Open Social Ain't No Party Like a Sith Party

[Veles]

The more the music boomed, the bass rattling his ribcage, the more disconnected he felt. The more his eyes lazily glanced from face to face, the more he tipped the bottle back, the more the gravity sunk in. As the alcohol flowed down his throat, it didn't dull the feelings as he had hoped--it just made it sting so much more. Veles gritted his teeth and pushed himself off the bar, cringing as his hand made contact with it.

He slithered through the crowd as though every next step would be the one that he trips, making his way to the exit still on two feet, the bottle in his hand, arms hanging weakly at his sides. His face was hot, so he wiped at it and his fingers came back wet. Pathetic.

Golden orbs watery, lip trembling and hands shaking, Veles could feel the white-hot pang of guilt settle over him, the pit of dread in his gut growing the more he stood in that banquet hall. He kept his head down, passing a Twi'lek that was making out with someone on the floor, and stopped in front of the door. He looked back once more over the room, and a tidal wave of emotion washed over him like an earthquake. Altair.

It didn't take much deducing to realize that the Acolyte knew now. It also didn't take much thinking to realize that no matter what he said, no matter what he did, the best thing to do was to make himself scarce. He had caused enough destruction. The kid had looked up to him, and he'd fumbled it, had potentially ruined his life--the lives of three people--out of immaturity and recklessness.

Reality came crashing down, and he was no longer the 18 year old on Coruscant. No, he was the failed Sith Lord. He was the junkie that destroyed everything he touched. He was the last person anyone wanted to see, and it burned his heart to realize.

"I'm so sorry." He said it aloud, the words choked out, but the telepathic message would echo in Altair's mind for just a moment, almost like an afterthought. Veles burst through the door and stormed down the hall, away from the people. Away from the disaster he'd caused.

@Sreeya

Exit.​

 

[Darth Tempest]

[abox3=60%][/abox3]

Vahliri barely had time to slide the drink over to Altair and ask her question, concern very clearly bleeding into her tone, when her eyes were drawn away from the bar and towards the Firrerreo approaching.

It wasn’t surprising in the least that the trashiest Champion to grace the order was already making a beeline for the Tiefling - and anyone with brains between their ears could see that there was a thing motivating factor in her approach. Vahliri’s eyes immediately narrowed harshly upon the Champion, feeling that familiar irritation boiling up within her. There was something about the Firrerreo’s constant and relentless advances - even as the Tiefling was very clearly going through it - that set her alight.

Whatever more Vahliri felt for Altair, that had been largely put aside for the moment. Instead, she approached him purely out of concern - as someone she genuinely cared about, and been with since Zakuul, alongside the rest of the Aco-squad. Unlike Aadya, she cared for him beyond the desire to simply get into his pants.

The moment that Aadya reached out and attempted to tug Altair off, Vahliri pushed herself off the bar - fists balling. She was entirely prepared to take a swing at the Firrerreo and attempt to deck her in the jaw right then and there - only for Ashla to swoop in any intercept before she had the opportunity.

Vahliri blinked a few times when the Togruta spoke, entirely taken aback by the uncharacteristically harsh tone of voice. Her eyes very briefly narrowed before widened again, a frown tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t.” She said flatly, eyes proceeding to flick back to Aadya - unable to help the malice that burned its way back into her expression.

The half-Sephi glanced back over her shoulder, watching as Ashla proceeded to drag Altair off - away from both her and the Firrerreo. Something about the sight caused an uncomfortable knot to twist into her stomach - a sensation that caught her entirely off guard. She couldn’t help but think back to the entire course of events from that night - about the way that her and Aadya had been at eachothers throats over the Tiefling. She couldn’t help but think to what likely would’ve happened if Ashla hadn’t stepped in at that moment - preventing a fight while Altair was standing right there.

Vahliri bit down on her bottom lip and chewed, exhaling through her nostrils. She continued to watch as Ashla and Altair put a bit of distance between both her and Aadya, and the half-Sephi didn’t immediately rush to close it. She would soon, but for the moment allowed them both some space.

She finally glanced back over her shoulder to Aadya, glaring daggers at the Firrerreo. There was no words that needed to be spoken, and Vahliri wasn’t going to deign the Champion with any kind of verbal attack. But she was fully prepared to intervene if she didn’t take Ashla’s hint to fuck off.

@Sreeya @Logan @Wit

 

[Trace]

Trace hadn't really expected to hear the chaos that seemed to take place at Sith parties. Sure, she'd heard the stories about Aurak'keshs, but she hadn't expected to find out that so much of it had taken place at parties. Apparently if she planned to keep coming to these she needed to be ready to avoid getting killed.

Wow, sounds like these parties are more dangerous than some missions, she said with a only-slightly uncomfortable chuckle.

And then they were off again. Ashla told her to come with her, and she did, falling into step behind the champion as they approached... oh great, it was this group again. Okay, okay, okay, this'll be fine.

She moved up alongside Ashla as she confronted the pair of woman around... whoever this was that was pretty messed up. She stood ready in the event that either of the two women who had just been told off got uppity with the party's host, but it didn't seem to go that direction. Instead, Trace was tasked with another job and she nodded.

Got it, she said, turning to head back in the direction of the bar and slapping down credits for the required items. She tapped her fingers impatiently when the bartender brought them back and she headed back toward Ashla and the tiefling.

Here, water, salt, and lime, she said, bringing them back and now turning her attention to the unknown guy who was at the center of much of this trouble.

She wanted to ask what had happened, but decided that might not be the best time. She didn't know any of these people, but Ashla did. In fact, she was feeling like a little bit of an awkward imposter, but just kind of... stuck with it.

@Wit @Sreeya @Logan @Altaris

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

The mood suddenly changed as Cairo pulled away. One moment they were almost tangled up on the dancefloor, and the next she was watching him stumble off away from her. Her brain didn't comprehend his words until he was out of earshot, her "Cairo, wait!" lost to the crowd and the electronic music. Malou began to stumble after him, but a hand wrapped firmly around her arm to hold her back and sent shockwaves of energy into her skin. She whipped around to face the culprit, some Twi'lek guy around her age with a drunk grin on his face.

"Whoa there, you dance like that with everyone?" Before he could finish, the back of Malou's hand smacked against his face, leaving a welt on the guy's face. He stumbled off, calling her his choice of profanities, while she tried to redirect her attention back to Cairo. Emphasis on tried, because she couldn't find him among the crowd. Shit. She could see just fine through her Sight, but her body and her brain were too fucked up to be able to deduce which way he'd gone. So instead of stumbling around to look for him, she turned and headed straight for the women's restroom.

She must've caught a lull in the crowd because the women's bathroom was a lot emptier than she'd expected. The stalls were full, but there was no one in front of the mirror, so she made her way over to it and placed her palms on the counter. Considering she couldn't see her reflection there was really no point to it, but there she was anyways.

Was it something I said? Was I too bold? Malou adjusted her dress back to where things were supposed to be, wincing at the feeling of her cybernetic hand touching her skin. She thought back to their conversations on Denon and G'wenee, mulling over the context over and over. Had she taken things the wrong way? The champion stood hunched over in front of the mirror for a few minutes with an indecipherable look on her face, deliberating in her head.

"Heyy you mind if we like, squeeze in?" A group of girls entered the bathroom, one of which piped up to ask Malou to move in a semi-polite, slurred voice. Malou pushed herself away from the counter to allow the group of them to move in, then headed for the door. She was too drunk and too high to find it in herself to be self-conscious. But should I text him? For a second, she thought about it but ended up deciding against it.

Malou made her way in a random direction, searching for a familiar face.

tag: @Fine Dining Set

 

[Altair Din]

Altair was feeling the impacts of the rapidfire shots already. He was absolutely devastated and fuming at the same time. The Force powerfully surged through him as an effect of the Wildfire. He was more powerful than he had ever been, and he suddenly knew why he badly cracked and dented the floor just from falling on it. He ached for more of it, to take another hit of that ecstasy that made him feel so powerful. Logic was beginning to be overwhelmed with the promise of pleasures and a numbness he craved. His mind vaguely wandered to the vial that shattered in the toilet bowl. Would he stoop as low as scooping some of it out? The desire was almost overwhelming, and his jaw tightened. The only thing fighting it was his natural biology. Anyone else would have been right back inside that bathroom.

The tiefling looked over as Vahliri approached him, but he said nothing for a moment. Pain and rage were clear in his eyes, and she would feel the Force pulsing powerfully through him. He was more dangerous now than ever, though he didn’t lash out. Altair closed his eyes and slowly exhaled before opening them again.

“I-” He began but was quickly interrupted. He looked over to see Aadya approaching him. Altair only blinked a few times as she spoke and began to take him away. While his head wasn’t in the best place, he certainly wasn’t fighting against the pull. And then Ashla emerged from nowhere to interject, pulling him in another direction. His mind was only on Cairo and Veles for that moment, betrayal sinking its ugly claws deep into his chest and right through his heart. He wanted nothing more than to scream and cry at the top of his lungs. He wanted to let all his emotions out in every way possible, and he wanted to destroy this entire building.

Altair looked briefly back at Vahliri, despising leaving her behind yet again. And then he glanced towards Aadya as he passed her. It was difficult to gauge his thoughts, his expression firm and his violet eyes intense. He maintained eye contact, but his tail moved of its own accord. The pointed tip of it reached out behind her to abruptly drag a line down her spine, right between her shoulder blades. There was enough pressure to break the skin very lightly, and the point cut like a knife through the sliver of her dress that wrapped around her back. The result would be that decorative strip falling away to reveal more of her skin. The look on his face as he passed would tell he was not sorry. He was not apologetic. He made it very clear his intentions. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But that drag of his tail, done so discreetly, that no one but Aadya would know, was a promise.

The tiefling turned his gaze ahead and continued to walk, plopping down in a seat near Ashla. He buried his face in his hands for a moment before looking at the Togruta, “Veles and Cairo gave me Wildfire,” He said quietly, “It…it strips you of the Force over time and is horribly addicting...” The words tasted like bile in his mouth.

@Altaris @Logan @Wit @Phoenix

 

[Soleil Altan]

Dancing with three people close together was less awkward than Sol expected, even with the other two flirting back and forth. Not that the silent acolyte was judging. Aadya was doing that while still paying attention Altair over where the others were, not all that subtle about what she wanted. Sol liked that straight forward kinda attitude and the Firrerreo's commentary about knowing got a grin out of him.

There were swirlings of emotion in the Force, but once more when Sol looked over to find Altair he was being mobbed, even Aadya walking over. And Vahliri, then Ashla and the blind girl from earlier. Sol still didn't know what was up with him and Cairo but he wasn't the type to join a public dogpiling. He'd hope they okay and check in on them later. Especially with Ailis talking to him.

Well, signing. He looked at her and grinned, eyes paying more attention than previously to watch for more signs. Ailis' mirrored compliment just widened his grin with a smug little shake of his head, stepping into the woman's inward pull to get nice and close. Sol rolled his shoulders and kept his body moving even as her hands went across his skin, muscle lean but fairly dense as it flexed beneath.

He winked, lashes fanning over the apple of his cheek. Right hand settled decisively on Ailis' waist, the other slipping around her lower back as they danced across the floor. His nostrils flared slightly from the cigarra smoke, although he didn't complain about it. Up close without other distractions, there were little things to notice between the two, now alone and face to face.

Beneath the smoke, scents of sea salt, cypress, and sunscreen clung to the silent acolyte's skin. His face made little motions while they danced, the ghost of a smirk and once, something that could've turned into a laugh if he had a voice. How he spoke with his hands even without sign, running fingers up Ailis' side and flicking them lightly across her dyed hair as he'd done with his earrings.

She had his attention.

@Arcangel

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She could see the waves before they crashed into her, a fury of anger, disappointment, betrayal, sadness, shock, all of it poured down on the woman as he came to realize what she said was true and the consequences he now would have to work his way through. She closed her eyes, letting it pass through herself, though, the answer he muttered next made her stomach and heart sink. It was a feeling she rarely felt now days, but the dire need to find a cure didn't allow for her to dwell on sympathy or compassion.

Tiamat watched as he about-faced and beelined to the bar; she didn't stop him as she chewed on her own thoughts, slowly following behind and back to the main party hall. A part of her thought in a way, let the fools rot in their consequences, acolytes no less were capable in a way to make their own decisions. However, there was conflict given his previous master failed, one who held prestige in rank and talent that was to ensure his apprentice was capable or making the best decision.

Undoubtedly ready to leave and shower for a week with bleach. Her blue gaze followed the hormonal emotionally charged path created by the tiefling, pausing when she saw Ashla intercept Aadya and Vahl. Her eyebrows rose with some amusement and she snatched another glass of wine. Taking a sip, glancing down at her dress where she was certain that odd stain was not water before proceeding. Her blue gaze rested on the tiefling as he explained his predicament.

"You can wallow in the pity of your unfortunate plight. Or you can accept the unfairness and do something about it. It is your choice to make, my apprentice." she paused briefly, taking a drink from her glass, "Either way, we will depart tonight to Serenno." she instructed. She wasn't too interested in him arguing about it, moving on to find Draguar to finish their dance.

@Sreeya @Wit @Altaris (@ whoever else is over here)

 

[Ashla Ti]

In that moment all that she cared about the Altair, so even though she noticed the look on Vahliri's face, she ignored it. Anger, remorse, guilt, whatever it might have been, in that moment Ashla did not care. It was too little, too late.

Guiding Altair to a seat, she accepted the water when Trace brought it over. "Thank you." She tried to give her a small smile, but couldn't bring herself to smile. Politeness did not have a place in her mind right now. And when Altair spoke up, sharing what had happened, Ashla froze, for just a moment she froze. She had no idea what was going through his head, she had never had the sort of connection with him that Cairo did, or even Vahliri for that matter. But she could imagine, she could imagine the anger, the pain of betrayal, and the fear of what was to come. She could because she had been there, she had felt like that, and had been all alone. She had fought that fight alone, but she was not going to let him deal with that alone. So, despite the concern that threatened to rise within her, she stopped herself from letting it show. On her face, in the Force, in her voice.

"Here," she said instead as she handed him a glass filled with water, lime juice, and salt, "drink this." She knew she should say something, anything, but couldn't figure out what. So she simply settled on the truth. A simple truth. "You're going to be okay, you hear me? Whatever this crap is, we'll deal with it. Acos before wackos, right?"

She proceeded to make another glass, intent on keeping him hydrated, the least she could do right now. Which was when Tiamat showed up, and said her bit. All the while, Ashla just stared daggers at her. Again with the same, just making choices for him. A part of her wanted to scream at her, but that was a fight for another day. For now she had to focus on Alt, and if tomorrow he had a fight to pick with anyone, be they Lord, Champion, she would have his back.

"Forget about her, drink."

@Phoenix @Sreeya @GABA

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Aadya did little but roll her eyes at Ashla's intervention. If the Togruta wanted to play mommy with Altair, she would let her. Aadya had clearly noticed that Altair was messed up and upset and her invitation was spoken with the lips on her mouth not the ones in her pants.

As Ashla began to ferry Altair away, she caught his gaze and locked her brown eyes with his violet ones. She felt his tail slide down her spine, the twinges of prickling pain as her skin split ever-so-slightly. She inhaled like someone breathing in the fog of a nourishing elixir, her nostrils flaring in the corners being the only indication Altair would receive that his boldness was noticed.

While Vahliri was still wrapped up in her feelings of jealousy and staring daggers at her, Aadya had essentially removed the half-Sephi entirely from what little portion of her attention she'd previously occupied. The only thing Vahliri would see was a coy smile creasing Aadya's lips, knowing that regardless of what had happened, she had won.

Don't worry, Altair, she whispered in his mind, the same sultry way she had done before. You will be alright. And when you are ready, I will show you all the ways you can still be a good boy.

Turning her attention to the bartender, Aadya would call them over and ask for a couple of long tables to be brought out near the dance floor. On either end, some cups would be set up in triangles and each one filled to the bottom line with some kind of local lager.

Going over to them, Aadya would look around and with a shrug would shout:

So who wants to play beer pong?

@Sreeya

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis laughed with Aadya as she talked about knowing the tiefling hottie, about wanting know him. "I know" She responded as she watched the grey skinned acolyte dance and grind without a shirt on, eyes lingering on his cut figure.

Her view was cut off as Soleil moved in closer and she ran her hands over his cut figure, finger's grazing down his abs as he flexed and moved to the rhythm. Then there was the soft touch of Aadya's skin on her lips and Ailis closed her eyes, savoring the velvet touch as it traveled along her jaw, the lightning of her nail tracing a faint line across her skin. She leaned her head back into Aadya at her touch, exposing her neck further to the disappearing touch as fire ran down her spine.

Ailis eyes shot open and a warmth spread through her as flame sprung from Aadya's finger tip and she inhaled the tobac smoke. That smallest display of power sent a warm wave crashing through Ailis as she melted in Aadya's arms before panicking slightly. She tried to think of distractions. Huttball. Nope there was Bom Trady. Chemistry. Detention. Great aunt Gertrude. The fire in her stomach began to die and then she was being hugged and Aadya was leaving, much to Ailis' disappointment.

She pouted and puffed on her cigarette, but wasn't given much of a moment to grieve the woman's departing as Sol moved in even closer, the touch of his hands on her waist and back enough for her to forget what she was grieving entirely.

They were face to face with a trace of a smile on her lips and the shine of crude in Ailis eyes as she watched Soleil emoted slightly with his face several times. She closed the distance, pressing up to his chest as she danced against him, left hand sliding around the bare skin of his midriff to settle on his lower back. Her right hand traced its way up his chest, grabbing hold of his shirt to tug him closer as she brushed her lips against his jawline and neck, eyes closed as she nuzzled into his neck. She could smell him, the scents of cypress and sea salt lingering in her nose above the rank of the club.

He had her attention.

@Logan @Mr. Teatime

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

Beer pong? Malou's attention diverted from finding someone she knew over to the source of the voice, which just so happened to be coming from a familiar face. Aayda and her had gone toe to toe and worked side by side, but the two of them had never really shared much of a conversation otherwise. Seeing as the two she'd wanted to dance with tonight were nowhere to be seen, Malou figured she might as well enjoy herself some other way.

"Count me in," she called about as soon as she was close enough to be heard over the noise of the crowd. She came to a stop, ran a hand through her curls to loosen them up, and observed the table set up. Malou had come close to playing beer pong at the last party, though she never got the chance to play. It was probably intuitive enough if her altered state didn't make things harder. "Nice dress, by the way." No wonder the champion had half the club swooning over her.

"So," Malou began as she strode forward to pluck a ball off the table. Everything she touched sent a wave through her, and the smooth texture of the ball almost echoed in her skin. "I assume there's more to it than just tossing balls into cups?"

tag: @Logan

 

[Darth Tempest]

Vahliri only allowed her gaze to linger on Aadya for a few moments, pure vitriol bleeding into her expression as she stared daggers at the Firrerreo. Something about that smile - the smug undertones that graced her lips caused every hair on the half-Sephi’s body to stand on edge. It was a primal, visceral reaction - one that screams for her to take a swing at the Firrerreo or used her manicured names to rake channels into her face.

And yet, the half-Sephi hesitated to lash out again.

She felt those pangs of familiar anger, and yet Vahliri couldn’t help but consider the words of Ashla only moments ago - remembering the sharp tone of the Togruta’s voice and the glare shot back in her direction. For all of her anger, jealousy and combative nature, all it had earned her was the contempt of her friend, and stood in the way of her being there for Altair when he needed it most.

It was that train of thought that finally drove Vahliri to step back from Aadya, simply rolling her eyes before looking elsewhere. Rather lingering grudge might’ve been held in the future, for the moment, the Champion wasn’t worth a single second of her time.

“Trashy bitch.” She muttered under her breath. The half-Sephi stepped back towards the bar and moved in the opposite direction as the Firrerreo - glancing back at the two Jet Juices she had previously ordered. Before she could think to reach for them, the half-Sephi couldn’t help but pick up on the conversation occurring between Altair and Ashla - her sensitive hearing carrying across the music and commotion and right back to her friends.

She heard everything that Altair said, and Vahliri couldn’t help the way the color drained completely from her expression. The knowledge that Altair had done Wildfire - and the explanation of what it did causing a wave of queasiness to wash over her. She could hear the pain that laced his words, and the betrayal that he no doubt felt over the entire situation - and it was enough to give the half-Sephi pause, leaving her frozen in place as she stared down at her drink.

She froze, and found herself completely unaware of what to do in that situation. She didn’t know how to help - how to get the Tiefling through his crisis or fix what had happened. There was no solution that she could provide, and it caused that same sensation of helplessness - the one that the half-Sephi despised more than anything else - to swell within her.

For several seconds, Vahliri couldn’t help but stare down at the bar counter - slowly but surely gauging her next steps. The decision was made in her mind within a few moments, and there was no more dissuading her from that point forward. Even if she couldn’t change what had happened, Vahliri was committed to not allowing him to be alone through whatever he was dealing with. Just like Ashla, she would have his back no matter how bad it got. She would be there, just as the rest of them had been there for her.

After a single moment more of hesitation, Vahliri finally pushed off from the bar where she was standing - gradually making her way over to where Ashla and Altair - and Trace, but she didn’t really know Trace - were sitting. She kept one arm at her side, the other crossing her chest to hold her opposing bicep.

She glanced between Altair and Ashla - an apologetic smile brushing against her features as she looked at the Togruta. It was an expression to the fact that she was legitimately remorseful for her near-outburst at the worst possible time, and that she didn’t hold any resentment towards Ashla for interjecting the way she did. She wasn’t there to fight - or try to get close to the Tiefling as she’d done for most of the night. She was there out of concern for someone she actually cared for.

“Altair..” She started softly, finding the right words to say. “Ashla is right. Whatever this is - we’ll be here for you. We’ll get through it and figure it out.” The half-Sephi said plainly, slowly but surely moving to take a seat on the other side of Ashla. Her words were a revelation that she had overheard conversation and what Altair had said, but it certainly wasn’t the sure time she had dropped that bombshell.

Vahliri looked between them both, exhaling softly before repeating Ashla’s previous statement. “Acos before wackos.”

@Sreeya @Wit @Phoenix

 

[Soleil Altan]

Sol curled into Ailis' touch, the two again nearly as close as two could get. He bit his lip through a grin as fingers traced his spine and he was pulled by his shirt, pulling her in turn. His arm around on her back guided them a little in small circle, bodies brushing with only closs to separate. Even closer now, lips touched his jawline feather-light.

There was a sense of momentary hesitation as she neared his neck, the skin partly covered by a simple and unadorned black cloth. There the smell of ocean was headily strong, mixed with sweat from heat and dancing. More importantly, that little covering kept his Wrean gills safe from the air. Ailis' touch was gentle, however, and he relaxed back into the gesture easily enough. It was even returned, the fingers that flicked the human's hair tracing delicately down her ear, brushing over her earring before his arm settled over her shoulder.

Grinding his body forward he bent his neck. Ailis would feel the soft touch of his lips there on her ear, the slight hint of a teeth and heat of his breath over her skin. After a few moments, he'd pull back again, a devilish glint in Sol's eyes above a mischievous grin. Also, her earring in his mouth.

@Arcangel

 

[Altair Din]

Altair took the water and chugged it one go, grimacing a bit at the sour taste. He gazed up at the Miralukan, briefly recognizing her from another mission they had done recently. He was distracted for a moment as Tiamat addressed him, a chill running down his spine as she called him her apprentice. He remained silent, his head swimming with a billion thoughts. He knew he was drawing a crowd and for once it made him sick. He looked at the faces of concern, he saw Vahliri rejoining them, and he saw how his friends rallied.

But inside he felt completely shattered. He had lost everything in one fell swoop. He had lost his Master, and he thought about the pang of pain he felt from Cairo who was in on it the whole time. He wanted to be angry, he wanted to be furious, he wanted to break things. But he also wanted to simply break down and cry. He thought of everyone around him. He thought of it in the context of him losing the Force. Where would he be? He wouldn’t be a Sith. He wouldn’t be a Matukai. He would be nothing. He would be kicked out and sent back to the farm where he would be a pariah to his Matukai family.

He thought about Vahliri, knowing the way she looked at him. Knowing what she wanted from him. Altair had always known. She wanted something deeper, something more meaningful. She wanted to call him hers. Call what hers? His loser self that would amount to nothing and now would rank even below the weakest Sith? He couldn’t be that man for her. He couldn’t be the man she needed. Not for her, not for anyone. He could be just good enough to let girls like Aadya or the Pantoran fuck him senseless, use him how they pleased and then never call him again. It sounded cathartic, and it would leave him numb. Just how he wanted to feel to suppress all the agony he felt from his emotions and also from the severe withdrawals.

His mind then wandered to Cairo.

Through the fire and rage that swirled in his mind, he thought of the Morellian. As more of the toxins began to leave his system, a new whirlwind of thoughts churned in his mind. He thought of everything he and Cairo had been through together from beating up their instructor to escaping a horde of zombies to serving detention together. The two had been inseparable since the day they had met, and through every obstacle had come out together. They backed each other up even when they knew the other was wrong. Cairo, the boy that never gave a fuck if Altair had horns or looked like a demon. He saw Altair for the normal farmboy he was and had accepted him all the same without a single expectation from him. Now Cairo was, as always, in the same shitty boat Altair was in. If Altair was feeling these withdrawals and considering scraping Wildfire out of a toilet bowl, then so was he.

He was hit with a thousand memories, most of them trivial but suddenly so impactful. He thought about how he had laughed and told Cairo he was welcome at every holiday with his loud and huge family. He recalled the hours they spent completely spiced speculating on Vahliri’s ears or on what the hell Malou had under the blindfold or whether or not Raze looked like shriveled old shoe under the helmet. He couldn’t, in the deepest parts of him, believe Cairo would go out of his way to harm Altair this way. A part of him refused to believe it, the same stubborn part that barreled him into survival. And right now, Cairo was out there alone while he was here getting pampered by a bunch of scantily clad ladies.

Before he realized what he was doing, he sprang to his feet. He grabbed another glass of water and chugged the entire thing down.

“Where is Cairo?” He growled, looking around frantically through the crowds. He had felt the agony Cairo felt, knowing they were going through the same thing. The tiefling whirled around like a madman, searching the seas of Sith and not spotting him anywhere, “Where is my brother?” He called out before he began to move again.

He didn’t look at anyone, charging through the hall again. This time he was sober enough to duck past others, but he was on a mission. If anyone danced or moved into his path, they would be harshly tossed aside. Altair didn’t stop as he reached the double doors, bodily crashing through them hard enough to take one off the hinges. He didn’t look back, darting well out of sight. If he was on his hands and knees licking traces of Wildfire off the ground in desperation, it would be Cairo right there with him as everyone else abandoned them one by one. He wouldn’t let that happen to either of them.

He wouldn’t stop his mad dash till he found Cairo. Nothing else mattered. Not his future as a Sith. Not who the fuck was his Master. Not what chick wanted his dick. Nothing. Except for his friend.

@Fine Dining Set

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[Ailis Drast]

Ailis felt Sol hesitate as she nuzzled into his neck, and the scarf there felt as if it was covering something. She slid her hand up from gripping his shirt to glide against his collarbone. Ailis gasped against him, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as they danced and he kissed her ear. The music throbbed through her chest, heart pounding to the beat as she enjoyed the moment, only a hint of worry in her mind.

Worry? She was worried, which meant she was coming down. Seizing a last bit of courage, she pulled her head away from his neck. Ailis' fingers travelled up his neck and to his jaw, much like earlier as she guided his mouth towards hers. She could feel herself coming down and she wanted to enjoy that last moment, lips pressed against his as her hand moved from his jaw to thread her fingers through his hair.

She kissed him for a long moment, holding on to the bliss while a sinking feeling began to grow in her chest. Was she going to regret this? The dream was over and Ailis was no longer in wonderland. Breaking the kiss, she slowed her dancing and leaned back away from him. Her once glossy eyes almost a bit dull as she signed <I need to cool off. Let's get a drink.>

Breaking away from the dancefloor, Ailis guided Sol back towards the bar, breathing heavily. Everything was a blur, she remembered a fight, a dance. Flame burning at the tip of a delicate finger. Lastly a kiss, the strongest of the dreamlike memories, so close that it was almost real. She glanced at Sol and gave him a shy smile before she looked past him and saw a table. <Oh look. Beer pong.> She signed before heading over. She held a loose grasp on his fingers that he could easily get out of if he didn't want to participate.

"Got room for more?" Ailis asked as she approached the table. Two woman appeared to be playing, one wearing a blindfold and the other feeling very familiar. Her eyes roamed down the barely there dress and to her hands. A flame burning at the tip of a delicate finger, the memory rising out of the fog.

@Mr. Teatime @Malou D'Amaris @Logan

 

[Soleil Altan]

Ailis' fingers through Sol's dark hair were especially pleasant among his steady buzz. He could feel the human's heart pounding through the skin of her back where his left hand had wandered up to. His was too in its own way, a drumbeat background to all the excitement. She guided his face back to hers, Sol's fingers combing through her two-toned hair as she moved.

The silent acolyte leaned into the kiss, lips pressed together like they'd meant to do earlier before the interruption. His right hand dipped lower by her hips, barely touching at all, while his left pressed strongly against her upper back to pull her in. They stood there together as if time had stopped, sinking into one another. Really, all in all, Ailis was very fun to dance with at parties.

Then Ailis backed off and they separated, Sol letting out a soft breath he hadn't quite noticed he'd been holding. After a moment his brows furrowed, noticing the difference in the human's expression through the haze of alcohol and other things. His hands retreated from her, right settling by his right hip and signing <OK.> with his left. Sol followed her back without complaint, even if he was a little confused about it. Had he done something wrong, he wondered?

Sol still returned Ailis' smile though, even if it seemed shy and unsure, and signed, <Sure! Be right back.> The silent acolyte slipped from her grip over toward where he'd left his drink by the bar, both hands dipping into his pants pockets. When he got there, two things were produced. From his mouth he deposited the earring, smirking to himself and clipping it above the left-side stud, fully intending to return it before she left.

The other was the unnaturally purple vial of Wildfire that Aislis'd stashed in her pocket, picked by Sol's right hand on her hip, then transferred to his own while she was distracted. He looked down at it for a moment, frowning. Then he chucked it into the bar's trash bin, burying it intentionally in piles of other garbage before wiping his hands off. Sol grabbed his glass and headed over to the beer pong tables.

Sol tapped Ailis on the shoulder and gave her a basic <Hi again>, finding a place to casually lean against the table, and waved to the others. He was down to play!

@Arcangel @Logan @lizziie

 

[Darth Draugr]

So much had been going on at the party, there were murmurs of drugs and another fight but no mention of who. The Lord didn't care so long as it wasn't ruining the party. Seemed it was resolved as everyone was still dancing and drinking. Maybe it was minor and over something that actually mattered instead of some kid with a set of horns on his head.

Dancing and moving to the beat of the music the Zabrak would catch a glimpse of Tiamat once again. He wodered where she ran off to but in the moment it didn't matter it was time to finish their dance and enjoy the rest of the night.

"Lady Tiamat! Glad to see found your way back."

The Zabrak would stand before her with his hand out ready to pull her in for the second time. His eyes set on hers and a curve at his lips, the man was ready to just let loose. Seemed if the kids could do it then why can't the adults?

"Wanna dance with the Chaperone?"

@GABA

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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The expression on the Kaleesh’s face was priceless, the reaction to his compliment probably the most wholesome thing he’d ever witnessed at one of these parties. That didn’t change his own demeanor though, as he’d stand up on his tip toes, whispering in one of her ears, “Did I stutter?” before pulling away again. Her glowing yellow eyes were met by a pair of obsidian orbs, a playful look burned into his expression. Despite being so much shorter and smaller than her, he wasn’t in the least bit intimidated.

After the spectacle and the return to the bar, Alexios would try his best to relax, taking a seat and letting out a sigh. “Well, this party’s going crazy.” He muttered, before turning back to the tender. “Another Moogan tea?” He’d ask, glancing at Anai. When she ordered another Bantha Blast, he burst out laughing, exclaiming, “Cancel that order, PLEASE.” he went on. “If she’s going to drink piss at least get her some that doesn’t taste like expired fruit punch. A correllian ale.” He ordered, giggling like an idiot.

As it turned out, the bartender brought all three drinks. Alexios didn’t bother protesting any further; Anai could drink as she wished, but he wanted to demonstrate that there were more drinks in the galaxy than the awful one she’d happened to nab. As he took a sip of his new tea, he’d be interrupted by what seemed to be an eruption from the bathroom. He’d see green flames through the corridor, eyes widening. “Oh shit, what now?!” He exclaimed, sitting up and glancing over to see what had happened.

Everything happened… very quickly. A couple people came out, most notably a tiefling boy with a fine set of horns and an equally fine washboard, which three women– two of which were the ones fighting from earlier– would descend upon. He didn’t pay attention to the spectacle long, and he lacked the enhanced senses of any of the aliens around him to tell what was going on. It was obvious now that the fight between the two girls hadn’t been to dissimilar from the one he’d witnessed between the two dudes awhile back– only this time they had force powers as well as their own fists.

“...what a mess.” He muttered to himself. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen shit hit the fan at a party this badly before.” He’d address Anai. Thankfully another fight had been prevented, and the two could continue to vibe– but than, a couple of long tables were brought out, and one of the girls from earlier would shout “Who wants to play beer pong?”

“ME!” (@Logan) He’d cry immediately, flying to his feet. A childlike grin spread across his face before he stood up, leaving his tea behind before he turned to Anai. “C’mon, this game’s fun.” He declared, waving for the Kaleesh to follow him to the table. Regardless, he’d arrive, spotting the pretty boy and dealer from earlier. (@Arcangel) “Hey, got any more of that stuff? I can’t tell when I’m coming down from this, but I want more.” he cooed, tossing her a few more chips.

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@Versok

 

[Darth Tiamat]

As much as she wanted to refocus to her own enjoyment on the dance floor, her mind kept drifting in thoughts back to the acolytes, hearing now Cairo too, she wondered who else and on top of it all, why did she care so much about this?

She smiled though when she saw Dragur who seemed ready to resume their dance. His hand extended, she would take it as he welcomed her back. "Had a bit of a delay..." she hummed, hoping she still did not smell of the guys refresher and instead of the hints of sandalwood as she had when she first entered the party.

Tia pulled him closer to her as he asked if she wanted to dance with the Chaperone, "Depends if you're not too busy babysitting." she hummed, the music slowed as some of the attendees went to get drinks and others seeking out the beer pong that was being set up shortly away. Her blue gaze catching his as she wrapped an arm around his waist and grasping his other hand with her own, taking the lead and hoping he was more graceful than most. She wasn't in much of a mood to have her feet stepped on or having him trip over his own toes.

@Scoobert

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

To be honest, it's pretty much just tossing balls into cups, She said with a laugh, before flashing Malou a smile. Your dress is really nice too! Though, I think this one is ripped now, gonna have to toss it out when the night is done.

Aadya waved at Ailis as she walked over and motioned towards the other end of the table. For you? Of course, She said with a wink. You and Sol can play against me and Malou.

Grabbing both of the pong balls, Aadya handed one to her partner. Rules are pretty simple. Each team takes turns throwing the balls at the other team's cups. If the opposing team makes their ball into your cup, you have to pick up the cup and drink the booze inside. First team to have no cups left loses.

Taking her ball, Aadya lined up her shot, closing one eye and sticking her tongue out a bit like she was really zoning in. With a flick of her wrist, she sunk her ball straight in the cup at the front of pyramid.

Oh, and if both teammates make a ball into a cup, they get to go again. Looking to Malou, Aadya flashed her another smile. No pressure!

@lizziie @Arcangel @Mr. Teatime