on his hip to pull him close to herself, a gentle sway on the downbeats to test the Sith Lord's own ability to follow.

@Scoobert

 

[Trace]

Trace was having a great time. The heat of the dance floor, the sounds of the music, the feeling of his hands against her hips as they danced. He spun her and her hand came to rest against his chest as they were pushed once more into each other. It ran momnetarily along his bare skin and it occurred to her just how in shape he really was, feeling the muscles under her hands. She couldn't stop the smile on her lips as felt the crowd push in on them, he chest now pressed up against his.

He offered her a drink and then something else. She could sense the flow of the air and the telltale crinkle of a small baggie. The impression of chemicals and powder appeared in her mind and she knew what it was. Her head tilted to the side. She had never actually done spice before, but she knew plenty of other Acolytes did it. If there was ever a time...

How can I say "no"? she asked, a coy smile. And then it all went downhill... She could feel the change in his body and posture. She could feel the subtle flow of disappointment or frustration, and she could feel his breath against her ear. And then he was gone.

A corner of her lip twisted up a bit in frustration but she didn't have to turn to look where he was going. She could sense it. Feel the impression of everyone else as he pushed through the crowd, and she let out a sigh.

She turned and started heading toward the bar, attention still on Cairo and whoever he had just grabbed that wasn't her. She had just thought she'd cleared the thick of the crowd when she bumped straight into Ashla. Her mind raced quickly through the events leading up to this when she realized that this was the Champion who had thrown this party.

Oh, excuse me... wait, you're Champion Ti! I have to say, this was quite the plan you had to invite everyone to a single party. I don't think anyone's done that before outside of the Council and up! she said, deciding that it was of course intentional that Ashla had invited literally everyone.

@Wit @Fine Dining Set

 

[Altair Din]

A jolt ran down his spine as Aadya leaned in to whisper against his ear. He was sure she could hear his thundering heart at this point. Adrenaline coursed through him, and he gazed down at the stunning woman before him. Their eyes met as she leaned in close, and he couldn’t believe what was happening. Altair tilted his head, closing his eyes as their lips just barely began to brush. His own grip tightened on her, fingertips digging into her hips to betray his desire for her. Before it could go any further, he felt her abruptly pull away and someone tug at his arm. Altair looked over in shock as he spotted Vahliri, finding his hand suddenly against her hip, dangerously close to her ass.

“Huhwha....” Altair managed less than intelligently as he stared at Vahliri, blinking in confusion. He was exceptionally blitzed and hardly processing what was happening. His brain was running a few seconds behind, still thinking he was about to tongue wrestle with Aadya. And now he found himself staring down Vahliri’s dress while he attempted to collect his thoughts. She said something about cutting in on a dance, but all he could see was lip biting, boobies and then smokin’ hot Aadya standing across from him. His head was completely mush and somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming about the possibility of scoring both women at the same time.

“Y’all are gonna kill me,” He blurted out again what he believed was a thought inside his head but came out like word vomit. Altair stared like an idiot until Cairo emerged like the Champion of Andraste herself, practically yoinking him away. The tiefling blinked a few times and silently shuffled away with his buddy, making a beeline right for the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, they slammed the door shut and Altair grasped onto his horns in shock, “Bro what the fuck!” He practically screeched, “I can’t even get one girl to look at me and now two bad chicks wanna jump my dick!!” Altair shook his head, walking over to turn on the sink. He splashed some water on his face, shaking it out before he turned to Cairo.

“Fuck it man, let’s roll this,” He said with a grin, taking out the wildfire.

@Fine Dining Set @Logan @Altaris

 

[Ashla Ti]

Thankfully Cairo did ultimately show himself, it seemed like he and Altair had some sort of telepathic link, and manages to diffuse the situation before things got out of hand. As he pulled Altair away, Ashla was considering separating Aadya and Vahliri as well, maybe pull one of them away, when she felt someone bump into her.

She whipped around but didn't immediately spot anyone, and was beginning to think it might just have been someone dancing too close to her when a voice spoke up and she had to look down to see the Miralukkan girl. With as tightly packed as everyone was, and her being so small, Ashla had simply looked past over her head and not noticed the slight empty space where she had been.

"Oh," she replied, almost admitting to the truth before stopping herself, "well, you know, someone's got to be the first. We're trailblazers, right?" Yeah, that was a good reply, seemly mostly confident and composed. Though with how many drinks she had in her she had no idea if that was how it appeared. But still, it had been better than admitting the truth, a Sith's reputation carried just as much power as anything else, so can't be letting silly things like the truth be getting out now that she was a Champion.

"Take us for example, I haven't seen you around before," she continued, while keeping Vahliri and Aadya in her peripheral vision, "and what are the odds we would have become acquainted if not for this party?" She smiled, drunk enough that it was genuine, not that she was unlikely to do that when sober. "So, who are you?" The bluntness, though, was also something that existed across the realms of sobriety and intoxication.

@Phoenix

 

[Trace]

Trace's cheeks burned slightly red with embarrassment, and she was glad it was too dark to easily see that. Probably... she assumed it was dark. People told her that clubs were usually dark, right?

Oh, uh, right. Sorry, ma'am. Acolyte Tracela Neyir, but most people call me Trace, she said. Her habit for respecting chain of command bled through even in this setting where most people were quite drunk including - she suspected - the Champion in front of her.

She couldn't help but notice the passing perception that Champion Ti was distracted. Her attention drawn to somewhere else... in fact, it was the same spot where Cairo had run off to! What the stang was so much more interesting over there than she was?!

Ma'am is there a problem? Do you need help with something? she asked. It was one of the things she had learned in the academies: if you wanted to ask a question you really shouldn't be snooping into, offering help usually meant that you could get away with pressing topics you really weren't supposed to.

@Wit

 

[Veles]

Emboldened by his successful exercise of entrepreneurial ambitions, Veles grabbed the glass and knocked it back with one hand as the other, holding the cigarra, grabbed the credits off the table and stashed them into his pocket. Xendor the Hutt had been hesitant to do business with the Empire, and Veles had been hesitant to do business with the Hutt, but goddamn had it worked out. He had never even considered making Wildfire until the slug had brought it up, and he'd made so much in recent weeks that selling the excess would probably make him richer than fuckin' House Wessex.

"Please doing business with you, my lady," he excused himself with the politeness of someone who wasn't more hammered than a Wookie on Life Day. Veles took the other shot and left the empty glass on the counter, turning away from the bar and scanning the crowd. The Acolyte he'd been pit with seemed to be doing just fine for himself standing by the bar and more people kept coming up, so he wouldn't have much difficulty finding someone more well-suited to his needs.

As he took a few shaky steps away from the magical fountain of infinite fun-juice, Veles was no longer a Sith Lord. He was back on Coruscant, once again that weird ass 18 year old from Dathomir who sold spice out of his beat-up, rickety '38 speeder that sometimes just stopped working and sent him careening toward the lower levels until the repulsors kicked in again. The state of inebriety brought him back to the golden days, before he killed anyone and before the Sith were even really a thing.

Exhaling and inhaling deeply as his lungs absorbed the humid, smoke-filled air around him, Veles found himself at last in front of the door to the bathroom, which he had begun to push it open when someone from within was pulling. He had put his entire weight on his arm as he opened it, so he found himself stumbling into the bathroom, almost falling directly on the Pantoran who was just leaving. "Gah-fuck," he muttered under his breath, turning the corner. His face lit up.

"I can't believe you two are still alive!" he exclaimed, scaring the shit out of a Cathar next to him who was vomiting his digestive system out into a urinal since all the stalls were taken. Ignoring the very loud and very passionate sounds from within them, he walked toward the two Acolytes, half-surprised that he didn't trip and fall on his face.

His eyes went from Altair (@Sreeya) to Cairo (@Fine Dining Set) and then to the vial of Wildfire in Altair's hand. Truth be told, he had completely forgotten about them out there, both having landed themselves something to do--and yet here they all were, back in their dynamic trio that would probably be declared a terrorist cell in at least a couple dozen civilized systems.

The Dathomirian reached into his never-ending pockets and pulled out another baggie of spice, then laid it out nice and neat directly on the counter next to the sink. "You guys think they sanitize these?" he wondered out loud as he used his Imperial identification to cut three modest lines. He looked down at them and realized he had no straw or paper, so he searched through his pockets until he felt something that vaguely felt like it could do the trick. He pulled out a small slip of paper that said "CALL xxxxxx FOR CATHARESE LOVE KNOT LESSONS" and he rolled it up into a neat cylinder.

"Y'guys--" he snorted and then coughed, "--weren't doing too bad out there."

 

[Soleil Altan]

The silent acolyte couldn't help but notice that Veles hadn't bothered breaking their held hands apart, which was somehow funny given the abrupt pseudo-introduction. Sol wasn't much bothered to do it either to be fair, seemingly fearless. Or high. Both?

His nostrils flared slightly from the smells around the bar, some of them recognizable. Veles' two questions got answered by a short and simple double nod. That joint he'd offered up was the most obvious answer though, smirking slightly as he took it back and placed it between his lips. Sol decided offhand that he liked this Veles guy. He seemed cool, especially for a chaperone.

Green eyes tracked the tossed vial of 'Wildfyre' to Ailis, the girl dressed in a style not dissimilar to himself. Exchange complete Veles wandered off, finally breaking the hand-to-hand contact while Sol watched him go for a second. Taking it in stride he leaned against the bar by Ailis, distracted from his Quest for the Naked Umbaran Goddess by this new girl offering to get the drink for him.

Sol wasn't gonna argue with that, raising his right wrist to show a leather bracelet with SOL engraved on it, pointing a thumb toward himself. He took the shot, inhaled through his nose, quickly downed it with a grimace, and exhaled from his mouth. His chaser of choice was a hit of the herb cigarra, acrid smoke pluming from his lips. Oh, and then Ailis threw an abrupt compliment at him and asked to dance.

The silent acolyte grinned a playful grin that quickly morphed into a tongue-out wink in mimicry of the earrings, a single round piercing glimmering atop his tongue. He flicked an earring then traded the joint forward and swapped it for Ailis' other free hand, pulling her from the bar out onto the floor. Mere seconds after they'd left, the Umbaran was back at the bar from the bathroom where she'd been, a Pantoran by her side chatting back and forth.

In spite of Sol's lack of speech, he wasn't actually shy, made obvious in how he got to moving his body once he and Ailis weren't pushing their way through crowds. He danced pretty close to start with, though they weren't touching overtly aside from the hand he was still holding. Sol wanted to see how this girl danced first. It was polite, or something.

@Arcangel

 

[Ailis Drast]

Exchanging crude for credits, Ailis was starting to have a good feeling about the night. Of course that was probably just the crude talking. "Pleasure doing business." She replied off hand to the kid who bought her goods before turning from him, finding a bar full of free shots. What the hell. Knocking back a shot of the Bantha Blaster, Ailis grinned as Sol showed off his bracelet, which was apparently his name.

Then she was being dragged off to the dancefloor by him, puffing on the spice joint he had handed to her. The bubble of liquor, courage of crude and bliss of spice all combined to leave Ailis enjoying a heady confidence as she started to dance with Sol, getting close but not too close as she enjoyed his hand in hers. Not yet.

"Thanks," she said before taking another puff off the joint before turning it around and putting it back in Sol's mouth, "I like your tongue ring." She said with a devilish gleam in her eyes, only slightly bloodshot from the spice. Then she spun in closer to Sol, getting close and personal with her back to him as she started to dance seriously, crude confidence pumping through her blood and a desire to get some kinda word out of the boy by grinding against him to the music.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

In the closeness of their embrace she could almost hear the rapid thumping of Altair's heart, could feel the heat inside him in just the almost imperceptible moment that their lips brushed together.

But before they were able to truly kiss, before Aadya was able to grab Altair and push him down on to his back, before she could straddle on top of him right in the middle of the dance floor without giving a single force filled fuck, some salty ho decided to put her rat-like upturned nose where it did not belong.

Before Vahliri could get her way, though, Cairo had arrived and pulled Altair away from the both of them and off to god knows where. Aadya couldn't help but smile devilishly as she watched Altair and Cairo disappear towards the bathroom, her attention turning to Vahl, the smile still remaining.

You're so far down his priority list even boys can drag him away from you, She said with a laugh composed of eighty percent condescension and twenty percent "yikes, what a loser."

Suddenly, the light heartedness would leave Aadya's expression, the smile dropping down into more of a thin, lip-curled sneer, her gaze narrow and predatory. If you ever touch me again, though, it will be the last time you draw breath. She said, golden flecks starting to swim in her otherwise mahogany eyes. But hey, at least at the funeral Altair might pay attention to you for longer than ten seconds.

With a roll of her eyes, Aadya would leave the dance floor and head back over to the bar for a drink.

Though, even after all of that, it seemed she still was nowhere near as thirsty as Vahliri.

@Sreeya @Altaris

 

[Soleil Altan]

With the combination of spice, whatever was in his gum, and some drinks, Sol was feeling real good right now. A pleasant warmth tingled through his body and got him moving to the bass-forward beat, hand in hand with the new girl. She quickly matched his rhythm and Sol grinned, already having fun. His lips parted and he delicately snapped the proffered joint from Ailis' fingers with his teeth, fangs flashing for a moment.

Dark brows rose playfully as she gave Sol a *look* right before spinning around and getting *real* close. Sol stepped into it, keeping hold of the hand he held, his arm curled around Ailis' front at hip level. His hips ground forward and side to side in mirrored rhythm, other hand curling into the human girl's waist. The sudden shift was kind of a surprise, but Sol sure as fuck wasn't gonna complain.

Hands-free he took a slow drag, leaning forward and pulling her into him, touching chest-on-back. He exhaled the smoke in lazy clouds over Ailis' shoulder, breath tickling across her neck and shoulder. The hand on her waist came back up to slip the cigarra from his lips and then came up under her right arm to place it back against her lips, holding it for her to draw from. You know, like a gentleman.

@Arcangel

 

[Darth Tiamat]

The music thumped through the floors and through her body as she turned her back to Draguar, feeling him pressed against her as she watched the others enjoy themselves. The other adult/chaperone, Lord Veles, stood at the bar, smoking something she guessed was potent by the way he floundered about the place after tossing something purple to the acolytes. The violet glow of his joint burned brightly and it almost brought Tiamat to a pause, noting that it wasn't uncommon to dip, but would he? There were certainly other substances that it could be, but none of it sat well with the woman as her movements continued to slow. Tiamat eye's suddenly widen but quickly she regained her composure as she then turned to face Dragaur.

"I need you to make sure no one leaves this place." she told him, her eyes focused and narrowed as it was clear there was something bothering her. Tiamat broke away from Dragaur, the Force gathering to her as she honed on the acolytes, Suddenly appearing beside Ailis and Sol, "Whatever he gave you, don't use it." her tone carried a warning as anger roiled through her.

Her eyes scanned the bar for Veles, but he was no longer present and her attention turned to the dance floor; she was certain the pale banshee would be spotted with ease. Though all she saw was more of the purple glow blinking through the crowd. He, of course, wasn't out here and she turned, heading to the refreshers ready to gut whoever was poisoning the students with Wildfire.

@Arcangel @Mr. Teatime @vamp @Scoobert

 

[Anai Skhess]

Anai let out a small giggle as Alexios gagged as a result of the drink she had offered him, Anai did agree that it tasted terrible but it seemed like the boy had a bit of a sensitive taste "I suppose that's why its owners didn't keep much of an eye on it, no wonder I managed to take it from them so easily" She replied, simply looking at the other people around them as they left, Sol went with the other girl and Veles left to do god knows what, some of the drinks were still there but she wasn't gonna bother anymore, it would be someone else's problem.

"I-well...Yes, pretty hard actually. That's why I am not wearing my mask, got a crack from it and didn't want to-oh, wait..." The Kaleesh acolyte squinted her eyes as she looked at where he was glancing "...You mean the dance floor" She muttered all embarassed, thanking that in situations like these she couldn't get any redder than she actually was.

"I-huh...I've never danced the way people dance here before, I don't know if I am gonna be any good at it" Anai said as she looked at the ground, a bit anxious about the prospect of somehow screwing it up. She had obviously danced in the past back on her home planet, but not like this "But I suppose I can try." The Kaleesh acolyte looked back at Alexios, nodding her head before following him to the dance floor.

@Tom

 

[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo and Altair absconded to the bathroom, picking up Veles in their wake. Cairo reached for the vial of wildfire, but in his drunken confusion, slapped it out of Altair's hand. The bottle sailed into the toilet, its contents shattering into the toilet bowl. Cairo looked...dissappointed. But, he knew enough about the side effects of Wildfire at this point to realize that not taking it was the smarter move. It was a small blessing that the vial had shattered, and he didn't immediately move to pull out another one.

Instead, he rallied behind Veles to rail a line of spice. The Force's mineral. He now understood why Veles had railed it so willingly. He put his nose to the counter, ignoring the offer of a proffered bill to just take it to the face. Cairo snorted, the feeling of spice hitting his nostril sitting somewhere between euphoric and painful. "Woooooooooh, fuck guys what the fuck is up." He listened to Veles' joy, and Altair's confusion.

"Yeah bro it's fucking nuts they were going to literally throw hands." He grinned, devilishly, at Altair. "There are worse problems for you to have, right? Just make them fight each other or something." He snapped his fingers and widened his eyes as inspiration struck him. "Mud Wrestling."

He paused, to more seriously consider Altair's predicament. "Bro, Vahl is part of the squad. We can't have shit weird with her." It felt like every outing their was some unspoken flirtatious or argumentative convo between the pair. "I think you need to be straight up with her. Tell her you're not feeling the....." What was the right word. "Posessiveness? It's not like she's the mother of your kid."

He shrugged. "Or mudwrestle. Or threesome mud wrestle."

"But I feel you, bro. I've been talking to Malou, and did you see me with that new acolyte, Trace? Brooooooo everyone is so fine and the energy is almost right." Save for the fight that might take place outside. "Both of them are blind. Does that say anything about me?"

@Sreeya @vamp