The scent of cigara smoke still hung with a stale tinge in the air. The sound of the ocean roared and hissed outside an open window, slowly dragging the air with a tinge of salt. On her tongue, she could still taste traces of the champagne they had bought; her head pounded dully with every heartbeat, and she was boiling hot. One warm body was pressed into her front; his hair draped over her face, an arm around her hips. Sleepily, she smiled, curling her hand against the figure there.
But there was another, pressed from behind. She could feel him breathing on her back, slow and steady, his arm wrapped around her waist.
Silk sheets were a luxury, but the pair of them were already furnaces to begin with, and she was bursting from the night before. Glitterryll had been involved sometime, she knew that, there were possibly still some traces of it on her stomach all the way down to--
She snapped into full alertness then, just thinking about that. Oh, so it was both of them. In the dim lightly, she saw the outline of one profile in the moonlight and ambience; she shifted slightly and saw the arms of the other, and despite the pain gave a long, luxuriant smile.
Slowly easing herself from the combined twining of their arms, she almost sighed in relief at the cool air that rushed in, and slowly eeled her way to the edge of the bed. Somewhere, she knew she had a robe, but she wasn't going to bother hunting for it; there was always another. Pulling a soft white one down from a hook the maid had left the night before, she padded down towards the bathroom first.
Possibly after that, she could get some caf in her and feel a little more like something from the living rather than the nearly dead, Force gifts or no it couldn't necessarily purge all the toxins from her system at once. Almost on cue, her stomach growled fiercely in protest, and she rubbed it sleepily, shutting the door behind her.
He was pleasantly sore in all the right places and drained in the better places. But despite his desire to stay laid out enjoying the aftermath, it just wasn’t in him to just lay back and enjoy. That kind of thing was far too lazy for him to justify to himself. Instead he groaned once before rolling to the right, rolling out of the bed and forcing himself awake and alert by forcing himself to catch himself before he hit the ground.
Was a bit of a violent way to wake up but nothing like a falling sensation to blow the cobwebs away in a matter of nanoseconds. He pushed himself up to his feet and yawned a little bit as he wandered away from the bed, naked and not giving even close to one solitary kark about it. Spotting Bri picking up a robe his hand struck out and smacked her lightly on the ass as he passed her.
Tacitus didn’t stick around however, wandering out to the balcony and just leaning against it as he took in the bright sunshine and the smell of the sea on the air. This kind of thing was sure to wake him up and make sure he was in a good mood too.
What happened last night didn’t hurt either.
“You limping good Bri.”
Was it weird he wanted a mimosa? It didn’t feel weird that he wanted one.
Nero would be on his back after Bri had moved his hand aside to get up. A sudden thud of a body hitting the floor made the young syndicate open one of his green eyes and stare at the ceiling. Slowly he would open his other eye before lifting himself out of bed. His tattooed body from head to toe sore and felt like he taken a beating. Swinging his inked feet over the side of the bed as he rolled his broad shoulders back and heard the cracking as he sat up. Reaching over to the side stand as there was a half glass of rum...or whiskey..or whatever the kark it was, Nero could care less as he grabbed it and took a mouthful of it. As he shifted his body he felt something small break off his back in pieces. Thinking to himself.."What in the kark.." he would shift his head and look over his shoulder as he seen it was dried wax. Mumbling to himself in his half hungover state "Bri used the candles again last night.." as he thought he would take a good second look at the night stand after his mouthful of alcohol and take notice of the half burnt down candles stuck to the dresser.
Pushing himself off the bed as he felt the mutual drain like the pair after a wild night of..Shenanigans. Moving slowly across the room as he was also stark naked with nothing but ink to match. Watching his brother get up and slap Bri's ass before moving to the balcony. Nero would reach over to a table and find a cigarra as he lit one and threw the match back on the table. Taking a long drag he would exhale before finally speaking "Brother" he would nod with a hungover moan. Making his way down the hall as he managed to kick a bottle of rum that was leftover from the night "Thank you kindly" he mumbled to himself as he picked it open and took a mouthful of it. Only smoking half the cigarra as he finally made it to Bri in her white robe. Smirking softly at her beauty as he took the cigarra out of his mouth and leaned in giving her a quick peck on the lips before slipping the cigarra in her mouth and have it barely hanging off her lips. Nothing she loved more than coffee and nicotine to wake up.
After slipping the cigarra in her mouth he'd finally pause to look at her "Mornin' Bri." his cheeky smirk would turn as he kept walking down the hallway towards the shower with his half empty rum bottle in hand. Entering the bathroom he would walk straight into a open shower that could easily fit 20 people with multiple shower heads. Including a big one in the center that resembled a rainfall. Making his way to the middle of the shower room he'd turn his head at the big tap, take a mouthful of his rum before smacking the bottom of the bottle off the tap and making the shower turn on. Water hitting him in every direction as he let out a pleasuring sigh and threw the bottle at the wall without looking.
She twitched at the slap to her ass, chuckling softly as Tacitus rolled on past. Her hand lightly ghosted along his own ass, nails dragging slightly against the firm flesh there before pressing a kiss to his back, dark eyes flashing as she gave an unseen wicked smile as she let him go.
She had just come back out of the bathroom when Nero then approached, and she chuckled low in her throat, delicately taking the cigara between her lips before pulling it out and leaning up on her toes to nip and lightly kiss at his throat, with his height it was hard for her to reach without heels on. "Morning darling," came her low, throaty reply before letting him go as well. Her thighs were sore, her back and throat ached and she felt like queen of the galaxy as she slowly sauntered down the rest of the hallway to the kitchen, where she spotted Tac just as his comment hit.
She smirked once, making sure to blow him an airy kiss.
"With the thorough performance I was given last night, you'd best hope I am," she teased in response, full lips pulling into a sly grin. "Want anything to eat or drink? And no... I don't count yet," she retorted, stepping over to the caf machine and holding the cigara between two fingers, an old, delicate trick learned from years of sneaking smokes around her old man in his lofty, ugly 'traditional' housing.
Soon, the smell of caf wended into the air, and she moaned quietly, leaning against the countertop and tucking her arms to brace herself, watching dark liquid life drip into the carafe with renewed hunger, every now and then inhaling on her other chosen form of addiction.
Catching her nails running across his skin, Tacitus rolled his eyes but didn't hide the smirk that made itself known either. She was a grabber of a woman that much was for sure. He waved a hand to his brother at his greeting on the way to the shower and made sure to grab a bottle of water from out on the balcony.
His brother might be the special kind of dumb and sturdy to drink rum after a night of adventuring but Tacitus wasn't interested in that for himself - he wanted to hydrate and then get to the caf. Smoking was also an option but he didn't want to indulge in it just yet, too early in the day for him personally.
He huffed in amusement.
"Seem to recall you were kind enough to leave your marks yourself."
His brother was more wave than ink on his back before he'd headed for the shower after all, to say nothing of the scratches across his body he was aware of. Drinking and watching the traffic go by along the seafront, he hummed a little bit when she asked him if he wanted something to eat or drink.
"Bed you hard enough to turn you into a housewife now?" he joked, "Caf will do."
He felt like he could eat a wookiee right about now but he could hold off until he could get something worthwhile. Something after the more serious shite was out of the way probably.
Nero would finally come out of his long shower. Cold as ice, just the way he liked it. Feeling the water run down himself he would wrap his lower half in a white towel. Pausing for a moment in silence before finally exiting the bathroom and down the hall to hear Bri and his brother banter teasingly back and forth. Nero would grab another smoke from the same pack as he entered the kitchen and lit the cigarra slowly as he tossed the match on the table. Taking a long inhale as he waited for them both to get a coffee before he himself got one. Rolling his back again as it cracked. A toss up of newly made scratches, old scars and tattoos would be soaked in shower water as it ran down his back into the towel.
"She'll be a housewife the day I stop punching people." Nero chuckled softly as he took a apple and bit into it. It never took long before it was devoured and he was left with his smoke and coffee to accompany him. The smell of the liquid literally gave him somewhat life but it needed a lot more than that to make him more alive. He would take a sip of the coffee before adding "You sure Bri we can't have you for breakfast? A lot better than this coffee". He smirked teasingly.
Taking a long drag of his cigarra as he walked to the balcony with his coffee and smoke. Sitting in the corner just down from him with his towel on and legs apart as he felt the heat of the sun on his back. Drying him up slowly. The wind whipped a lock of hair across his forehead and one of his eyes as he spoke in his usual tone. "Whats the plan for today?" he was still nursing his hangover and his body still felt like a transport ship landed on him. His green eyes focusing out at the sea as his head was a mess. The trio had a lot of plans coming up soon, but for now this was their "downtime" even though it usually ended in work and wild play.
She smirked at Tacitus' own witty reply, a dark brow lofted as she began to pour enough caf for the three of them. Nero never did take long himself to join them, something she liked very much. Meeting that scoundrel first when masquerading as a bartender always brought a wicked little smile to her lips; the pair of them especially, though, was just the right level for everything she ever needed.
Banter definitely included.
She winked at him, adding sugar and cream to hers, what they needed for their own caf as well. "You bruise my ass, I scratch your back. Seems fair to me." However, a low chuckle slipped past her lips at his comment of her being a housewife, slinking over onto the balcony and glancing over her shoulder as Nero approached. "He gets it," she teased. "The day I get domesticated is the day we all know we're in hell."
Not saying she couldn't cook a damn fine meal, she just never really wanted to. She was too busy with far more important things to do.
However, she bit her bottom lip and tilted her head as though to consider the option Nero gave her... before shaking her head slowly, eyes glittering wickedly. "Rub away all my aches and ask me nicely I might," she purred. When he sat down she pressed a kiss lightly to his neck before crossing back over between the two of them, leaning against the railing.
"Food first," she declared simply. "And then business. I have a few ideas for us to expand our business, but I'm open to more ideas." Glancing over to Tacitus, she took a sip of the hot caf, and internally felt like melting from the luxuriant feeling of actual caffeine first thing in the morning.
Tacitus snorted in amusement - they all knew that Nero would still be punching people even when he was so old he couldn't properly ball his fists. Then, knowing his brother, he'd probably cut them off with a vibroknife and get himself some cybernetics just so he could keep on hitting people. Course he wasn't exactly in any position to say anything about it.
People in glass houses and all that shite.
"Hell is other feckers - we're already there kiddies, just got to make sure we're the only ones left by the end of it." he joked back as he took some caf, "Can't domesticate nexu."
Leaning against the railing, he took a drink of his caf but didn't say anything for a few moments, letting Bri and Nero have a little flirt and a chat about what they wanted to do today. Today? Not much.
Oh tomorrow he had plans for and he knew they would keep them going for days or even weeks.
He set the empty cup down, having drained his caf within a few minutes.
"Blinders Modular Systems." he declared with a small grin, "Same people who made our ship. Some others too. Good company and good front; I want them."
Nero would smirk at Bri's comment. Before glancing over to his brothers dark humour to match. Taking a sip of his coffee as Bri gave him a kiss on the neck before joining the pair between them and declaring food as the first sort of action of the day. Taking a long inhale of his cigarra and just held the smoke in for a little longer. Letting the burning sensation of the tobacco and flavour tingle his mouth before exhaling and taking another sip of coffee. Ah, the perfect combination to start the day off. Eyeing Bri at her little jest back in regards to her being breakfast. "That can be arranged."
Nero glanced over to his brother. It seemed when he had big plans or was thinking of ways to keep the forever momentum swinging, he would stare off in the distance. Like he was consumed in thought and had a big holoboard in front of him. Something you'd see at one of those fancy Schools around the galaxy. Writings going in different direction and theories. Like he mapped out how to get what they needed, find the information to know where to go and of course to execute it.
Nero raised his eyebrow at his comment. "Blinders?" his voice was surprised but relaxed. Listening to his brother explain the purpose behind it. Nero heard of Blinders before, they were new to the block but making huge financial success and gaining big contracts around the galaxy. They were more than their worth in credits as they had big promise. Nero smirked finally as he looked over to Bri and Tacitus. Raising his caf that had the last mouthful in it he would raise it "Blinders it is." before finishing the last mouthful of the cup while the sun hit his tattooed back.[/abox3]
She smirked at Tac; already the beginning of business. He was a brute, but a smart brute, and men like him tended to live long. And with Nero... they had a long time indeed. Dark eyes danced between the two of them, ankles crossed delicately as she continued to drink
"Blinders it is, then," she commented quietly. Already the wheels were starting to turn; though there was time for flirting and time for business. With more caf, she became more alert, more capable of thought. "They keep too much to themselves , perhaps we ought to relieve them of some of their burden," she commented, her voice distant. Thinking.
"Oh we're aiming for the big time kids because feck everything else." he declared with a slightly demented grin, "Feck working for slugs the size of speeder bikes and stuck up lightsaber pricks. I'm not spending a single day longer being a puppet for them but to do that?"
Tacitus shrugged as he turned back to the balcony. His mind was racing because it always did when he was scheming. This was hardly the first time he had chosen to dream big but it was the first time he'd had the scope to dream bigger than a steady income and a ship to call home.
"We're gonna need credits, guns, explosives, status and a whole mess of dead bodies." he paused before adding, "Maybe hide the last one though. Give the Rangers less things to track back to us when they realize they gotta come to us to get the hottest new rides."
The idea of the Rangers, the Law, buying things from their company because they were the best option? It made him feel positively warm and fecking fuzzy inside.
"Who wants to rob a bank with me for starters?"
Nero would light up another cigarra as he looked at the pair. It seemed Bri was onboard as Tacitus began to ramble on about his plans. Nero smirked a bit as he made his remark about all the petty low budget kind of kark. They had bigger goals, more ambition than just that. Nero piped in almost knocking his cup over "Kark those Lightsaber pricks." with a growl. Jedi, Mercs, Rangers, anyone in their way that would stop their goals would die a very very very horrible death. Finally picking up the rest of the conversation as he zoned out for a minute-dreaming about killing his future opponents.
"We can secure most of those things..Just got to get down n' dirty." His green eyes glanced over to the pair. Taking a long drag of his cigarraa as he finally stated his obvious question. Nero put a big white teeth smile on as he gleamed " oh hell yes." before standing up. "Lets eat and do something. Getting me all jittery." he would step down from the balcony as he made his way indoors and to their room as he fetched on some clothes. He was starved and wondered what they were going to do today. Plan? Shop? Party again? More importantly he wondered what they were going to eat. Nero can't live off apples..Though he could live off rum and cigarras...
Her lips twitched as they both vehemently seemed to flip off the very people she had been brought to serve. Well... not that she shared any love for the Sith or the Eternal; they were all so incredibly dull and predictable, all menacing and chuckling in the background and muttering about the 'good old days' and 'galactic takeover'.
Oh please, any apprentice worth their salt held such petty ambitions. Hers were far more broad.
Bite the hand that fed her... that seemed appropriate. Neither of them really knew, still, her true affiliations, but she kept things that way for a reason. It was true she was involved in criminal elements. So instead she lounged, giving a warm smile.
"No lightsaber pricks," she chuckled, giving a sly wink before downing the rest of her cooled caf and padding in after Nero. She always dressed well, and it took time for her to dress well. Especially before both of them would come in, otherwise she would never finish dressing. One button pressed on the bracelet on her wrist, and food would come, delivered.
There were some perks of being part of the wealthy, after all. But she wanted more.
Looks like they were all on the same page about the people who wanted to try and contol them but he had expected that to be fair. His brother hated the feeling of a collar around his neck, real or otherwise and Tacitus was the same. Bri was too much of a rebel to really belong to either of the Force groups even if she was a witch.
She was their wicked witch.
"Good to see we're reading off the same datapad."
They were right though - it was time to get busy and not in the sexual way. There would be plenty of time to reward themselves for a job well done when the job was actually done. He wandered into the room and quickly got himself dressed in some trousers and a loose-fitting grey top.
He wasn't sure where he'd even got it from really but it fit so feck it.
"Let's get some street food and do a walk-by of the local bank." he suggested as he grabbed his credit chit and strapped a knife holster to his thigh, knife included, "See what we're hitting, get some food and get ready."
Nero would throw on a casual white T shirt and blue trousers. Looking at himself in the mirror for a second as his green eyes stared at himself and just held it. Thinking to himself before turning away from the mirror and grabbing his credit holder and card to the pent house. Giving himself a quick spray of cologne as he made his way out to the room porch. Standing there he would wait for the other pair. His brother never took very long but Bri always was a little longer but she was beyond worth the wait. They both knew she dressed to impressed and boy did she ever.
Lighting up another cigarra as he took a drag and tapped the ashes into a glass tray by the table in the porch. Once the pair joined him he would open the door and make his way down the hallway with them both. Glancing over to his brother as his tone was semi serious now that it was about business. "We should try to get a good pent house in Coruscant." He would take another long drag as he exhaled slowly before continuing. "I got word there was some serious credits to be made at them exotic dancer places. We could mask it for moving underground product around." he would shrug before tapping the ash in the hallway.
Smirking to himself as he spoke "Plus..We get to penthouse shop.." he hit the button for the elevator as the sun shined through the many lights in the hallway and through the glass elevator as Naboo was hustling as usual with ships flying about in every direction and species of all kinds going about their daily life.
First, the slick slide of silk over curves, a pale ivory against the tan. And then a whisper of more fabric sliding over curves, a deep black that fit like a glove to chest and waist before flaring out at her hips subtly, and being covered over with a kimono jacket of red and black, the long drape of it to her ankles. Her hair, too, was carefully brushed and pinned up; a red floral motif dangled down from carefully tamed curls, a light touch of perfume and she was ready.
It was only twenty five minutes, but she wasn't going to keep them waiting forever.
Slowly stepping through, dark eyes gleamed with wicked joy at the pair of them. Dressed as they did, she ached to simply drag them back into the apartment and have her way again, but there was time enough for that.
Time enough to kill.
"What are we searching for?" she inquired simply, dark head cocked to one side. She hadn't misheard, but was mildly curious.
Bri getting dressed took more time than it took for the Rebels to finally beat the Empire the first time around. She made the flight to Endor seem short. He could go on but he was boring himself with the joke already so he decided to cut it short there. Grabbing a cigara of his own now that they were going out (Tacitus never smoked inside a place he slept), he left it in his mouth but didn't light it yet.
"Penthouse? Hell yeah. Coruscant? You couldn't pay me to live in that shite hole." he grinned around his cigara, "But shopping for penthouses sounds like it could be fun... and profitable."
Home invasions were kind of low-profit in general but when there was fine art on the walls and shite? Kaching.
Spotting Bri he rolled his eyes as he finally decided to light his cigara. Huffing good-naturedly he smirked.
"Finally - in the time you took to get dressed Nero here's been getting thoughts of strip clubs. See, this is why you gotta stick to the boy before he lets his dick get us in trouble." he smirked, "Come on kids."
Puffing away at his cigara, he started toward the commercial district.
"We're looking for security details on the bank - how many guards, what they're equipment is... shit like that. Just act, you know, casual." he eyed them both, "And not so incredibly fecking extra as you two usually are."
Nero would chuckle at his brothers comment. Shrugging to himself as he took a long drag of the cigarra "I like strip joints" his sarcastic smile on his face as they excited the Penthouse lobby and onto the street. Making their way to the commercial district as Nero looked around while happily puffing his cigarra "Extra? I'm wearing trousers and a white T shirt..Shit you want me in a suit??" as he exhaled saying it. His brother always thought they were dumbasses unless he did it, Than it must be smart. Nero couldn't count how many times they fought over this..Usually with fists flying.
But they always moved on. They were getting to old for fighting eachother and just usually took it out on people who were in their way. They got a few good lookin' stares off a random pair of girls, guys, twi'leks, humans, didn't matter. They weren't hard on the eyes and they all certainly knew it. Getting closer to the district Nero would casually talk to his brother and Bri as they moved. "Should go in there and ask what the process is to open a account..Gives us a good excuse to get inside."
Dark eyes flicked towards the pair of them. Her lips pursed faintly, regarding them. They dressed always like they were; ready to be rough, as two thugs fresh off the space docks. Not that she minded most days; but in comparison to her, they seemed underdressed. An odd combination. But a politician's daughter ought to always look her best, after all, and when in public she always did.
In private was another matter entirely.
"Nero," she purred low, "as it is, you know you would kill in a tux. But arriving as we are would attract stares and suspicion.. so as of now, both of you. Be my bodyguards." Dark eyes gleaming, she smiled at them both, then began striding ahead.
"I feel like opening a new account, and who better to ensure its' safety than you two?" Dark eyes flicked between the pair of them as she glanced over her shoulder, a small, sly smile on her lips. Privilege came with advantage, after all.
Coruscant wasn't really the kind of thing that Tacitus aimed for in life. Either it was a wretched hellhole or it was that same wretched hellhole but with elitist pricks prancing around like they owned the Galaxy cus they had more credits than they had working brain cells. He didn't want either thing where he lived because he wanted to karking own where he lived.
"I wanna make sure that wherever I lay my head I own that place." he argued with Nero slightly, "Give me a slice of a mid-rim world I can make into own own fecking kingdom over a tower block on a planet owned by a million other arseholes."
He wanted to have total control over every aspect of that place he called home.
That being said, as Extra as both Nero and Bri could be (not even mentioning how Extra Tacitus knew he could be as well), he wasn't the type of person to ever turn down a good idea. Especially not over something as stupid as simply not being the one who'd actually come up with it.
"Bodyguards it is." he agreed with Bri, "Lead the way... boss."