All Good Fun, Sith & Booze Mix. (Sith Social Thread)

[Kuroshi]

Purely social thread.
Pvp and death disabled.
Open to sith and empire aligned characters.
@Bantha
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Music raged about a ship's hull, lights flashing and shifting color as muffled voices could barely be heard over the rhythmic beats coming out the stereo system. There was some.. entertainment in the form of dancers on stage, but the real entertainment had to be alcohol. Oh, and the host was hardly boring either. As for who said host was, they were actually a hostess. Lahima Lorn. She had apparently been bored and wanted to throw a party for the purposes of mingling with peers. This party was held on a large ship turned miniature club almost, which actually offered a nice setting. The ship was somewhere near Moraband, it being a common place for sith to be at and also a convenience for security reasons.

Fenrir'Nati, hearing of a party being hosted, decided ah what the hell and decided to come. The man usually wasn't one for parties or social gatherings, but with nothing else to do he kind of just went. He took on the role of bartender for the purposes of this social gathering of sith, with the droid that was meant to do the job malfunctioning and refusing to work. He thought it would be fun, and he didn't have to feel bad about sitting in a corner being alone all night, so he volunteered to take over. The next song in the queue roared through the ship's speakers as the feline mixed drinks for those who wanted some liquid courage. Thing was he had never made drinks before--this was his first time around alcohol--so he somewhat winged it. When someone asked him for a drink he would just grab a few bottles and make experimental beverages with some working and others not so much.

"Can I get a Bloodsour?", a sudden voice said over the music.

"Yeah sure, just a sec.", replied Nati as he opened a couple of bottles, some simple syrup and a bit of juice and tried to comply with what the other person wanted. He wasn't exactly sure what a Blood sour was so he kind of just made whatever he wanted then sent the drink off to be consumed, a minor display of the force to steal the heat from the glass and freeze it. Who needs ice right?

After that he just stretched his arms briefly, yawning and waiting for someone else to show up looking for a drink. His bright yellow eyes scanned the crowd of people, not really looking at anyone specifically but just wandering the room out of boredom.

 

[Bantha]

Diva was draped over a throne-like chair, dressed in leather and fur, surrounded by an enourtorage of patrons and dancers. With a flip of her blue-skinned hand she motioned for a wine glass, quickly passed to her by a slave. After taking a sip she held it out in front of her and gave the dark liquid a swirl, admiring the it. It was shipped in all the way from the core worlds at a very high cost. While this variety was for herself, no expense was spared in throwing this party. Diva saw her parties as a tool to boost her reputation, or ruin it.

Whispers of the bar tending droid malfunctioning met her ears, causing a surge of annoyance to run through Diva's chest. That droid was supposed to the latest model, with a repertoire of literally thousands of drinks and pleasant conversation options. Looking over in that direction, she noticed a party goer decided to step in and begin serving drinks herself. He seemed to be doing a reasonable job. Tall and slender with deer-like ears, he looked almost endearing. Her face went from a subtle smile to a scowl, however, as the next song queued began to play. Whoever was DJ'ing tonight did not listen to her instructions. Nothing to worry about now.[color=#4c9cf] 'He'll just be meeting his end later.[/color] she mused as she sent a slave scurrying off with an updated playlist.

Tossing her black hair behind her shoulders, she rose to her feet. With a queenly strut she made her way to the bar, parting the crowd of partygoers like the Red Sea. With a smile she noticed the purple alien's little Force trick to chill glasses. "My apologies, I'll have the slaves fetch more ice. Though I must say, nice little trick you have there," she said, her bright yellow eyes fixed on him in an intense gaze. "Tell me your name."

 

[Kuroshi]

The approach of a blue skinned woman drew in Nati's attention. He was a bit.. taken back by how she decided to dress, thinking it a bit odd as far as he was concerned. The purple feline just wore casual clothes, with that being a baggy black sweater with tight jeans. He didn't have much fancy clothes, not really seeing a point to any of it. A mix of drums and singing overtook the sound system as the oddly dressed woman came closer. At her greeting he gave a small wave to her. "You're the one hosting this right?", he asked. His yellow eyes met with her's as he started to talk to the Theelin.

"Fenrir'Nati Re'kal. Most just call me Nati. Arni’soyacho but Koahiko about the ice, not having it until now wasn't any major issue. In my training so far I learned how to remove heat from anything near me, or rather around my hands so far. It comes in handy sometimes." As he spoke it seemed like he mixed a small bit of Ryl in with his words. He wasn't sure if the other person would understand it when he finished speaking, which kind of put him in an uneasy state. He didn't dare correct himself with Basic, for all he knew she could have understood.

"so want a drink or something?" He put the various bottles back on the shelves for a brief period before turning back to give his attention to the alien he had just introduced himself to.

 

[Danee]

'Eugh, parties.' the Priestess scowled to herself as she entered the ship. Music assaulting her ears as she entered the main party area, watching hundreds of Sith, Imperials and others 'dancing' to the loud, obnoxious music. Wearing a full set of Inquisition Combat armor the Priestess made her way through the floods of people. those standing in her way looked towards her and stepped aside. Unlike the Hostess' Queenly aura which caused the Party-goers to stare at her in awe, the Priestess emitted an aura of fanaticism and lurking anger. Even the Sith at the party knew that not even them would be safe from the Inquisition if they were deemed a Heretic.

So they steered clear from her as the Priestess cut her way through the crowds towards the bar, a grin on her lips as she could see everyone staring at her as she passed, some leaned close to others to say something which was drowned out by the deafening Music. As she got closer to the bar one of the patrons decided to try and talk to her and remained stationary as she walked towards him. Stopping she turned her head up to him and tilted it slightly. "Hey there pretty, why don't you take off that visor and show me those gorgeous eyes you're hiding." A laugh came from the Priestess as she angled her head down and removed the visor before looking up at him with a wide grin. "Is that pretty enough?"

The complete lack of eyes or sockets for them caused him to stumble back and out of her way as she pressed past him, holding the visor in her hand and placing it upon the bar counter. She recognized the bartender, an Initiate from back when she had visited Coruscant the first time and then there was the woman who spoke to him, judging by the people looking at her, she must be the hostess. "Some cold water, please." She ordered and returned the Visor from the Bar counter to cover over where her eyes should have been.

 

[Bantha]

A confused expression crossed over her face for a second at hearing him slip into a language she wasn't familiar with. She could speak several, so it was rare she couldn't understand someone. Nevertheless, it was probably an insignificant comment.

She nodded in response to the feline. [color=#4c9cf]"Yes, I'm hosting this party tonight. I throw them fairly often. And I'll take a Durindfire, if you don't mind."[/color]

Diva's skin broke out in goosebumps as she felt a dark stain on the otherwise vibrant energy of her party. Someone was passionate, creating a smarting wound in the Force. But they weren't happy. And neither was she--angery people dind't come to parties to feel better. They came to crash it, to get attention. Diva wouldn't tolerate it.

She didn't move an inch when the Miraluka walked up to the bar near her and set her visor down. Her aura in the force was as cold as the Hoth tundra, as sharp as a steel dagger. Turning slowly, she drew herself up to her full height and squared her shoulders. [color=#4c9cf]"I don't believe that I've met you. Here to enjoy my party?"[/color] she asked, her tight smile dripping venom.