Open Social IT'S RAGGINNNN TIME

[Z'Kair]

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OOC: Open to everyone except that Raze bastard​

Their raid had gone off without a hitch, and Kai was in a great mood. The loot was bigger than anything he could ever have stolen himself. Naturally most of his cut went towards his mother, but he spared himself some to give himself some much needed time off. The pirate crew made their way over to the Corporate Sector to party it up.

The trio were aboard the luxury ferry liner Lady of Mindor that had been operating for over a century. The interior was completely decked out for partying and entertaining. Kai and the others were in a VIP area in a massive party hall. There were aliens dancing on poles, a pool with a foam party happening (Kai made sure to avoid that at all costs) and more drinks than they could ever consume.

Kai was on his third shot for the night, throwing it back after clinking his glass against the others. He was adorned in new clothing, actually obtaining a long coat that was more fitting of his profession without giving it away. The Fiani was all smiles as he was surrounded by a group of alien women.

The yacht would slowly cruise between Roonadan and Ammuud, the entire barge a party boat. The place was ripe for crime, though Kai was off the clock for tonight. He was going to let loose and enjoy himself for the first time in a long time.

@Fine Dining Set @Mr. Teatime @Versok

 

[Maeve]

Maeve was in a fairly good mood, simply vibing in the club to the sounds of the music and the electrifying neon lights. Business was going rather well, and in fact she had even followed Kai's advice for once. Instead of having signed up for the next risky heist, she had hooked a Corpo CEO of some business that was neither too small, nor too big, just the perfect conditions for her to thrive in.

The gentleman wasn't even too bad looking, but he had known what he had signed up for and he probably also knew she wouldn't stay long, but it didn't bother him a lot as when he had led her into the club - all he had wanted was to show her off to some of his associates and she could pose as the eye candy for sure. However, he was terribly boring and she was in no mood to sit on a table and listen to completely, not-at-all funny jokes the whole night, so after a few rounds of drinks, when the mood was high-spirited, she had made him take a little nap with something helpful she kept stored in her purse.

He was happily drooling now, head buried in his arms on the table, and his coworkers too focused on their conversations, so that she had actually managed to get away and enjoy herself. She was adorned in an elegant, tight black cut-out dress, her hairs softly curled and draped across her shoulder.

Fate was wicked though. Obviously, it didn't take long until he spotted Kai and what she assumed was his crew in the VIP area of the club. They had parted on better terms last time, and looking at him, she realized that business had apparently been rather good, so as he met her gaze, she actually rose her glass into the air, giving him a little nod before her lips curled into a smirk.

He was a crook still, but she respected the hustle and it seemed like for once, he had gotten rather successful, maybe because he had followed an actual plan...regardless, Maeve wanted to enjoy her night, and so while she didn't feel the urge to go over for now, she could still play it nice for the night, keeping up the truce.

@Sreeya

 

[Doorcuttah]

The age of the Orcolan had yet to come, where gold and other shiny things flowed like water off a uh floaty things back. They were a vast and powerful race, tall and proud but mostly humble and round. It would take a fierce leader to take the mighty Orcs from being simple communal folk, into the war machine they were always meant to be.

But that would never be Doorcuttah.

A rather dimwitted and simple being, Dorc knew no limits to his ability, nor did he ever give up. Despite the odds, and at great personal expense, he would always achieve his goal either by brute forcing it or moving the field goals until it was achieved.

An expert slicer, who could barely even remember his own passcodes, was aided by the lovely Polly - his droid parrot companion. For now the lumbering giant passed gently through the crowds until he reached the bar, gingerly hoping to spend his last few remaining credits on having a great time.

"OI BOZZ." He aimed to seek the attention of the barkeep politely. "I'ZE BE NEEDZ DA BESTEST BARREL YOU'ZE GOT, YA 'EAR ME?" He quietly placed his order. The droid held a small tea towel, bewildered at the Orcolan's request. Fortunately, Polly, as always, came to the rescue. "DATZ NOT WUT IZ ORDAH'D, YA 'ILLY GIT." Curiously, a handful of credits only went so far in an expensive establishment.

Nonetheless, the Orcolan promptly forgot his complaint once the drink was in hand and turned to investigate the scene developing behind him.

@Sreeya @LadyRen

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had been beginning to gain control over Subterrel's mining operations. This put him in some wealthier circles, some individuals had been wanting to celebrate an investment his partners made. Though he normally wasn't one to party he hadn't winded down in a while. His outfit was a mix of stylish but allowed him to hide his throwing daggers underneath. Though he shouldn't need them he felt naked without some form of weaponry.

The group he was with were busy talking business. Using the fact they were all distracted he made his way to the bar. "Hey sweetie what can I get ya." He looked over the menu of drinks trying to find one that sounded good. "I'll have a sex on the beach please." The lady gave him a skeptical look before she started pouring his drink. She set down the drink with a smile. Grabbing it he took a swig before turning around and checking the going ons of the partiers.

@Sreeya @LadyRen @Xorism

 

[Chef HoloFlex]

PARTY YACHT

A party was well-earned for the intrepid crew of the Scurvy Fox. After a truly dashing and daring set of escapades involving slick space maneuvers, bloodstained ladles, energy drink sales, and bad disguises, a break from the chaos was necessary. Of course, said break would only lead to more chaos in the form of drunken pirate stupor, but hey. It's a party! Might as well have fun with it.

Chef Hans 'HoloFlex' Bunson, a giant slab of meat and muscle, loved a good party. For one, it was a chance for him to cater: He made sure that all the bars on ship were fully stocked with Emryc Energy (the drink that he may or may not have sold a house to pay for). The menu, too, was hand selected by the thick Orc. Throughout the halls of the shift wafted scents of lovingly prepared deviled eggs, roast pomork, meat vine, and whatever other strange and delicious foods the mind could conjure. Flex didn't cook it alone certainly; his fellow crewmates advised him to take a day off. But the instinct to chef-it-up emanated from within his soul, so he couldn't help but to make a few dishes and carry a few trays in the mega yacht's luxurious kitchen.

In terms of an outfit, he kept it simple. A black t-shirt that highlighted his truly gargantuan biceps and some tight, frayed black jeans. His braided hair was tied back behind his head.

He wasn't typically the type to 'let loose' in this kind of way. Heavy drinking killed his macros, and he really lived such a crazy, stupid life that crazy parties had lost their appeal. However, since joining a crew and retiring the solo act, he had become more open-minded and extroverted.

As he eyed across the bar, he saw another Orc of truly massive proportions. An inspiration. Tray of deviled eggs in hand, he approached the orc Doorcuttah, waving away the bartender droid who was fussing over credits. Flex leaned over the bar - splattering the idle drinks that littered the countertop - and produced a bottle of a dark rum. "First round's on me, brother." He began to line up Orc-sized shots for the two of them to share. "If you tell me your bulk routine, man."

@Sreeya @Xorism @Javier esschoolbus @LadyRen

 

[Param Vour]

Param flowed through the crowds of partiers and neer-do-wells. Her black, side lace dress a contrast to her paleness. The necklace Trael had given her hung from her neck, accentuated by the long silver hair that flowed over her shoulders around it. She'd never quite dressed up like this before, but Master Thel had given her access to his bank. A decision he no doubt regretted now.

Making her way to the bar, she ordered a green cocktail garnished with a pepper of all things. The spicy liquid was refreshing, the kick coming in a slow burn after taste that made her tongue tingle. With a contented smile her silver eyes roamed the yacht for her. People of all shapes and sizes, with good intentions and bad, all in one place having the time of their lives. It sure beat the Sith gatherings on Mustafar.

Before she even realized, she found herself staring at a familiar face. A warm smile spread across her lips. She strut in slow, elegant steps toward him, stopping just close enough that she didn't have to yell for him to hear her. "Hey, Kodi," she said, beaming. He was celebrating something, that much was for sure. Param just hoped it was because his creepervines grew to their full potential. It probably wasn't though.

@Sreeya @Xorism @Fine Dining Set @Javier esschoolbus @LadyRen

 

[Zhaan Duran]

Duran clinked his shot glass against Kai's and downed the drink, laughing and humming badly along to the songs playing in the background. He wasn't a real fancy dress sort of guy, likely owing to the years as a young navigator stuck in stuffy Ascendency uniforms. He stuck instead to his far more comfortable old reliable, tattoos on full display. As usual, though, he put put particular care into his most excellent hair.

"Think we'll 'ventually bag one of these?" he asked Kai conspiratorily, referring to the luxury yacht. Zhaan was only half joking, truth be told. Yacht security couldn't be that good, right? Flagging down a waiter droid, Zhaan made the call for good pints -pints were insisted upon- of expensive craft beer to wash the shots down. And some snacks.

The newly 'acquired' ship was going along in good order, there were drinks, dancers, and music abound, and they'd made a damn good amount of money. Who'd known getting thrown into a bar, flying on a shit chandelier, distracting a mad Feeorin with a broad, greasy man, and escaping on half a speeder could end up so well? Or... was it a speeder? His memory of that bit was a bit fuzzy. Could've been a bicycle.

Zhaan shrugged vaguely to himself. "Should get you a new piece with the creds, mate," he suggested fairly out of nowhere. He'd been about to go into the finer points of sidearm selection when a young woman showed up. Duran looked between the Fiani and the woman.

"Should I, uh..?" He thumbed over his shoulder and double-clicked his tongue, meaning 'get the fuck lost.'

@Sreeya @TheDudeMike

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

The moment that Ferrin caught wind of the Party Yacht, it was almost a given that he’d find a way into attendance. The Pantoran had already been scheduled to visit the Corporate Sector - investigating the lingering claim of businesses supporting the regime of terror that Raze had instituted across the Core. It meant keeping his identity as a Jedi a strict secret, blending seamlessly into society.

It was a task that came far-too-naturally to the Pantoran, and gave him the perfect excuse to indulge in the bustling nightlife.

It didn’t take long for Ferrin to begin weaving his way through the crowds that skirted the dancefloor - gradually making his way towards the busy bar. The Pantoran was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, coupled with a white button-down with the sleeves rolled above his forearms. His shirt was left unbuttoned closer to the collar, revealing the upper portion of his toned chest and the golden necklace that hung at his collarbone.

He opted to leave behind his lightsabers or any other identifying items, leaving little opportunity to be recognized. Unlike Ezra or Leon, Ferrin had kept an entirely low profile before the Galaxy, and was perfectly fine with that.

As he approached the bar, Ferrin planted an arm down against the counter - jutting his chin towards the others nearby before flagging down the bartender to order himself a drink.

“Thornebomb to start,” He said with a grin - watching as the bartender proceeded to drop his shot into a glass of the Emryc Energy that Flex had so diligently ensured was fully stocked. All the while, Ferrin was shamelessly watching whatever side-piece drama was about to unfold as Param entered the scene and tensions immediately rose.

 

[Wolfe Thawne]

Wolfe wasn't typically one for luxury or big parties; loud music, flashing lights, and tons of unknown people weren't exactly his low-key style. However, the wealthy Corellian banker with a side hustle in tax evasion and embezzlement he'd just collected the bounty on had a ticket to the luxury yacht he'd decided to keep as part of his payment. Truth be told, between bounties, bodyguard gigs, and odd jobs, the mercenary needed a break.

Wolfe had decided to dress the part, as he walked around the party wearing an outfit consisting of black shirt with deep blue and gold accents and a matching coat that hung from his shoulders that featured a large shoulder pad of faux fur.

The Serenno native strode just to the edge of the VIP area, an additional perk of his ticket, surveying the scene. Wolfe didn't recognize anyone — not that he maintained any friends or even many acquaintances — though there was a trip at the bar that looked to be having an especially good time. The mercenary made his way towards the bar, past a group of what looked to be businesspeople deep in conversation, and took up a spot towards the end as he asked the bartender what was good.

Wolfe downed a shot of whiskey the bartender had offered, requesting another as he adjusted his jacket. These types of events tended to get social, which was not his forte, but maybe he'd me lucky enough to find an easy conversation with a similarly introverted individual. ​

 

[Maeve]

The dancing made her thirsty and so after a while, she decided to head for the bar. The club was relatively crowded, the atmosphere great and she was really enjoying the time off. There were a few wealthy party-goers around and she had put her eyes on a few that already seemed relatively buzzed and yet inattentive, but she quickly reminded herself that the night was still young and she didn't necessarily have to acquire some more jewels tonight. Again, she thought back to what Kai had said, perhaps hustling wasn't always necessary.

Upon reaching the bar, she slid right into a bar stool next to a handsome stranger (@Javier esschoolbus) who had just ordered himself a drink, and glancing at the colorful, fruity and refreshing looking beverage, she met the bartenders gaze. "The same, please", she told her with a smirk, before her gaze flicked towards the blonde haired man.

"If it's not good, I might blame you", she quipped, giving him a playful wink before the lady shoved her cocktail towards her. She quickly paid and took a sip, actually liking the sweet yet slightly sour harmony quite a bit. "Okay, great choice", she added, meeting his gaze again. He looked fun enough, perhaps they'd share a dance later on.

As she did glance back towards the dancefloor she noticed a sweet looking goth girl (@TheDudeMike) who was about to approach Kai (@Sreeya), and for a moment she wondered whether the crooked fox needed a wing woman...he had provided a job for her, perhaps she could repay him but getting a Twi-Lek lady she still owed him closer later, for now though, her attention was back on the man next to her.

@yo-ho-party-crew

 

[Doorcuttah]

Dorc was half empty by the time a fellow mighty warrior found him, how grand! In a short time, the Orolans had doubled and at this rate by the end of the night they would create the mightiest war band in the galaxy!

Perking up when Holo began 'mirin his well honed and dutifully crafted physique, Dorc began to speak. "WOT U FINK IZ ANT NATTY?" he cheerfully remarked. Polly the pirate parrot squawked. "By eating anything not nailed down, and sometimes even then."

"OI 'OLLY, DATZ 'RE SEKRIT. 'AMES DOORCUTTAH, SLISUH XTDR..WIN..ARE...'OLLY!!" The Orcolan started to get a little flustered. Polly chimed in shortly after. "Doorcuttah, Slicer Extraordinaire and.." Polly's circuits sighed. "Polly the pirate sidekick." After a second or two for that to register, Polly filled in the blanks. "I suspect he hit his head one too many times, but fed and drinking, and you'll have peace and quiet."

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Though he didn’t quite understand the reasoning for naming the drink what it was he couldn’t deny it was good. A beautiful stranger (@LadyRen) sat next to him asking the bartender for the same drink. “If you don’t like it I believe you should reevaluate your tastes.” Smirking as he looks into the crowd. He couldn’t help but think taking this business trip may have been a good choice. “Oh so you had zero faith in my drink picking ability. I’ll have you know in quite particular of my tastes.”

As he was looking around the floor he noticed Param(@TheDudeMike) walking towards a fox man thing(@Sreeya). That should be interesting, he wondered how thel would feel. Down the bar he saw two massive orcs drinking. One was absolutely yolked(@Fine Dining Set) and the other was just massive(@Xorism) He would definitely need to find out the buff ones routine. Though he was in good shape himself he still felt a little slender for his frame.

@partypeeps

 

[Maeve]

Maeve raised a brow as the stranger replied to her, denying his tastes in drink were bad but generally rather exquisite. A smirk immediately crossed herself as she swirled the cocktail in the cup, the little umbrella tipping to the side. "Oh is that so?", she asked, meeting his gaze before she leaned back a little.

Taking another sip, she slowly began to realize the alcohol in her system. It wasn't nearly enough to actually get her drunk, but just the right amount to make this whole event even better. Her mood was still great and as she placed down the half emptied beverage, she extended her hand. "Then how are you with dancing? Would you follow me onto the dancefloor for a dance?". Now that her thirst was quenched, she felt like getting back on it again.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Z'Kair]

Nothing was going to ruin his evening. All his enemies could show up here, and it wouldn’t kill his vibe. Not tonight.

The drinks were flowing and he threw back another shot, looking around as the room started to fill up. He looked across the room and spotted a familiar face (@LadyRen ), a brow raising. However, he only grinned at her, tipping a glass towards her before he threw it back. No doubt she was looking for some new dumbass guy to seduce. The fox snickered at Blue’s (@Mr. Teatime )question, “This thing is slow as shit,” He remarked, “We’d have to take it to Sleek's to soup it up,” Kai clicked their glasses together.

He nodded in agreement, “Wouldn’t mind getting my hands on a disruptor,” He said gleefully. Kai briefly stared in awe at the enormous orcolan (@Xorism ) that thundered into the scene. Flexo (@Fine Dining Set )was on the case at once and Kai hoped he would be able to offload a huge subscription deal.

Kai was about to gush about Blue’s flying techniques to him when he saw a familiar shock of silvery hair. His ears swiveled a bit at the sight of her and he gave her a smile, running a hand through his hair that he forgot was styled, “Hey Param,” He said, “You look good.”

He didn’t miss the look Blue was giving him, but this was a celebration. Kai threw an arm around Blue’s shoulder, “Naw, it’s time to do a shotsled!”

He forked over some credits and a part of a hoversled was brought over and placed before them. Kai lined up and told Param, Blue and - “Oy! Blueberry! Get over here!” Kai called out to the Pantoran (@Altaris )he recognized. The board had four shot glasses and they had to coordinate just right to throw the drinks back.

Kai took his place and looked around, “Ready?!”

OOC: Shotsled = shotski. Do a dice roll for success :D

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

His gaze had rested back on her. "Why yes it is so. Besides what is life if your not enjoying yourself to the fullest." A grin forming as he could see the playful look on her face. It's a shame he was restricting his force usage. He could probably sweep her off her feet, literally even, but for now he just had to be a cute face. He took another sip of his alcohol enjoying the taste.

Finishing his beverage still not feeling the alcohol yet. He set it down and was about to ask for another. Then the lady extended her hand and asked him to dance. He grabbed her hand, "Well aren't you a bold one? Are you sure you can keep up?" Motioning his free hand as a way to say ladies first.

@LadyRen

 

[Param Vour]

Param stole a glance at the Chiss next to her, giving him a warm smile as she sipped her cocktail. Her cheeks flushed at Kodi's compliment. "You look great," she countered, her cheeks flushing a little more. The long coat wasn't her style, but Kodi was pulling it off quite well. Maybe it was confidence that came with it.

When the shotsled came out, Param looked at it with widened eyes. She'd never done shots before. Seen them, yes, but never done them herself; she was far more of a cocktail kind of girl. Tonight wasn't about reservations, and being safe though. Everything outside the yacht would be put on pause, at least just for tonight. It was party time.

With a nervous excitement, Param took the first shot. She slung it back, getting most of it in her mouth but spilling the rest down her chin and onto her chest. Unable to yelp, a whimper came out of her closed lips, interrupted only by her swallowing the harsh liquid. It burned, not in a spicy way, but in a I-feel-this-in-my-chest-and-now-I'm-hot kind of way. When she was done, her collar and chest, including the necklace was covered in liquor, and it was soaking into the front of her dress.

Cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Param put the shot glass back on the sled and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, a giggle bubbling out of her as she inspected the strong smelling liquid that now covered her chest.

@Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Altaris

 

[Maeve]

Maeve's gaze kept studying the stranger, however so far she hadn't found anything that was of value from a superficial perspective. In such a club, she wouldn't attempt to pickpocket someone sober anyway, and especially not this one, as he kept seeming relatively attentive...

"Wise words", she replied with a smirk, taking another sip as she threw him a smirk, her ocean eyes not leaving his. She found him somewhat interesting, but wasn't sure how much she'd inquire, so for now the dance seemed her best bet. "I haven't even gotten started", she cheekily added, before she led him onto the floor. Was she bold? Most certainly. Sometimes even too bold.

"Oh please", as if she couldn't keep up...She let go of his hand and started circling him, her body relatively close to his before she ended up in front of him. Her hips rhythmically swayed to the music while she was at it. Her gaze flicked up to him every now and then, the smirk on her lips widening. The music was upbeat and the dancefloor cooking as she waited for him to keep up.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Thel Xeros]

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Thel sighed as he looked over the credit card statement. My word, she is wasteful with money. It was clear that Param had been busy. He had tried to emphasise his approach to money: a credit saved is a credit earned. Obviously, it had gone in one ear and out the other.

He was on hold with the card company, growing tired of the awful music being played as he waited on hold. It sounded like classical music played badly by a Coruscant synth band.

“Hello, sir.” The unenthused voice on the other end of the call was back. “Yes, hello. I’m still here,” he replied wearily. “Just to confirm, you would like us to put a block on the card under the name Xel Theros…” He listened as she listed out the card details again. “Yes, an immediate block,” he stated, a sudden firmness in his voice. “Ok, just give me a few seconds, sir.” He impatiently tapped his fingers on the desk as the card company operative worked. “Ok, sir I’ve put a block on that card. So no transactions can go through under it until you unblock it.” Eager to finish the call, he brought an end to the conversation as soon as he could. As if I’m going to do a survey.

With the card he had given Param blocked, he hoped it might teach her a lesson.

@TheDudeMike @Sreeya

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

The woman was looking him up and down, he could see she was searching him. Luckily other than his daggers which were useless he only had a handful of credits just enough for the night. He couldn't help but be intrigued by her it was rare for someone to be so aggressive, especially around someone his size. He followed her through the crowd to the dancefloor.

At first she started by circling around him. She then settled in front of him swaying to the music. He smirked as he prepared to dance her into the ground. He stuck his foot back to try and spin, but instead of hitting the ground his foot caught a passing partier. This tripped the other person and since he was planning a spin caused Trael to spin his other foot from under him. He laid out on his back his jacket opened showing the daggers lining his sides. As this happened the tripped partier rolled into another group and knocked them down like bowling pins. Drinks flying everywhere and the sith on his ass at the feet of a beautiful woman. Fuck me. Was all his mind could register.

@LadyRen

 

[Chef HoloFlex]

It sounded like the death throes of a portly hog. Was that basic he was speaking? Wasn't any variety of Orcish he had heart recently. Maybe he needed to visit home sometime. Flex, perfectly oblivious, completely ignored the droid-parrots whining. The problem was, with Doorcuttah's booming voice and the general noisiness of the club, Flex couldn't hear what the fuck the parrot was saying. Instead of acknowledging the squawking bird, he remained laser-focused on Doorcuttah. "Bro. Are you with me? Is your jaw broken? Are you having a stroke?" He had the perfect solution.

Again from the bar, Flex produced two XL-sized Emryc Energy cans (*now with 5% more Emryc*). Taking one can to his tusk, he began to engage in a time-honored Orcish tradition: The Shotgun. He smashed one into his tusks to open in, greedily pouring the fizzy, purple drink down his gullet. Emryc Energy splashed all over his face and the surrounding bar patrons, covering the immediate splash zone in a thin, layer of (almost) juice dust.

He expected the other Orc to do the same, hoping the flood of caffeine to the system would act as a mild stimulant and fix whatever his speaking problem was. Maybe, just maybe, he could pitch another lifetime subscription, too.

Flex rose to his feet to scan the rest of the bar. He caught wind of shots being served. The party was almost in full swing. The only thing it was missing...Fantazi mushrooms. The universal connector. If he could just trip balls, this party would be perfect.

"Hey, bro. You got the hookup on some shrooms?" His eyes sharply narrowed at his new Orcish friend. Did he still have some in his room? A search would be required, forthwith.

@y'all