Open Eriadu Liquor, Lust and Luck.

[Nero Agrippa]

Eriadu
2200Hrs.
[Syndicate/Sith Welcome..Anyone else enter at your own risk.]

Nero Agrippa would be in one of his Penthouses he owned in Eriadu as his new found robbing, scheming and other criminal activity with his brother and Bri gave him a lot of coin in his pocket..Along with other things he was working on the side. The penthouse was two floors with a pool off the side connecting to a outdoor balcony where a small ship could be parked or used for a social gathering. A fair sized Kitchen would lay on the first floor with a room connecting to a bedroom off the main floor. Two more bedrooms accompanied upstairs along with 2 bathrooms in each room. The Penthouse was in the North Eastern side of the downtown district with a good view of the other High rises in the city and spaceships shuttling in every direction below and above. Nero would be wearing a black T shirt with ripped black jeans and white shoes. A necklace hung from around his neck and a watch would be on his left wrist. The few who met Nero would know he was a maniac and probably bathed in the blood of his enemies. Trashing hotels, snorting spice and drinking his weight in woman and liquor all were the normal to him. Among fists in peoples faces and his. He didn't care for much including his apartment or others. The Syndicate trashed and paid for more hotels, vehicles then he could remember. But he did love a good party so...kark it.

People began showing up and coming in. No officially invites were sent, he never believed in any of that shit. Straight up fashioned party. Walk in, drink and go wild was his motto and he intended to live it to the fullest. Worse comes to worse the place is a right off and he'd burn it all for insurance and get double back. He already had a bottle opened in his hand while his other hand had a freshly lit cigarra in it. Music was pounding loud enough to vibrate the kitchen counter as his place was fully stocked. Having friends in good places managed to get him enough spice and liquor to kill a city of wookies by overdosing. Those showing up already were in full force of chugging liquor, dancing, jumping in the pool and going absolutely mental. Nero already gave his brother the heads up about the party and Bri. Whether they would show up or not he left it to their choice. Lining up a line of spice he would take a straw and finish the fat line before throwing the straw done. His blood flowing and his eyes widening like saucers as he felt the rush. Taking a mouthful of his open bottle as the vibrating Penthouse would be sticking out in the district. The air was warm but a cool breeze would push right on through the open doors as Nero lined up another line of spice. Preferring to snort it than smoke it.

Nero would watch as few familiar criminals managed to come in before yelling and hollering. Nero honestly couldn't remember their names and honestly could've cared less as figured majority of those showing up would be entire strangers or fellow maniacs. They looked over at Nero raising their drinks as his maniac smile appeared across his face. His white teeth gleaming as he immediately threw his head down to do the second line of spice in front of him. His smile still on his face as he tossed the straw down and talking to himself "Yeah, babies are going to be made tonight or someones going out that farkin window". Taking a drag of his cigarra he had put aside for his spice rails. Letting the tobacco roll around his mouth feeling the bitter taste of the tobacco and burning sensation before exhaling it through his nose.

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[Tacitus Agrippa]

Eriadu wasn't as much of a shite place as it had been in the last few years but it was still just as corrupt as they come. Which, come to think of it, was probably the reason he liked the place so much. It had a touch of class to it with just enough grit and grime to make the place actually fun - what wasn't to like about that?

Dragging a couple of kegs of some rare kark they made on Ord Mantell to get Pamarthens drunk into the penthouse, he nodded to some of the small timers he knew as he called out.

"Hey Nero! The Ord Kark is here - get it before everyone else!"

Setting up the two kegs in the kitchen area, Tacitus took a couple glasses and started filling them. He didn't fill Nero's as high as he did his own though - if he knew his brother, he would be high as a speeder bike already so some hard alcohol right after a hit was probably a bad idea.

Little bro needed to pace himself more.

Tac though? Well he had been looking forward to this all week.

 

[Bri Valentia]

-Theme-​

A soft whine came from above. At first, it sounded like a swoop engine. Screaming in protest at the abuse to its' engine, it streaked through the air practically in freefall. Its' driver clung to the swoop almost as though molded to it; as it screeched towards the outdoor balcony, she instead twisted hard over the glass separation between the parking balcony and the pool, and braked hard there instead, feeling it shudder at the jarring impact to ground.

She got off slowly, feeling the Darkness seep deep into her bones, sparking to life in brown eyes. Black leather clung to every curve, marked in blue flame motif up slender arms and down her spine. She got off, taking off the helmet and tossing it aside.

A lady always came in heels. She heard two voices, and full lips curled into a coy smile, brown eyes glimmering.

"You thought that I'd pass on a party? Give me your best, bartender," she cooed teasingly, then winking at Tac.

"Nabooian Lady, make it dirty and add a personal flair," she purred, beginning to unzip out of the suit.

It was time for a party.

 

[Wiley Winnz]

Wiley finally had some free time. The man performed well as a marauder for the Sith and had his own personal ambitions like any other. The luxury interior of the town-speeder was nice enough that it also came with some onboard libations. "ooh" He let out a hot-breathed exclimation after tasting the high quality booze. It was for the best that was available for rent and would work as a ride to and from this party. Plus, Wiley was pretty sure he was going to get smashed, one way or another.

Wiley pulled out his comlink and checked his messages as well as his personal social networking pages where he uploaded his racing videos. Eriadu was under the Sith's control and the man wanted to kick back a bit and maybe socialize a little. "Ey Wiley boy..." He looked at himself in the reflection of the tinted airspeeder windows. "...let's 'av some fun". Before leaving, he made sure to snap a picture of himself and his outfit.

Changing his focus to what lay beyond the window, the Sith pilot saw the opulent building where the party was being hosted. Wiley wistled and nodded his head. The pilot droid came in to the drop off point. Wiley still had a few drops of the glass in his hand which he drained and then set on the valet's stand before heading inside.

The interior was definitely beyond what Wiley would have considered within his own price range. At least that was the case for the time being. Sometimes he was getting docked for his stunts but his performance made up for it, usually. Wiley took in the penthouse and the other guests having only just arrived. There were a few large looking dudes and plenty of ne'er do wells here but the atmosphere felt exciting.

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[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt
Kitt had heard of this party being thrown through word of mouth from some of the other smugglers and members of the Syndicate. He'd figure he'd go and have some fun. It was being thrown by a so called 'Nero Agrippa'. Kitt was fairly sure he'd heard that name before, Agrippa, Agrippa, Agrippa he mulled the name over his mind as the lift came to a stop at the penthouse. He entered the part the conventional way through the doors. Paying no attention to those around him as he thought of the name. As he was walking he looked up and there he was. The man from the cantina on Nar Shadaa, the one who was blatantly quite rude to Kitt. The one who may or may not have pulled his blaster on Kitt from under the table. He wasn't entirely sure if he did that but Kitt had his suspicions. This must be the Nero Agrippa he had heard so much about, or...well heard he was throwing the party. I mean, Kitt had probably heard his name thrown about every so often being in the syndicate and all but he didn't particularly remember the name too well. Kitt looked around the penthouse, there was spice, alcohol and even a pool. Lots of fun to be had. But first, he should probably greet Nero he thought, it would be impolite not to would it not? Besides, he should make an even better impression than the first time. Maybe he should tell him more about Sabacc and gambling he jokingly thought as he approached Nero. "Ah, my old friend. We meet again. This time not in a cantina but in a beautiful and amazing penthouse which is venue for your little party. I mean, I assume you're Nero yessss?" Kitt said as he picked up a straw from the table and walked around the back of Nero, twiddling it in his hands as he did so. Kitt looked over Tacitus, he and Nero looked similar and he'd also seen Tacitus in the cantina that night. They must be brothers he thought as he put two and two together "And tell me, is this equally as dashing man your brother, Nero? I don't believe we've met. I am Kitt" He said placing his hand openly on his chest before bending over with the straw and doing a line of spice. "And this is my fateful friend...spice, oh how I do love smuggling and taking you places...mostly my nose." Kitt spoke with a smirk on his face as he straightened up and stroked his moustache. Now, Kitt had to wait for the spice to kick in.​

 

[Pidge Batana]

Pidge was never one to miss a party. Things went down at parties. Blackmail worthy things. Things she wouldn’t miss out on for half of the credits in the galaxy. After all, she was making enough credits selling information and other services, she could afford to blow a few on some good spice and a drink. It was all in good fun.

The news that Nero Agrippa, devilishly handsome criminal, was throwing a party had first arrived when she had been wiring credits over to a customer. The Twi’lek was nothing if not in the loop with any and all criminal affairs, but typically invitations weren’t open. A couple of times she had forged her way in with a falsified digital invite, but it was frequently more trouble than it was worth. The last time, she’d had to escape through a window in the fourth floor. Thankfully, there was no reason for her to make a run for it yet. Ideally, she wouldn’t have to, Pidge thought as she stepped out of the speeder taxi. That would be a long fall.

The grand doors slid open easily, revealing several expansive rooms in the latest architectural style. Clearly the man had a fair bit of money at his disposal. Perhaps she could milk some of that for her own use. It had been awhile since she had danced, but perhaps... if the price was right... In the room were two men she had met once before at a cantina on Nar Shaddaa. It was odd, seeing them in the greasy, dim cantina light and then the cool lights of this fashionable location. The transition felt as if the first image had been a badly patched holopic.
Most people were clustered near the bar. It would be only right to greet the host.

 

[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would be enjoying his cigarra as he watched his brother come in with two kegs of ord kark his whiten teeth would gleam with a smile as he raised his bottle and took a mouthful. "My brother, you surely must be getting me tanked tonight." He chuckled as he walked over to take the cup offered from his brother. Nero had no limits for what he would snort or drink. It was amazing most times how he never ended up in a body bag from his party days. Setting his bottle down on the counter as he took a mouthful from the cup. It was strong, foul and made the hair on Neros arms raise as he swallowed the liquor and sucked in air right after "Well i'll be damned." he laughed. "This is some serious shit." before taking another mouthful he watched as a ship come flying in super close. The roar of the engine booming down on the Penthouse before pulling off last second in a hard turn and levelling itself out to the ground. Stepping out he would Notice Bri, beautiful as ever and putting on a great show.

Smirking to her as she teased the pair before he glanced over to the hired bartender making the rounds. "You heard her, give it some magic." He raised his glass as the Bartender went to make her drink right away before sliding it down the table to her hand perfectly in front of her. Nero smiled at Bri "Gorgeous as ever" He nodded with a smile as noted the people coming in to himself. A man entered with some crazy hair do and look in his eye as Nero nodded to him "Welcome, take what you want. Spice, Alcohol is on the house." He turned his head to catch a very standing out cyber arm coming through the door. He remembered that arm from somewhere...yes..The Cantina in Nar Shadda. He was the one that got on his nerves and almost had his balls blastered off. Luckily he took the hint and moved on. Seemed like a chatty fellow and a good gambler by the looks of his winnings in that bar. Approaching him with the lovely gestures and greeting, Nero would nod "Aye, I'm Nero. This is my brother Tacitus and our lovely lady Bri." he would watch as he done a line of spice before straightening up with the rush. "Enjoy and help yourself." He nodded to Kitt.

Nero would take out another cigarra pack as his muscular tattooed arms lifted up to retrieve a smoke from the pack and the other hand putting it back into his pocket. He would put the smoke between his lips as he lit and took a long inhale before holding it and finally exhaling. As he blew the smoke through his nose he seen a Blue female Twi'lek enter the Penthouse. Just like Kitt, she also was very familiar as he remembered she gave him and Tacitus her comm link number and bought them drinks. He remembered her confidence and look. Watching her enter he would raise his glass as his tattooed hands gripped the Ord Kark "Welcome. Make yourself at home." as he took a mouthful of the drink and smiled with his smoke in the corner.

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[Tacitus Agrippa]

Did he want to get his brother absolutely shite-faced? Damn straight he did. Nero was always more fun at parties when he couldn't walk straight and slurred his speech. He winked at Bri and got her a glass of her own, sliding it into her hand. Playing bartender wasn't his idea of fun at a party but he wanted to get at the Ord stuff before it all got given out.

"Nabooian Lady? Fancy." he shook his head as he knocked back some more of his own drink, glancing at his brother as he started mixing, "Hear this shite? Barely even know what the hell that drink even is."

He was joking, of course, but only by a little bit. Bri had ordered it in enough bars for him to understand what was required of him. He looked up at the man who introduced himself and gave him a nod. Tac wasn't about to avoid being linked to his brother even if their features didn't look so similar - the way they'd gotten their ink made them look even more similar as it was anyway.

"Remember - Spice goes down smoother off a partner's skin!"

Well that was his experience anyway.

"Anyone wants some of the stuff they use to get Pamarthens drunk? Come see me and let's get you started off, right!"

 

[Tommy]

Truth be told, she was 100% not cool enough to be invited to a party. However, she did have some street cred with Crimson Dawn. She had heard there would be Sith, and she couldn’t resist showing up to meet some or possibly (discreetly) jack some shit off them. A saber or an artifact would be worth a hefty sum of credits.

The problem was that Tommy was not really a partier. She wore a casual leather jacket and jeans with some boots. She had her hands stuffed in her pockets as she walked in, immediately walking into what felt like a haze. She had been around spice enough to tolerate it, but even she had to marvel at the amounts here.

While making her way over to the main throng of people, she accidentally knocked over a statue and the head casually rolled off.

“Shit!”

She barely made it ten feet in through the door before causing property damage. Tommy quickly knelt down and tried to put the pieces together like a puzzle, vaguely wondering if a mixture of spice and spit could be used as glue. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She had no desire to be murdered by the playboy host or any Sith. She tried to be discreet as possible, pretending to tie her.....laceless boots whenever anyone walked by and giving shit eating grins.

 

[Bri Valentia]

A low chuckle vibrated out from her lips at both men, brown eyes glimmering in the low light as Tac set to work, Nero commenting and she eyed them both hungrily as the leather jacket unzipped, pushed down to her hips to reveal a tight dress tucked underneath, sheer dark blue hugging curves. As the bodysuit was slid lower over her hips and down to the floor, she nimbly stepped out of it and winked to Nero, then smirked slyly at Tac's comment of how to properly snort spice, crooking a finger at him coyly.

"Speaking of, this lady is willing for a few lines; keep 'em coming baby," came the sultry purr. At the entrance of the others she gave them all a lazy smirking smile, brown eyes sliding over each one thoroughly. At the look of the blue-skin however, the smirk turned slightly predatory, teeth glinting behind the break of full lips. What a pretty little thing.

And then the other newcoming female. Bri swiped her drink from the bar, leaning over to press a kiss against Tac's throat, then over to Nero as well, fingers sliding down his stomach with a wicked grin before turning away to face Tommy, tilting her glass slightly in a sassy imitation of a toast before sipping it and eyeing the two males.

By the time this was over, she hoped to be out of her mind and far away from the pulse of possession that came over her from the look the blue-skin was giving her men. They weren't hers, per se, but by the time this party would come crashing she'd leave her marks. For now, though, to enjoy the revels.

Their hosts worked so hard, after all.

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[Preef Callo]

The elevators opened and two brawny weequays stepped into the penthouse followed by rodian who looked like he owned the place and only now discovered some squatters were having a party in his home. Well, that's what the look on his face was meant to convey, for his clothing was more befitting a homesteader on Tatooine or Takodana or something. No, the real reason Preef wanted to appear offended was because the party was thrown by members of other syndicates without paying a previously non-existent tax to him personally.

So there he stood, right hand close to his holstered blaster and looking over at the richly furnished high-end penthouse with good-looking humans, a Nautolan trying to repair something with her own spit and kriffing Pidge Batana. Hmm, with Zaa Fenn members in attendance a tax would be unnecessary. "Go back down and wait there," Preef told his two weequay guards, "No Eriadu Security forces, understand?" the leatherly sentients nodded and disappeared in the elevator.

Well, Preef readjusted his belt and wetted his lips. Pidge was a good looking Twi'lek, but she already put her eyes on the good-looking humans, so that was a contest the rodian wasn't going to win. Instead, Preef appraoched the weird Nautulan spitting on a statue's severed head (@Sreeya), "That actually works?"

 

[Tacitus Agrippa]

Tacitus spotted Tommy entering the party with a raised eyebrow - he had sent her an invite but he'd honestly not expected her to actually show up. This was more of an alcohol and spice kind of party than the kind of thing he imagined she was into. Whatever the hell she was into was her business... and probably not something he had ever actually done to be fair. Probably one of those console parties or something, whatever it was tech-heads did.

He was barely tech literate as it was.

That she had broken the statue was Nero's problem and not his - he found it rather amusing all told. It had, also, been a rather shite statue. He wasn't an art lover but he was enough of one to say it was probably improved by the lack of a head. Tac's fingers played and toyed with Bri's hair as she kissed his throat before letting her go.

She was on the prowl for new things it seemed.

Turning to look at the entrance as it admitted more people, Tacitus was pouring himself another glass of the hard stuff he had spent literally days bringing over from the other side of the Galaxy. Spotting the security, he tensed slightly but relaxed when they left, only to tense up with wide eyes as he spotted someone else.

He barely noticed when the drink overflowed all over his hand.

Insistently nudging his brother, Tac didn't take his eyes off of the green figure now arriving at their party. The green figure who was practically a living karking legend in their circles.

"Nero... nero!" he hissed at his brother, "That... that can't be... karking hell it is! That's Preef Callo! Karking Preef Karking Callo, the Fastest Rodian in the Rim!"

Tacitus wasn't really a guy who followed the exploits of others much but he'd been following what he could about Preef Callo over the years. The Rodian so feared for his quickdraw that it was rumored he'd been able to hip-shoot Jedi Masters at the furtherest range of his blaster pistol!

"... this party just got karking awesome... so fecking cool..."

He only remembered then to stop pouring alcohol all over his own hand - kark he hoped Callo hadn't seen that!

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[Pidge Batana]

Pidge nodded a thank you to Nero’s offer and poured herself a generous drink. Tacitus was busy after all, so surely they wouldn’t mind. A well dressed, sharp looking woman hovered by her host’s side. She murmured something quietly and offered a feline like grin. The scoundrel looked back with raised eyebrows and offered a smirk of her own. Just to make things clear, the dark haired woman kissed her bartender and Nero. So it was going to be that way, was it? Perhaps the pussycat did have its claws. She’d have to be careful.

Just as she turned away from the bar, she practically tripped over a crouching nautolan woman who was... adjusting her boots? Then she saw the nearby decapitated statue, that, if she remembered correctly, definitely had its head attached when she’d arrived.
“It looks better that way, anyway,” she hissed. “Just pretend it was an intentional art choice. He probably won’t even notice.” Perhaps the last part wasn’t true, but the poor woman looked panicked. She’d learn to fake confidence eventually. All it had taken Pidge was a skimpy outfit, deep debt, and few dozen drinks. She wasn’t exactly at home in the penthouse, but it didn’t make her skin crawl like it would have when she was younger. Then again, she’d never envisioned herself in the company of crime lords. Speaking of...

A familiar green figure made his grand entrance, two bodyguards in tow. It was the Preef Callo. He was a syndicate legend, a leader of her gang. Play it cool. She wasn’t quite in his league yet. Perhaps some day. Heading over to a nearby counter she inhaled a line while watching him through dilated pupils. Green eyes flicked over to the brothers. If only the other woman would leave her post for a moment... then she could make her move.

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[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would smirk as Bri kissed his throat and felt her finger run down his stomach and stopping just shy of below the waistline. Taking a long drag of the cigarra as he let it burn his mouth a little bit before exhaling through his nose. The fresh tobacco leaving his tongue tingling as he took a mouthful of Ord. Bri was feeling devilish and always was a treat he'd never get tired of. Chopping up a few more lines for her and the others at the counter as the music was still vibrating and people began pouring in. Mingling on the balcony or in the rooms around. Even with the music thumping Nero couldn't help but catch the look of something in quick motion. Turning his head he would see one of his statues smashed on the floor of the party. Raising a eyebrow before shrugging to look up and see the culprit behind it. A Nautolan...A clumsy one at that. Taking a mouthful of his drink as he watched her attempt mix spice and spit on it...Nothing was real smooth than smashing a statue and suddenly dropping to fix your laces a second after it.

The doors would come open as Nero turned his head to talk to his brother as he noticed him overfilling his and just staring in awe. Nero was about to mention something to him as he looked at him chuckling "Ord must've hit him real go-" before he turned his head to see the one and only Preef Callo enter the Penthouse after his brother called his name. "Well kark me.." Nero watched as out of all the parties this man could easily arise to he showed up at Neros. It was an honor even if he only came to get absolutely wasted or take someone home. He knew this was about as legendary as it gets, even considering his older brother was fan Girling over the Rodian. Nero nodded to him as he seemed tied up with the clumsy Nautolan. Though he was impressed and didn't need to tell Preef anything " Drugs, Alcohol, Take what you want" pfft, please. Preef could get whatever he wants and he didn't need Nero to tell him absolutely kark. Nero took another mouthful of the hard stuff and did a quick line as he straightened up to see the blue Twi'lek casting a gaze over at the pair. It seemed she was looking for something fun tonight.

Nero usually figured those who wish to sleep him were 1 of 2 things, working him for some sort of personal gain crime/financial wise or were just a maniac like he was who loved lust and drugs. Regardless he could've never cared a single bit as he lived in the moment. He got distracted for a second thinking of putting Spice on his lips and letting Bri or that Twi'lek sit on his face to feel the tingle on their --- He would snap back to it. "Kark this spice is good." Nero would look over at the bartender and nod to him as more Spice and Alcohol was brought up to replenish what was being used. Lights flickering out on the main balcony with Species dancing and mingling. Some even were zooted enough to strip down to whatever the kark they had for skin and swam in the pool and done lines of spice off eachothers bodies. The cool air was fresh as it blew through the Penthouse ever so slightly past the big open doors and windows.

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[Tommy]

It had to work. It just had to. Why did she even have this bag of spice? Who knew. She mixed it with some spit and tried to pop the head back on. She thought she was doing a good job before realizing it was facing the wrong way. Tommy began to give up, looking up in time for the very beautiful lady with a drink looking at her. She quickly looked down, internally panicking, realizing that she had been too obvious.

She was about to stand up when she heard a voice. Tommy looked up and…

Theme ​

Eyes were wide. Pupils were huge. Jaw dropped. Palms slick. Knees weak. Slight urge to potentially vomit. Mild wheezing. These were all things that suddenly afflicted Tommy.

She stared into those giant, buggy eyes, the entirely unamused and half curious face, and she was smitten. She and anyone out in the entire Outer Rim would recognize him anywhere. There were even comics being written about him at this point and she had been first in line to get an issue. She had a model of his DG-34 Heavy Blaster Pistol in her room.

Tommy was glad she remembered to pack her inhaler because she suddenly forgot how to breathe. Preef Callo. The myth. The legend. He was a god among gunslingers and the idol for any young boys and girls that grew up in the Outer Rim and Hutt space. Preef Callo, who had the true respect of both the Syndicates and Sith alike. There were rumors he even rubbed elbows with the Dark Lord. And he was here.

She opened her mouth to say hello, but what came out instead was, “Grgrrgrgergege.”


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[Preef Callo]

Preef locked eyes with the Nautolan when she turned around and he was.. utterly confused. It appeared as if she was wheezing at first, but then the wheezing stopped and she seemed to holding her breath. Did he stink? Preef wasn't sure, but he was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable so he looked up at the statue and noticed its head was the wrong way around. "Looks go-" he was interrupted by the Nautolan saying 'Grgrrgrgergege'... say what now!?

Preef quickly looked back at her, confused whether she had meant to growl at him or she wasn't speaking in basic, which would make this rather difficult for Preef didn't know a word of Nautolan.

Deciding to repeat his first sentence, but slower and with more gestures, Preef made a ball gesture, then pretended to spit at the ball a couple of times. "Does this-" he rose the pretend ball up to his own shoulder level and pretended to place it on an imaginary body, twisting it around a bit before letting go and giving her two thumbs up. "-work?"

He only now realized that fake-spitting looks a lot like fake-kissing with rodians. Their mouths not having the same range of expressions as that of other humanoid species. Bit embarrassed now, he pointed his right hand, the one he usually held near his blaster, towards himself "I'm-" and then extended it for a handshake "Preef."

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[Wiley Winnz]

Well if he was given the freedom to roam, so he would. Wiley walked his wiry frame towards the priciest and shinest looking bottles within sight and sniffed an empty glass for a moment. Content that his eyeballing of the glass was not poisoned or laced with anything already, he went ahead and poured himself a glass of the liquor. Only once the glass had a generous amount in it did Wiley take a normal sip, taking the time to taste it. Wiley eventually swallowed, letting the aftertaste come and go, and then setting the glass aside and grabbing a fresh one to select the second most extravagant bottle in reach.

Wiley finished pouring his second glass while turning to see what the sudden ruckus was. Cocking an eyebrow, he continued to hold the bottle in one hand and sip with the other as he saw a series of events take place that he'd only describe as 'wild'. The nautolan was trying to recover from some sort of accident. There was Preef Callo Wait...no...really? What are the bloody chances? There was still other things that drew his attention and earned a long sip over the rim of his cup. What caught his eye was the swoop parked nearby. Sauntering his way outside, he gave it a look over with an experienced eye. "Hmm...who do you belong to?"

 

[Bri Valentia]

Seeing Tac fangirl made her smirk broaden, brown eyes glimmering gold. "Careful you don't drool there too," she teased in a low purr, cocking a playful brow at the big man, before eyeing the Rodian. Preef. Well, he wasn't too bad looking she guessed, but it seemed he was hanging around some poor Nautolan that reeked of fear and anxiety. It was a delicious combination; Bri licked her lips once, contemplating.

Blueberry was still hovering in her periphery, and a spark of hunger burned low in her hips just looking at the girl gazing at her men. She knew Tacitus and Nero were sexy; flaunting that off was an even higher rush. Once more pressing her lips to Nero's throat, her voice was a low purr into his ear, fingers playing even lower past his stomach, hovering near his waistband.

"Let's make this fun."

The girl knew her place. This was good; it worked to Bri's advantage. Snorting down a line, she exhaled as the buzz began to thrum in her ears, sharpening her senses. Everything sparked, seemed slow. She wanted the pretty little thing either on her lap or right in front of her. She wondered if the girl was sweet or spicy; one way to find out.

She crooked a finger at Blue, a coy smile on full lips as she snuggled into Nero's side, glancing sideways at Tac. Someone seemed to be looking at her bike, too.

So long as they kept their mitts off her baby, she would let them be. For now, she wanted to drag someone upstairs with her and she wouldn't mind sharing.

At least for tonight, perhaps. Jury was still out.

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[Tacitus Agrippa]

It took Tacitus longer than he would ever admit to realize that he had poured some of the alcohol all over his hand. Cursing under his breath, he wiped it off with a towel with no small measure of regret - it was the really strong stuff and he had wasted it on his hand and the floor after all. He shook his head a little bit at Bri for her comment about drooling over Preef.

"The dude is a legend - if I planned an op and had Preef Karking Callo on the job?" he shrugged, "They could send Trys Freaking Aran after me and I'd be set still."

He was probably going to need to come up with something BIG to get someone like that involved with someone like him though. Well that was just something to light a fire under himself wasn't it? No more sitting around cooling his heels. If he wanted to command the kind of silent respect and awe that Callo did, some day, then he was going to have to put in the work.

Might make sense to join up with one of the families full time actually...

Tac managed to pull his eyes from where Preef was meeting an equally starstruck Tommy and filled up another glass of the Ord stuff. Catching sight of a man he didn't recognize eyeing the swoop, Tac decided to try his hand at the host duties and introduce himself. Walking over to the man, he offered the Ord stuff.

"Offer you some Ord Shine?" he offered the guy with a grin, "Not much of it around so everyone gets one. Nice swoop right? You ride?"

@Darasuum

 

[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt

This would be the moment he'd tell his children. The moment he made his big break in the underworld meeting Preef Callo. Galaxy renowned gunslinger and criminal. He was a big fish in a big pond but Kitt was a small fish in an even bigger pond. If only he hadn't took so much spice. Kitt had seemed to lose almost all motor function as he begun to giggle to himself. Oh wonderful, Preef Callo, notorious gunslinger has come into this party and I'm too frazzled to do anything? Get a hold of yourself man! These thoughts went through Kitt's head as he attempted to walk over to Preef and introduce himself. Get into his good books perhaps. Maybe he could impress Preef with a magic trick and his sleight of hand? No, he was too high and sluggish for that. One step at a time, one tiny step at a time. Is it just me or has time gotten longer? Oh no, the time. It's so slow, its so long. How will I ever make it to Preef before the party ends? He thought as he slowly made his way towards the Rodian. Kitt was absolutely frazzled. It wouldn't take a detective to see how high he was. It had been a while since Kitt had done some spice or any drug for that matter. This time, the drug hit him like a ton of bricks. This was unexpected, usually he'd be at least somewhat perfectly functional but no. He had to be perfectly unfunctional when the biggest baddest gunslinger was in his presence. Someone had already beat Kitt to the punch, it was Tacitus. Nero's brother. He was offering Preef a drink, surely a good way to get into his good books. Now Kitt would have to rely on his sheer high wit and good lucks. He had finally arrived at his destination after seemingly an eternity. He looked at both Tacitus and Preef, his mouth a barren wasteland as he swallowed. "Now, is it just me fellas, or..." He raised both of his hands up with pointed fingers at himself "Is time just going really, really, like really slow?" Kriff, that was my introduction? I'm gonna get shot by this guy.

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