Big Fun on Serenno

[Rinoa]

The Shady Sands Nightclub
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While it's inception was still very recent, the Imperial Academies hosted a relatively saturated cast of characters and students, all of whom were next in line to bring greatness to the ever expanding net the Sith cast over the grateful galaxy. All the same, a lot of them were still only people, and intense studies and training could be pretty damn stressful for a lot of them. Shore leave was a godsend for many, and a lot of them liked to flock to clubs and bars, one of the more popular ones located on the Hub of Imperial Activity: Serenno. The Shady Sands Nightclub was a good place to go, not only to take the load off and relax, but also to potentially connect with future co-workers, subordinates, and superiors. A lot of people liked to visit these places at night to take the lay of the land and do some long term networking so that they could emerge from the academy in as advantageous a position as possible.

Rinoa was not one of those people.

"Ok, ok, so dust...then shot...then fruit?" She slurred, her face muscles twitching into mildly confused shapes. She had to have looked like a complete idiot to all the kiddies, though she couldn't exactly blame them. She wasn't the most up to date on things like drinking games or the latest dance moves, whereas everyone else kept fresh on the take with almost religious fervor. Perhaps it was a symptom of not having as much to do as the people who were in active service, oooor maybe they were just better than her at functioning without sleep.
"No no, other way around!" The fresh faced cadet corrected, swapping the shot glass and Aurilian Fruit in her hands around so she could properly take her licking. Rinoa took a deep breath, steadying herself in the bar stool, and chomped on the fruit, her teeth sinking deep within it's flesh as she began to draw in, sucking all it's deliciously sour juices into her mouth. Immediately following that, she threw the shot down her gullet and inhaled the dust as a top off. It was like her whole body was set on end, the juice and shot burning down her throat while the dust sent electricity coursing through her brain, the entire club exploding in the most spectacular lightshow.
"Ok, I see why you like it!" She chuckled drunkenly, patting the cadets shoulder before sliding off the stool and stumbling into the mass crowds.

Life was good...

 

[Vladimir Sanguinus]

Alastair was never much of a fan of the whole club scene, not participating in it at least. The Vahla Sorcerer sat in a corner booth watching all the people reveling in their drinks, drugs and tomfoolery. A glass of Corellian merlot in his left hand and a slight smirk curling one corner of his mouth. Though he was not an active participant in the party he did very much enjoy observing everyone else. The controlled chaos of the dance floor, all the raw emotion in the air.

He waved off a Zabrak trying to sell him death sticks for the third time in the last hour, he reasoned the man was so high he had forgotten who he had already tried to sell to.

As the Zabrak pusher stumbled away Alastair subtly reached out with the force and gave him a nudge into another man's drink, causing a spill and a veritable river of apologies. Which were...accepted before both parties moved on. Alastair had really just wanted to see if a club-wide fight would break out like in the holovids, he had to admit he was a little dissappointed that it didn't.

Sipping his wine he looked around to see if there was anyone even remotely interesting amonst the crowd.

 

[Talia Vex]

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Despite the heated air of countless imperial cadets letting off steam, either through the imbibing of alcohol, drugs or just general debauchery, there was a slight wave of unease washing through the raven haired figure as she stepped down the steps and into the nightclub. Some of the Sith she had been in contact with had recommended the place with high regard, some even spouting that it would be a good idea for her to get used to being around people once again and "stop being such a feral bitch". The words being carried with the Barbarian Knights usual direct means of conversational skill, then again given her interactions with Brandr so far. The female hadn't found him to be most eloquent of the Siths ranks.

Cautiously the female moved deeper into the crowd, her gaze shifting back and forth across her surroundings, like a wild animal in unfamiliar territory making sure that if there were any threats near by she had accounted for them. Her gaze narrowed as she regarded a male zabrak peddling some form of substance, though despite the tell tale horned features, the male lacked the tribal tattoos that she had expected to have seen from those of his kind on Dathomir.

Cutting a clear path around the unpredictable throng of movement on the dance floor, the raven haired lost Jedi made her way over towards the bar counter. Her gaze locking with one of the bar tenders who wasted no time in asking for her choice in beverage. "Yaede" Talia spoken simply, the request had taken the barman by surprise. "Don't get many asking for that, you from Dathomir?" the man inquired as he turned his back to the raven haired female to retrieve a bottle from the back of a dusty shelf. "Yes I from Dathomir" the raven haired figure responded as she watched the man prepare and warm her drink before handing it over.

Placing a credit chip down on the counter with a simple nod Talia lifted the warm glass to her lips and gently sipped at the alcoholic beverage. Her eyes widening as the once long forgotten taste cascaded throughout her senses, it had been long before Ilum, he'll even before she joined the Jedi that she had last tasted the drink. The expression of a long forgotten nostalgia being realised, soon darkened as it brought back the bitterness that was held for her home planet, well mostly the clan that decided to hunt her out the night she came of age.

Pressing the thoughts of her banishment aside, the raven haired figure moved away from the bar and moved over towards the side, withdrawing from the crowd slightly into an alcove in the wall. Quietly observing the interactions of the crowds whilst slowly sipping away at her drink.

 

[Rinoa]

Rinoa bumped and danced and slid through the hive of moving shapes and blurs, waddling around in an almost dance-like gallop from opening to opening. She didn't have any real direction tonight, she tended to just let the wind take her wherever and hoped that it would pay off for her. Flying by the seat of your pants was usually the way to go at a party, especially if you can become prone to being a snarky killjoy. As her friends had told her, sit back and just enjoy the ride, otherwise you'll find everyone else wanting to throw you off. So, that's what she did, and that's what she's done since, and she had to admit, it was good advice, and usually it sat there in the back of her mind to remind her to enjoy things when stuff got annoying...which normally happened when she was drunk...wait, why was she thinking it n-

Her speeder of thought was abruptly brought to a crashing halt as someone figured it would be a good idea to collide with her, not only spilling their drink all over her new outfit, but consequently knocking her own drink from her hand. No doubt it was now lost in the swarm, shattered and making itself at home inside the shoes and feet of various partygoers, but those thoughts were firmly in the back of Rinoa's mind as she grabbed the Zabrak and pulled him up to eye level (not a difficult task at just over 5 feet), ready to see how far she could dig those spikes down his throat.
"What the kark man!!? Are those thorns on your dome cutting into your brain?? Look where you're damn well going next time!" She howled, throwing him aside and dismissing his presence in the crowd just as quickly as it came. She looked down at her outfit, now covered in Rodian Whiskey, and groaned loudly, huffing and crossing her arms like a child as she now found herself kicking the floor slightly and staring at her feet. Yes, she was immature, and she wasn't afraid to admit that - it was a party, they are made for the immature, and if she wanted to act like a baby in a huff then by the Force, she was gonna be the stroppiest diva this side of the Rim!

A slight shimmer caught the glance of her eye however, and Rinoa's head darted back up and zeroed in on a stranger sitting in a booth. She cocked her head slightly at his presence, it was...interesting. First, he sat by himself and in the corner, you just didn't do that in a party unless you were watching people. Second, he wasn't dressed like a partygoer, he looked more like a Coruscant toff out and about for a nightly stroll with a cigarra and a shiny cane. Third, and this seemed like something purely she could sense, but something felt...off, about him. She couldn't say what, but he just exuded a certain sense of mystery, uniqueness...or maybe the drinks had already gone completely to her head and she wanted to bed him...or both really.

She hummed softly to herself, the gears turning a little in her head before she made up her mind. She started to move toward him, strolling as casually as she could toward the booth without trying to seem like she was about to walk up and sock him over the face (some people have accused her of having one of those faces). As she got closer, she reached into her cleavage and produced a small pack of cigarras, slipping one into her mouth and lighting it with a snap of her fingers, a light spark of force coalescing at the tips of the finger and the thumb. She offered the box toward the stranger as she reached his booth, leaning against the opposite side of it with a curious chesire cat like smirk. "You don't seem like a Death Stick guy, how about something a little less lethal?" She asked politely.

@One For Sorrow @Plebometer

 

[Vladimir Sanguinus]

Alastair smirked as the Zabrak nearly got turned inside out by the woman he had crashed into, he would not have been surprised if the dealer had soiled himself.

The woman, who was decidedly odd, seemed to feeze in thought for a moment. As if she was wrestling with herself over some descision. Eventually she ended up coming over to his table and offering him a cigarra.

"I do not usually partake of any drugs, I find they muddle the mind far too much. Though I do on occasion enjoy a good cigarra."

He said, accepting the offer with a nod of thanks before lighting it with his own small -but black- force flame. Taking a long drag and savoring the smoke before exhaling it upwards.

"I must apologize for that oaf's bumping into you, I may have....given him a nudge to see if a fight would break out. I will gladly reimburse you for any irreversible damage to your outfit."

He was silent for several moments, alternating between his wine and cigarra while watching the people nearby and his new acquaintance.

"Alastair Valkyrion."

He said with no other explanation, extending his hand as soon as he realized he had forgotten to introduce himself.

@Plebometer @TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Narri Emrour]

It was with a slightly fuzzy mind and body that Narri entered the nightclub, the buzz running through her egging her on. Oh this had been a good night so far, full of booze and spice and happiness. Even better was that she was still raring to go, even after imbibing enough to take out creatures bigger than her. Truly the law of tolerance was a wonderous thing. Still, while the force kept her mind mostly clear....their was the slightest unsteadiness to her stride. To the beings all around, it was like a walking open for business sign. Her figure and dress didn't help either, her long shoulder free black dress adding additional appeal to her figure. As such, she was only a few steps into the throng when potential suitors were clamoring at her.

A few backed down at the sight of her burn scars, and the very visible cybernetic left arm. But most continued onwards regardless, backed by liquid courage or their massive ego's. Narri was in a good moment at the moment, and she was feeling quite charitable. As such, she was willing to turn away the first few with mere words and expressions of her disinterest. It never failed however, that a few didn't understand what no meant...and she hadn't even made it to the bar when a scaly arm was drooped around her shoulders. Almost instantly it tried to retract, to pull her into the embrace of the larger reptilian as she heard a hiss of a voice start to speak. Yeah no, she put a stop to the right away, slamming her metal fist into the Barabel's gut, using the force to wrench him into the air and hurl him away.

And just like that...she was free to continue unopposed, a momentary circle of caution forming around her. Rolling her eyes at the predictability, the Twi'lek sauntered over to the bar and grabbed a cocktail. She looked around curiously for anything that might interest her. Normally she wasn't much for seeking company at these events, sticking with people she knew or just spicing out with the free booze. Right now though she was feeling it though, plus she had an itch that needed scratching. Shiver cast her yellow tainted eyes around the crowds, searching for that special someone that might satisfy her. At least this was Serreno, a place with far more suitable candidates in her opinion. The red skinned Sith pushed herself off the table and back into the crowd, flitting through the throngs effortlessly. @TheBrokenMadMan ​

 

[Rinoa]

He was certainly interesting to look at, if anything. Pale skin and long flowing white hair was usually the stuff of fantasy stories and POW's that spent a decade rotting in a hole somewhere. There was a certain attraction that Rinoa couldn't deny though, but then again, she would screw a Hutt all night long with the proper application of Liquor, a pale ghoul wouldn't be too far from her type. He accepted the Cigarra, much to her delight, though she raised an eyebrow when he decided to be a little smartass and use her own trick against her.
"Ah, an eloquent ripoff, how I love them so," She retorted, chuckling softly as she breathed in deeply, letting the smoke burn down her throat with all it's relaxing pain.

She probably would have continued the conversation if the clamoring of voices nearby didn't start to gain some traction and rise above the general schmorgasbord of techno and screaming teens. Rinoa turned on her heel, gazing toward the general area and laying eyes upon the growing hive of oglers gathering together in clumps to try and play a game of tap-ass with a Twi'lek. It was a testament to the stereotypes and stigma surrounding the species that, even with a robot arm and...is that a burn scar? Looks like one. The point being, even when not fitting the complete description and damaged in some way, humans still regarded Twi'leks with lust and obsession...and Rinoa would be lying if she said she didn't agree with them. There was just something about the fact that almost all the Twi'leks she met and/or bedded were young and slender and highly promiscuous, it lended a certain assuming mind to things. Still, she didn't look like the type who'd appreciate a passing hand groping her, as evidenced by the human she wasted no time tossing into the air and whom was currently heading straight towards he- oh crap.

Rinoa quickly stepped to the side as the would-be touchy feely person collided with the hard leather booth, practically pulverizing his teeth upon the edge. She spared a glance at him with a smirk and looked back to her Elven looking friend with a nod. "If you'll excuse me, I'm off to do foolhardy and bold things," She said with a mad grin. With all the veracity and bravery of a soldier, and the giddiness of a schoolgirl, she scurried back into the crowd, circling around the woman with an almost predatory efficiency. As she neared her rear, she plucked a glass of ale from it's holder, leaving them dazed and confused, before coming up behind her and resting her arm on the Twi'lek's shoulder, dangling the drink in front of her. "You draw a hell of a crowd, figured you might need some brain bleach to keep the idiots from ruining your night."

@Narsi @One For Sorrow

 

[Narri Emrour]

She didn't miss the sudden presence within the crowd, the aura of a powerful force user adding a strong allure to the thronging masses. Obviously it was another Sith, especially in a place like this, one which Jedi wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. The presence was getting closer too, homing in on her like a hungry wolf. Shiver stopped moving, sighing slightly as she drank the rest of her cocktail and prepared to hit someone. What had happened to the good old days when people saw injuries occur and actually took the hint?

Right on cue, another arm was draped around her shoulders, dangling an ale in front of her. Narri heard the suitor out this time, if only because of the drink that had been brought. To her surprise however...it was a clearly feminine tone that tickled her ears. Narri blinked in shock and turned to look, carefully claiming the drink with her flesh hand. She found herself facing a young human woman with black hair, maybe an inch or two shorter than her. It was indeed a Sith, one she recognized slightly though the actual name eluded her.

Narri raised an eyebrow at the woman, giving her a quick once over with her eyes. Not bad, not bad at all, the Twi'lek lowered her metal fist back to her hip, relaxing it gradually. Ok, she could stand to humor this, for the moment at least. "Well, I do tend to have that effect, though the idiots have always been easily dealt with. " Narri tossed a meaningful glance back at the earlier "idiot" who was still on the ground. "And you? Are you going to be another one of those idiots?" Narri drew a bit closer, taking a drink and tilting her head to the side. "You certainly don't look like the last few bozos, just what might your name be?
@Panda

 

[Rinoa]

Rinoa would have been lying to herself if she had said she wasn't a bit nervous hitting on the woman that just tossed a full grown man across the dance floor. It wasn't that she couldn't defend herself, she was more than capable, she just wasn't a fan of confrontation if it could be avoided, and of course, there was the matter of avoiding a bruised ego if she could. She let out a small breath she didn't even realize she was holding in when she saw the red hand clasp her offer with a firm grip, smiling sheepishly as the Twi'lek turned. The woman was an absolute stunner, those curves squeezed against that dress, all set against that fiery eyed backdrop...mmmm. She would need to be careful and smart if she wanted to get off on a good foot with her...it was too bad she was drunk then.

"Depends on your definition of idiot...if it's idiotic to think and say you are absolutely stunning, and that I want to drink and dance with you till we're singing Trandoshan Nursery Rhymes up and down the street, then I guess that would make me the premiere Village Idiot on Serenno," She explained, she smile sharpening into a smirk as she offered a hand. "As for my looks, I like to cut a nice figure, tends to distract from the idiocy, not to mention I appreciate some ogling now and then...from the right people, anyway." She looked toward the bar, now starting to free up a little, and then around her, toward the dance floor. "Drink? Dance? Bathroom fun? What's your pleasure tonight m'lady?"

@Narsi

 

[Narri Emrour]

Narri smirked lightly as she considered the other woman, sipping her drink in silence for a moment. The other Sith was drunk already she could see, testament to a night full of fun no doubt. But it was a good drunk though, hovering on that little line between plastered and buzzed that made nights fun. The girl still had some eloquence at least, and probably most of her wits. Good, Narri wanted at least a little out of the night before complete departure from sobriety. And she was liking this woman, the figure and attitude, all very tempting, like she found a sympathetic soul.

Hmmm but what to start with? All those suggestions were good at the moment, though there was one that she was really considering. Narri glanced over to the dance floor casually for a moment, noting all the spare space. She hadn't tried her moves for a while, maybe this was the time, while she had a capable looking partner. Narri finally made her decision and with a flick of her wrist sent her drink hovering across the room to a table. She then reached out to grab the proffered hand before starting to walk towards the dance floor, trying to tug the other Sith along.

On the way over, she would try to suddenly pull Rinoa in closer, close enough to speak into her ear. "I think I'd like to see how you move on your feet first. You know, make sure your worthy of moving in other ways. " They stepped onto the floor, Narri uncaringly shoving a few people out of the way as a new song started up. "Also," Narri stopped in the center and looked inquisitively at the shorter woman for a moment, shifting her grip so that her hands lay on her shoulders. "I didn't quite get your name?" She was already starting to sway with the beat, lekku twitching as the lyrics started up. Hmmm, a bit slow for her tastes but it seemed well suited for duos. @Panda

 

[Rinoa]

The mere moments felt like so much more as Rinoa waited on her answers, her eyes scanning up and down and up and down a thousand times over, just so she could take in every morsel of her curvaceous and, ahem, plump form. She was no expert in reading people, but the fact she hadn't been thrown to the floor or simply left alone to stew seemed like a good sign. If she had to guess based on what she could proffer from those eyes, mulling things over as she slowly drew from the glass she gave her, it seemed like the fancy missus was giving it some thought, maybe she even liked her. Rinoa took this brief moment to thank the Force that she wasn't entirely sloshed, else the outcome might have been very different.

She seemed to like what she had to offer though, her head turning toward the dance floor shortly before Rinoa felt a tug on her arm. It came as something of a surprise and she very nearly stumbled, but she wasn't that easy to unbalance, and she merely wavered a little as she scurried alongside her, a small laugh forced from her drunken lips. Part of her didn't want to get too close, both out of self preservation and because she had quite the adequate view of her rump from here, and that was certainly something she would rank as a highlight of the night. Not that she complained when she was pulled closer toward the Twi'lek, her words sending a soft tingling down her spine and making her shudder.

She had to admit, the song wasn't really her speed, but all the same, she'd been given the opportunity to get a good lay or potentially make a new friend, either one was a fun idea and she didn't want to waste it, even pissed out of her head and seeing dwarves and stars everywhere. Her arms came up and wrapped loosely around the woman's lower torso, just above her waist - didn't want to go that far just yet, pace and buildup was important.
"I'm Rinoa," She chirped cheerfully, swaying her own hips in sync with Narri's. "If I might boomerang that same tidbit back to you Miss...?"

@Narsi

 

[Narri Emrour]

Ah Rinoa, yes she recognized the name now. A Sith knight who had recently risen to prominence, or so she heard at least. In truth, Narri rarely paid attention to such reports. She was surprised she'd remembered as much as she did about this woman, it must've been the pretty face that had drawn that marginally larger amount of attention. And apparently the woman was a kindred soul in that regard, as she didn't know who Narri was. What a pleasant surprise, most Sith and even others often knew who she was. Good, it meant Rinoa wasn't one of those fanboy or stalker types. It meant the other woman was genuinely interested in her, or for her form at least, which was just fine with her.

Mirroring the Sith's grip with one of her own, Narri started the dance proper, taking the lead across the dance floor as the more lively bit of the tune started. "Emrour " She finally responded, bobbing and swaying sharply with the music and lyrics. "Master Emrour officially I suppose. To you however..I would like to be known as Narri and Narri only." The two strutted across the floor with the beat, casually stealing the show from some of the other couples. "I'm serious about that by the way, " She whispered in the other Sith's ear as they moved, "Its sounds so stuffy and boring, not at all how I'd like ours or any meeting like this to be. Don't you think?" The song was proceeding quicker than she'd expected actually, and her movements and the girls were matching up very smoothly.

She decided then and there, this was going beyond just the dance. Once again she leaned in close, whispering into the humans ear as the music started to wind down. "Well, I'm convinced now. But do you want another before we move on? Or perhaps something else?" She left this decision up to Rinoa, Narri had already her decision after all. Now she just had to make sure the other Sith was on the same page, not something she was anticipating an issue with in the slightest. So whatever the other woman wanted from here, Narri was along for the ride. @Panda

 

[Zangra Lothatine]

Zangra walked into the club with a nasty scowl on his face. He had once again been looked over by his superiors when he was surely the most competent man to lead the mission. He was not the most sociable person and this has not been to any club before. He couldn't say he liked their aesthetic, too many roiling bodies for his liking. He just hoped he could get a decent drink and maybe some favors from this mish mash of body parts.

He pushed through the crowd, knocking some people over and spilling more than a few drinks. No one challenged the man in a imperial command suit, though, that would end badly for them. He noticed a few other club go-ers at a nearby table and made his way towards them with a scowl.

"The names Zangra lothatine, but you can call me Tang ," said a rather gruff voice. The alien plopped himself down into a seat and gave a toothy grin that was only marginally less scowl-like than his previous scowl.