Arasuum's Palace: Mav, Pirur

[Phoenix]

He flicked the lighter on and held it to the tip of the cigar, watching and waiting until the man had adequately lit the entire end before cutting off the flame and reaching out to take the extended hand. Pleasure to meet you. Dak Veren, Clan Veren. The smell of the man's cigar hit his nose and seemed to call to him to light up his own, but he held off, not wanting to start until after he was finished drinking. And he was nowhere near done drinking.

The celebration are going just fine, my friend. I think we have earned the right to kick back, relax, and drink ourselves into oblivion, he said with a smile. The alcohol was already on its way to his head and while he wasn't drunk yet, he was feeling very relaxed. I feel like we need a good drinking game, yeah? Know any? He twisted his lips in a look of confusion then promptly shouted out, Hey! Does anyone know a good drinking game? They were in a bar full of drunk Mandalorians, someone had to know a good game they could play. Of course, some other people would probably need to join as well.

 

[Korun]

Korun suddenly wasn't sure this was the greatest suggestion he had said yes to. A few of his graduating fellows had invited him out to a drink at some place he had never heard of. Not that he hadn't heard it was much of a shocker. He was meeting up far later then intended as he figured he might as well go out looking nice to whatever party this was supposed to be. Now after attending to a tailor on the nicer side of town who seemed to have entirely too much interest in his chest and biceps now that he thought about it.. regardless he had walked away with a perfectly tailored pink short sleeved shirt made of some material he didn't remember the name of but felt as nice as he could imagine anyone feeling and some similarly awesome gray pants.

As he made it inside his eyes nearly went cross eyed at the sound until he got used to it and almost backed the heck out of the place till he was forced further inside by eager patron goers. With a withheld sigh he slowly made his way inside and noticed not many of the other men wearing pink nor did he recognize anyone.. Had he made another one of the unwritten social faux pa? After a moment he decided he didn't care and was going to keep the shirt. It set off his skin tone nicely and showed off that tattoos and scars on his arms. After a bit of jostling he made it to the bar and blanked on what to order. He could count the amount of times he had alcohol on one hand and when the bartender asked what he wanted he just pointed to the man's drink next to him. Once he finally got it he took a sip and made a face that was reminiscent of a childs first drink and set it back on the bar. "Didn't know it was legal to sell engine cleaner as alcohol." he mentioned to noone in particular before turning his gaze back to the scene unfolding around him.

 

[Seera Lone]

It was hard for Seera to contain her blush from Aryn's comment, it was so bold and straightforward and she was absolutely not prepared to face such a thought with so few drinks in her body. "Well, em, I'm, em..I Mean, you look ravishing too !" She stumbled through her words like a shy kid at school talking to her crush. "But yea, I was in the ring. I emm... won ! two rounds tonight ! Last guy got me in the face, made me bleed n' all that" To her rescue, came another man, ripping her away from the palpitating moment. (@Arclight )

Seera smiled as Aiden joined them, she hadn't noticed him before hand and she waved at him to come closer and share a drink, she was still taking small sips of her first standard Mando beer. "Aha right!? I'm much better in CQC than I am with a rifle" Saying that she used her forearm to wipe some blood that was dripping near her eye, obviously an eyebrow had quite the ability to bleed. (@Chask274)

She turned towards another friend, a brother even and her smiled spreading across her face from ear to ear. "A'donii! I'm glad to see you, drunk or not" She chuckles a bit noticing that he was packed, sober people always have a knack at pointing out who was drunk or not. "Yup ! For now, I'm the Queen of the ring, until someone challenges me !" She says a bit too loudly for her own liking, trying to make herself heard over the music and the bass. (@Rimrald)

 

[Kori Buor]

Out of the corner of his eye, Asterion could see Talia (@Sreeya) approaching the bar with a bottle of champagne in her hand. Her first stop was at the girl in the pink dress, and as she poured her a glass the girl almost seemed to melt in excitement causing Asterion to roll his eyes. Even as drunk as he was he found the fan-girling to be be almost exceedingly ridiculous. As she worked her way down the bar pouring some of her champagne into the each of the warriors there, she paused when she reached him. Her eyes gazed at him for a few moments, her mouth almost twitching like she wanted to say something to him. He wondered if her words were going to be ones of friendship and comfort, or those of a scathing rebuke; after all she had wanted him to not make his presence particularly known in public, and this was almost as public as he could get without getting in front of the Prime Minister's residence and make a holocast speech. Not like he cared now, though, all he wanted was to drown himself in alcohol and forget things for one night.

However, she seemed to decide against saying anything at all, and simply filled his glass full of her champagne. Tilting his head forward slightly then back the man nodded at the Mand'alor, his face somewhere between the murky distinction between unenthused and indifferent. As she passed on to the next person, Asterion drank the champagne, barely tasting the beverage as it went down.

With his head already swimming, Asterion only watched for a few more moments as Talia passed him by. Filling his glass with more tihaar, the Mandalorian slid off of his stool and walked down the bar as he spoke, "Manda, what does it take for a man to get a decent drink around here?" He smiled at an older Mandalorian whose face seemed familiar to him, though he could not quite place it (@Ecclessey). Running a hand through his long sandy blonde hair, the Mandalorian then shifted his outfit, a traditional Mandalorian tunic of an arctic blue, but with just enough style to it to make it not dull and uninteresting. "So, are you two enjoying yourselves? I'm doing alright, this bottle of tihaar is becoming empty a little too fast. Party is.. interesting to say the least."
@Phœnix @LordOfShadows

 

[Arcangel]

Sucking down champagne through a straw, certainly not how it was supposed to be drank, Aryn watched as Seera floundered at her accidentally forward comment. She hadn't meant to say such a thing, but something about the attractive woman bearing the signs of battle got her blood boiling. The alcohol most definately did not help. Blushing and grinning ear to ear as Seera complimented how she looked, Aryn bubbled over with excitement, and a bit of doubt. "Thanks! Really? you think so? I dont really... uhhh... dress up much. You wont believe how long it took for me to do my makeup, watching those YouHolo tutorials."

Returning to her now champagne citrus drink, Aryn took another long pull before Aiden, a warrior who she had recently been on a mission with on Roon, came over and began chatting up Seera. Until he turned his attention to both the woman, which caused Aryn to promptly release the straw. "Uhhhh... good so far. I just got here. I have to say... I'm not used to all this excitement. How about yourself?" Setting her drink down, she eyed the nearly empty glass suspiciously. Had she really already drank that much.

Before she could take the thought any further, another warrior sidled up besides her, seeming to know Seera as well. "Wow Seera you sure are the popular girl tonight. Let me know if you need a stick to beat the boys away with." Giggling at her own joke before the obviously drunk man introduced himelf.

"Aryn Rau," shakeing the man's hand loosely as she spoke, Aryn grinned a little too widely. The rapid intake of alcohol was definately getting to her. She was about to tell herself to slow down when the bartender refilled her drink on A'donii's orders. This time with a generous helping of champagne on top of the liquor heavy citrus drink. "So where do you know Seera from A'donii?" Once more bringing the straw to her mouth and sipping the sweet tasting alcohol.

@Chask274 @Seera Lone @Rimrald

 

[Lanre]

It started with an argument, as these things tended to do. He was not a warrior to the barman, and so he did not get to drink for free when he asked for a brandy. Normally this would have been the end of it, but Lanre, his pride mildly rankled, tried to explain to the man that he had served in the Republic military, and had seen enough war to last a life time, even several. Nonplussed, the barmen told him that a Republic soldier, veteran or otherwise, was no warrior, and they could either pay or leave, making it abundantly clear he did not care which. Piqued, Lanre asked what he had to do to prove he was a warrior, full of derision and mockery. He should have expected the answer. Pointing towards the lower levels, the barmen told Lanre to get his head checked by a Mandalorian. If it was hard enough and they didn't have to cart him out of the ring after, he could drink like a fish on the house.

So it was that Lanre descended to the lower levels to the empty ring, agitated and ornery, but not entirely disappointed. This is what he had come for, in a way. Personally curious about the Dominion and the fek of their caste since declaring cultural independence, he had taken the opportunity to travel into Mandalorian space to observe. Holovids, dossiers and infrequent chance meetings with the clans were not sufficient enough to gauge their strength. Oh, he knew of their reputation; the Galaxy knew, but personally, individually, he knew nothing of their ken. So he stripped down to the waist, hanging up his tailored jacket and shirt on a hook, and took gauze from a table to wrap his wrists and hands, looping the fabric between his fingers and cinching tight. As far as anyone knew, he was just a nameless clanner, looking to practice age old tradition.

Rolling his shoulders and stretching the blades behind with twists and turns of his torso, Lanre clenched and unclenched hard fists with scarred knuckles, waiting near the center. Surely there was someone above who wanted a friendly skinning on teeth. Someone he could perhaps befriend if they didn't smash his head open.

 

[Karissa Fett]

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The immediate sight before Karissa's eyes was a blur of pale skin and whitish-blue powder. She pressed her face a little closer, pressing her nose to the warm surface and then jerked her head, attempting to snort the line of glitterstim. Just as she did the surface moved a bit, and a chorus of giggling erupted followed by a growl from Karissa. She looked up to face the young blonde girl, who's chest she'd been snorting the spice from. The girl was wearing a dress that, somehow was even smaller than her own. The girl's dress stopped midway up her chest, and it was on the exposed skin that Karissa had been trying to snort the spice from. As the girl shifted the spice shifted, falling down the girl's dress.

"Salea I told you I need you to stay still." Karissa said, trying to keep a grin off her face but failing miserably. The girl giggled once more and leaned back against the toilet once more, bracing herself for Karissa's use. Karissa took another roll of the spice and put it in place before ripping it up her nose. Her eyes nearly rolled all the way back in her head as she felt the intoxicating power of the drug run through her system. Just as she had finished she heard the door open behind her, and a very confused, and prudish looking Mandalorian man was standing there, staring in awe at the sight that was playing out infront of him. Karissa stumbled backwards, her back pressing against the cold tile of the refresher wall.

"What're you looking at ringo? You never seen a Mando girl do spice before?" Her words were partially slurred as her hands waved in the air.

The man stuttured a bit, "No this is just the men's roo-"

Karissa looked for the nearest thing she could find, and grabbed the hand soap dispenser throwing it at him, "Did you just assume my gender?!"

"No- you just said you were a gi-"

"GOOD! Get lost Creep. "

The very confused man backed away and closed the door. As he did so Karissa leaned her head back until she could feel the cold wall pressing against her hair and giggled like a school girl.

The aforementioned blond girl, Salea, giggled more, standing up off of her seated/leaning position on the toilet, "Did I do good 'issa?"

"Yeah you did juuuust fine." Karissa said as she stumbled around the room towards the door, "Now just... I dunno... go away."

The girl looked a little disappointed but that was the last of Karissa's cares today. She stepped out into the party scene and all of the lights seemed to blend together at first, making her a bit dizzy. She rubbed her nose a little bit, realizing some of the spice had still been on her lip, and proceeded to wipe the spice off her finger onto the nearby tux of a fellow patron. He looked indignant at her but she wasn't watching, not even giving the man a second thought. Ahead at the bar she could see the cute young girl, Aryn Rau, trying to slurp champagne out of a fruity looking glass. Karissa let loose a stream of laughter at the sight and stumbled over to the girl,

"Hey there Aryn.. how are you? You look greeeaat.. oh hey by the way.. just uh hold on." She leaned down, taking a long sip of the champagne, "oh thank you MANDA I was thirsty." She plopped down on the seat next to Aryn at the bar, leaning sloppily on the surface, waiting for Aryn to react to her rapid-fire questions/statements.

 

[Kann Beroya]

Kann, he had come to back to Mandalore to see visit his clan and family it just happened to be a time of celebration which suited him because it had been while since went Mandalorian party, they always fun for him. he was with his older brother at the club spend some to time togeather. Kann smiled as another person entered the ring. Another person looking for a beat down let's see what he's made of he thought to himself downing the rest of his glass of Tiharr, his brother Rhurr patting on the back say "take it easy on him doesn't look like he from around here" kann retorted with "and why would i do that". he approached the centre of ring already stripped down to waist with bloody gauze around his hands, few bruises across his body and cut on his brow. "stretch all you want, your still going to be sore in the morning" he taunts putting his fists in front his face ready for the fight to begin.

@Lanre

 

[Arcangel]

Before the others got a chance to respond, a woman in a very revealing dress came up laughing and took Aryn's straw in her own mouth, draining a quarter of her drink.

"Oh uhhhh... thanks! Clarissa right? You look..." Looking her up and down, she felt a flush of warmth hit her as the copious amount of alcohol she had been drinking began its work. "You look good too." She couldn't quite remember the womans name, but was sure she had it close.

"You uhhh... you've got..." Not sure how to tell Karissa, she reached out with her index finger and wiped a bit of white powder off the woman's cheek before showing her. "You had something on your face..." Not entirely sure what to do with the now dust covered finger wavering in between them. Or what the dust was for that matter. Maybe make up or something?

 

[Black Noise]

2:19am

Dear reader, the following which you are to grace your eyes upon is not for the sane of mind nor for anyone who possesses a sound set of morals. You see, the man walking into this club right now is, to say the least, not a good man. Around his shoulders is a coat of many colors, each color a different skin of a different humanoid species, the two most prominent being a white skin and a green skin from an Arkanian and Twi'lek, respectively. On his legs were a pair of skintight ripped jeans and over his face was a bright SPACE LUCHADOR mask made from human skin and colored bright pink.

Randy arrived at the club at precisely 2:17am, he was kicked out at promptly 2:18am, then immediately let back in at 2:19am after removing the face of the bouncer. Stepping back into the club, Macho Man Randy Rando the Savage Trans Mando screamed.

"HO BOY I AM HEEEEERE MOTHERKRIFFERS. THE CREAM OF THE COFFEE, THE BEST PART OF YOUR KRIFFING DAY, MACHO MAN RANDY RANDO THE TRANS TRANDO MANDO HAS ARRIVED!"

To say Randy was over the top would be an understatement, as the Trandoshan proceeded to rush to the bar, smash the nearest drink, and demand a gallon of spice. After receiving the spice, he began to shove as much as possible up his nose while screaming about beating meat in his spare time. During his snort session, a young Mando decided to take the plunge and ask if Randy, Randy Rando the Trans Trando Mando, was actually a Mandalorian.

Randy proceeded to punch him repeated in the face with his shockboxing gloves.



Look away, this man will wreck your evening, your homelife, and your day, look away.

 

[Phoenix]

No one seemed to know any good drinking games apparently. At least that was what he was picking up from the fact that no one seemed to respond to him. He shrugged and decided that he'd just have to get drunk the old fashioned way, which meant downing whatever he could get his hands on. He glanced around and his eyes landed on the new warrior that wandered up to him. (@Kori Buor)

Dak stuck his hand out to the newly approached warrior and responded. Oh, it's going well, going well. Can't complain as long as they keep giving me a steady stream of alcohol. He glanced down, realizing his glass was empty. Speaking of which, what're you drinking there? I seem to be empty and need something that's not another Keldabe car bomb. Preferably something that tastes good. Is that... tihaar? That sounds nice, maybe I'll have that. It was beginning to turn into the early stages of a drunken ramble but he wasn't about to stop drinking yet.

I'll have a tihaar, he said to the bartender before turning back. You know... you look awfully familiar, did we do an operation together once? Like... he squinted, trying to think of the name of the planet, but finding it very difficult with the alcohol interfering, Halmad? Maybe? Maybe I'm just drunk... He looked back just as his drink was slid across the counter and he took a large swig. It was sweet at first, but burned hot going down. Mmm, that's good.

 

[Jatt Bralor]

“OH MAH GAWHD, IT'S RANDY RANDO THE TRANS TRANDO MANDO, SO MACHO AND MANDO THAT HE ONCE KILLED ANY TRANDO TRANSO MANDO WHO DARED SAY HE WASN'T MANCHO ENOUGH TO MANDO FANDO TRANDO.”

“Wha'?”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!”

And that was the night Jatt was having, sitting in the titty bar portion of the club when all the sudden all the lights turned on and everybody in the room either screeched in fando or horror. Well, except Jatt. The sudden flare of fluorescent light almost ripped the man's eyes out in sheer anger, creating the loudest groan ever erupted from such a robust Mando.

The Mountain of Mandalore knew of the Transo Gendo Mando, back on Chirstophi-lo-oa-pha-lala planet, the two inadvertently worked together. Not even close enough to acknowledge each other, but with reports of the two harassing Pub krif herders, Jatt knew about the Reptilian Trans Trando Mando eating the face of the Chiss republico commando.

Wait, why are we talking 'bout that? BACK TO JATT.

“TURN THE LIGHTS BACK OFF!”

A man shouted from the back, eating a face full of spice then being thrown out the club. No one ruined the entrance of Randy Rando the Trans Trando Mando. But with that out of the way, the girls went back to dancing, titties bouncing, asses flashing, and the lights went dark once more. Thank God. Jatt could get back to the Twi'lek staring him down, snorting enough spice off her bare chest to kill a Bith Sith named Th'ith with a lisp.

“Ughhhhh. Am I glad the Dominion happen'd... Good job, Prudii. Getting yer'self killed, really did everyone a' fava'h.”

 

[Logan]

The dancing neon lights of the Sundari nightlife came in dark and subdued through the nearly opaque lenses of Vesper's sunglasses. She was currently in the passenger seat of her luxury speeder, one of her many chauffeurs driving and the members of her band kicking it in the back. It had been quite some time since Ves had been back to Mandalore but everything still seemed so familiar. Her homeworld just had a.. feel about, a smell in the air. She hadn't even had a drink yet and somehow she felt intoxicated. It was probably just the sudden relief from homesickness she didn't know she had, or maybe a second hand high of the spice her drummer/bartender Zeep - whatever it was, it felt amazing.

The speeder pulled up to the rear entrance of Arasuum's Palace and stopped, Vesper hopping out and heading inside quickly but not too quickly. You never knew where weird ass paparazzi would be hiding, although harassing her on Mandalore probably wouldn't have been the best idea. Would be a good way to get your camera smashed and your face kicked in -- man she loved being back home.

People had been getting the stage ready for about half an hour before she had gotten there, dragging the instruments out and setting up a few laser light projectors and other fun stuff like that. Probably some fog machines too, her roadies were always partial to the fog machine. Standing just off to the side of the stage, Vesper could hear an announcer come over the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentleman, here to do a surprise performance in honor of our new Mand'alor, Vesper Almec!"

Walking out onto the stage, multicolored light blasting from the light machines and the fog machines starting to roll, Vesper grabbed the mic from the mic-stand and couldn't help but to let a massive grin spread across her face as many of the patrons cheered and started piling onto the dance floor even more than they had before.

"So I heard from someone tonight that me and you share some of the same favorite bands, Mand'alor. Turns out me and the guys have been practicing this for the new cover album, so this one's for you! Long live the Mand'alor!"

The band would then burst into playing their song, Vesper belting the lyrics as perfectly as if she had written the song herself.

 

[Chask274]

Cracking a grin and laughing, Aiden nodded at the newcomer who had their glasses refilled. "Thanks for that, vod! And I'd say so, Seera. Haven't seen a guy go down that hard since pissing off that Wookie that one time. Oh, here, let me help ya with that." Reaching into a pants pocket, he held out a clean hankerchief for Seera to use to clean up a bit. After that, he took a drink from his freshly filled glass, and faced Aryn. "Oh, I've been alright. Back's still sore from the shit on Roon, but nothing a couple glasses of booze can't fix!"

Any further comment to Aryn was cut off by the arrival of a pretty woman. Listening to the exchange between the two with an amused smirk, he raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. "Judging by the spice, you seem like the kind of girl who knows how to have fun. I like it."

@Arclight @Seera Lone @Prudence

 

[Kori Buor]

There was a chuckle from Asterion as the man said he couldn't complain so long as he kept getting drinks. Raising his glass in response, he stated, "Aye, I'll drink to that!" Then looking down realized his companion's glass was empty! Looking back at the bottle in his hand he nodded; it was only about a third of the way full, and the Mandalorian didn't think it was going to last the next twenty minutes, "It is! Not too bad if you ask me. You should definitely get some. It'll get you pretty buzzed at the very least!"

Taking another sip of the sweet liquor, Asterion pondered the man's statement. Had this Mandalorian known him too? With the constant buzz of the alcohol ringing in his ear, the man had a hard enough time focusing with all of the noise, the alcohol just made it worse. Though even at this close there was something vaguely familiar about the man, like they had once gone drinking, blacked out, and hadn't seen each other since. Hearing the name of the planet didn't bring up any memories, either it never happened or the events weren't terribly impactful to him. "Halmud? Place sounds familiar, but it's not ringing any bells."

After Dak took a drink of his tihaar, Asterion raised his own glass in a friendly toast.

"To endless drinks and getting completely wasted!" Taking a deep gulp of his own tihaar, Asterion put the bottle down and extended a hand towards the other Mandalorian. "I go by Asterion, but that one," he motions over to where Talia was, "has a whole slew of rather mean nicknames for some guy named Ral Vizsla. Guess she thinks I'm him." The Mandalorian would shrug his shoulders as he took another drink.

@Phœnix

 

[Sreeya]

“Yeeaaahhh I’m the Mand’alor, bitch!” Talia laughed out loud, realizing that she was inappropriately drunk by now. Her eyes were bloodshot and she kept moving to the beat, keeping her grip on the woman in front of her. As she began to mumble about Vegeta and Nappa, Talia had a glazed over look on her face, “I’d look… pretty weird bald, man.”

Talia felt herself be pulled into a hug and she didn’t stop the woman, letting her own hand snake down the woman’s back. Her fingers curled around the woman’s bottom for a playful squeeze before she leaned down to close the height distance. She slurred drunkenly into her ear, “Hooooow have I not met youuu beforeee?”

She laughed and pulled back, raising the woman’s hand and twirling her out before pulling her back in. Talia kept dancing, grabbing any drink that went by her. As Mand’alor, the drinks kept coming, and she was not one to deny free alcohol. Talia danced with Jean for a few more minutes before twirling her off towards the crowd.

Talia stumbled away from the dance floor, pausing in time for Randy to make a grand entrance. She would recognized that psychotic crocodile anywhere, the sight of him causing a grin. Talia made her way over to him at once, catching him get into a fistfight already. She rolled her eyes, grabbing a fizzy drink and sprinkling spice into it. Before Randy could beat someone to death, Talia stood near him, “OYYY! ARE YOU OFF YOUR MEDS AGAIN?!” She slapped him upside the head before smiling widely and stupidly at her friend for almost a decade now. Talia offered him the strange cocktail of booze and alcohol, and she may or may not have taken a sip already… “Drink this and try not to get kicked out…” She practically shoved the glass down his throat.

Talia flung her arm around him, still bobbing to the beat, “How you been, jackass? Your face eating story might beat out my Dark Lord Crispy one!” The whole area a dance floor now. People danced at the bar, on the floor, and everywhere else. She tilted her head and spotted that Aryn girl again, giving her a playful wink before her attention was taken again.

She spotted a female dancer walking by and promptly grabbed the massive, fluffy pink boa off her. Talia wrapped it around Randy’s neck instead, grimacing, “Your skins smell awful. You need to… wash that jacket or something…”

As Vesper Almec took the stage, Talia let out a very uncharacteristically, high pitched girly squeal, “NO WAY! NO KRIFFING WAY!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, raising up her drink and grinning widely as Vesper spoke The entire club erupted into applause as Vesper announced sharing favorite bands with Talia. She rushed towards the stage, cheering and throwing back more and more drinks. “WHOAAA WE’RE HALFWAY THERE!!!”

@Black Noise @Wit

 

[Karissa Fett]

Before the others got a chance to respond, a woman in a very revealing dress came up laughing and took Aryn's straw in her own mouth, draining a quarter of her drink.

"Oh uhhhh... thanks! Clarissa right? You look..." Looking her up and down, she felt a flush of warmth hit her as the copious amount of alcohol she had been drinking began its work. "You look good too." She couldn't quite remember the womans name, but was sure she had it close.

"You uhhh... you've got..." Not sure how to tell Karissa, she reached out with her index finger and wiped a bit of white powder off the woman's cheek before showing her. "You had something on your face..." Not entirely sure what to do with the now dust covered finger wavering in between them. Or what the dust was for that matter. Maybe make up or something?

Cracking a grin and laughing, Aiden nodded at the newcomer who had their glasses refilled. "Thanks for that, vod! And I'd say so, Seera. Haven't seen a guy go down that hard since pissing off that Wookie that one time. Oh, here, let me help ya with that." Reaching into a pants pocket, he held out a clean hankerchief for Seera to use to clean up a bit. After that, he took a drink from his freshly filled glass, and faced Aryn. "Oh, I've been alright. Back's still sore from the shit on Roon, but nothing a couple glasses of booze can't fix!"

Any further comment to Aryn was cut off by the arrival of a pretty woman. Listening to the exchange between the two with an amused smirk, he raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. "Judging by the spice, you seem like the kind of girl who knows how to have fun. I like it."

@Arclight @Seera Lone @Prudence

Karissa let out another giggle at the girl's botching her name and just bobbed her head down, taking another long swig of the champagne through her straw. Aryn was cute, and the small pink dress she wore was doing her all the favors. "It's Karissa actually but that's okay."

She feigned humility when Aryn complimented her back and beamed a smile back at the young girl. Her response was cut off as Aryn stuck a finger towards Karissa's face, wiping her cheek with her finger and showing it to her. She could tell immediately that it was more glitterstim and she just grinned like an idiot as Aryn bumbled around trying to figure out what the drug was, "It's glitterstim Aryn! Lick it!" She said between laughs. Her attention was then distracted by the man that Aryn had been talking to, and Karissa's vision drifted to him. She looked him over and gave a sly smile, "Oh you know I do. I'd offer you some too but Aryn there has my last bit on her finger."

She waved down a server droid and picked up a strong clear drink, taking a long sip of it, "And you would be?" The question was directed back to Aiden, her eyes scanning over him like a predator over her next meal. She was vaguley aware that Rando Rando the Trans Trando Mando was making a scene as he entered the room, but she wasn't paying him mind at the moment.

 

[Arcangel]

Aryn looked at her finger in shock as Karissa exclaimed what exactly was on her finger. "Oh... uhhhhh... i dunno, i've never done..." Trainling off as she saw Talia moving towards the bar out of the corner of her eye. She felt a flutter in her stomach as the Mand'alor gave her a playful wink. What the hell. she thought as she looked at the spice on her finger. Bringing the drug towards her mouth she gave it a tentative lick. The powder had a harsh chemical taste, and she scrunched up her face for a moment before popping the finger in her mouth to clean the spice off of it. Her mouth tingled and an energetic buzzing filled her brain. But it still tasted terrible. Upending her glass, spilling the ever faithful straw onto the floor, Aryn downed what Karissa had left of her drink to get the taste out of her mouth. A small wave of ecstasy washed through her body, mixed with the numbing flush of all the booze she had drank.

It was just then that the music cut and a band came on stage. Not any band, but Vesper Almec! With a girlish squeal of excitement, Aryn forgot about whatever conversation she had been having and rushed towards the stage, finding herself even with Talia. Seeing the woman grabbing shots off trays as she made her way forwards, Aryn followed suit and grabbed a bubbling green shot off a passing tray that was held up by a blue Twi'lek, who appeared to have some sort of powder lingering on her chest. Throwing back the drink, Aryn grimaced at the taste, which reminded her of a mix of engine oil and the spice she had just tasted. Coming up behind Talia she bumped bodily into the woman as she jumped up and down with the crowd singing, another spice fueled wave of euphoria, this time more powerful, crashing through her.

"WOOOOAAAH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!"

 

[Lanre]

"If I have to listen to anymore of this shit music, I might just save you the trouble and knock myself out. Kriffing space boonies in here," Lanre groused as he approached Kann.

Giving the Mandalorian a superfluous glancing over and looking none too impressed, the older man frowned and raised his hands, right knuckles leading while he held the left in reserve, below the chin. "You can bring a friend, if you want. And some women if that'll make you feel any safer. I'll wait." Extending his right arm and holding the fist aloft, Lanre dipped his chin in greeting. "If not, name's Moody. Bump fists with me --" He trailed off, groping for the other man's name. "And then we can get started."

 

[Chask274]

Aiden waved at her in a dismissive gesture, returning her smile in kind. "Nah, it's fine, I'm not one for spice anyways. Booze is plenty enough for my purposes." He watched as Aryn all but sprinted towards the stage as the popstar daughter of the Prime Minister came on stage. Chuckling at both Aryn and the Mand'alor's fangirlish antics, he turned back to Karrisa to answer her question. "My name's Aiden. Aiden Fett. Nice to meet ya, Karissa." Pausing to gulp down the remainder of his now fifth glass of liquor of the night, he gave Karissa a broad grin. "So, care to join me on the dance floor? Can't let Aryn and the Mand'alor make fools of themselves all on their own, now can we?" He spun around and began walking backwards towards the dance floor, waving at Karissa in a "come on then" sort of gesture.

@Prudence