Open Eriadu Liquor, Lust and Luck.

[Bri Valentia]

The slap connected. It rang like it hurt... but the woman didn't budge.

Instead, she smirked coldly, brown eyes glimmering amber. Sweet, with a hint of spice. Instead of commenting, she drew the back of her hand over her lips, then licked them suggestively. Ignoring the scaly brute that leaned over her, no doubt they were going to do something lowbrow.

Annoying little pests.

"Zaa Fenn, hmm? Have fun then, little Blue," she commented carelessly.

She could taste the lust, the anger, and it fueled her far more than any spice or drug. "Next time you're hungry, ask. I'm sure we'll share nicely."

And now the girl was gone. A pity. The lizard was still around. Likely they were going to do something clueless, like shoot the place up. How dull, how artless. Ignoring the angry shouts, there was another in the way. Another man, to be exact, then Tac. She gave Tac a one-shouldered shrug, sighing. "Nobody asks anymore, darling, they never show consideration. Now then."

Hunger sparked bright in her veins, along with the rage, the indignant anger, the bruised pride. They were guests; if they were to come in and disrespect the dynamic, that was one thing. But Little Blue was hiding away now, which was likely the wisest course of action.

Ah well, what a soppy party. Pity, if the woman wouldn't have limped off she would have licked a few lines of spice off her, but no, she just relied on everyone else to do her dirty work for her. Shame, that.

So instead, she pecked Nero on the cheek.

"Kark her until she can't walk."

And with that, she sprinted, fueled by the Force and spice to leap out the nearest window out of there, leaving the bike behind. A loud laugh burst from her lips as she darted out, catching herself on the lip of the window and then down that way, content for the time being to allow Little Blue to think she'd won. But now she had a name.

Pidge. I wonder just how many things I can pull from your name.

//Exit Attempt

 

[Preef Callo]

There were only a few things that could ever distract Preef from a hot girl agreeing to visit his penthouse 'to check out the view' but someone touching his family was definitely one. On top of that he heard the aggressor mock the Zaa Fenn, on Eriadu, while knowing that the rodian fought side-by-side with the Dark Lord of the Sith itself. Pretending not to know the Zaa Fenn on Eriadu and attacking one of its members was.. a direct attack on Preef, at least that's how he viewed it.

Preef's blaster was on stun and it was out so fast none of those present would have seen it happen. The aggressor was in the middle of her second careless sentence when Preef pulled the trigger with his trademark infallible aim to plant the stun bolt right smack in her face as she was shrugging towards Tac. "Everybody leave," Preef barked regardless of whether or not his shot would impact, "Except you two," he looked at the Agrippa brothers, since they were the hosts and would also have to answer for this. Naturally members of the Zaa Fenn weren't included.. they were his family and he if he wanted them to leave he would ask them nicely instead of barking orders. Everyone else that refused to leave? Target practice.


@Killa Ree @Tacitus Agrippa @Nero Agrippa @Kestrel @Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk glanced down Pidge with her hand in his pocket, dropping a handleful of credits for him, and his gaze only dragged back up to her eyes on that decently karked up face of hers. It took a lot of willpower to not just roll his eyes at her and walk off. He’d done his job, he’d protected the Family, but he wasn’t some whipping boy used for petty revenge. Then again, he WAS going to do it, credits were involved and that was enough for him. But more than that, it gave him an excuse to have some fun breaking shit. Too much upside to say no.

“You’re a petty little twi’, aren’t you? Tsssk. If you’re going back in for the playboy, I’m not helping you again, it’sss your fault at that point. Undersstood?” Tresshk muttered as he placed a clawed finger to her collar, one that would very easiky slice her throat or break her bone. Most things were like paper crochet to the large lizard, people included.

His sensitive predatory reptilian eyes glanced up at the sight of sudden movement, watching as the bloody-faced human made a dash for the door, the blood being Pidge’s, and he made no movement to follow. This wasn’t his problem, until a blaster shot rang out through the venue, with the familiar echo of a blue-ringed stun blast.

Tresshk was quick to go into a snap second response to the noise, grabbing Pidge by the collar and whipping her back before he grabbed a nearby table and flipped it. He sat Pidge down, dropping his vibroblade in her lap as he crouched down, pulling the sidearm from his holster and gripping it readily.

“Kark, now it’s my krarking problem...” Tresshk let out a low throaty hissing, listening for any movement, though he certainly expected panicked running before too long. Fortunately, it was Preef who barked out a stern order to thw party goers, many who were probably too spiced out of their minds to really know what was going on. The large reptile stood up from behind the light cover then, aiming his blaster to train on Nero, who he could guess was one of the two targets. The woman was his other guess, but she was on the floor stunned, so he simply kept his blaster on the tatooed badboy. The human wasn’t too unlike himself, he surmised, but Tresshk had killed plenty of ‘kindred spirits’ back in the Fighting Pits on Falleen with his bare hands. Nero wouldn’t get any sympathy from the trandoshan, nor would he really be expecting it, Tresshk assumed. People thought the worst of him and kept their distance, and those people lived longer than others since Tresshk had no care to prove anybody wrong. Well, all but one, and that hippy girl Aster still confused him...

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[Darth Tiamat]

Really, Lyra had not a clue as to what she was about to walk into or what to even expect when attending a party held by members of the Syndicate. Her own expectations were set low; she remembered the stories she heard growing up from her Ranger parents about the problems the crime syndicates would cause on Corellia. However, she would never had volunteered to go to this party and Emryc probably knew this as well, therefore giving her the assignment and giving her the address. There was no backing out of it, at the very least she got a new blue dress out of it.

Though he claimed it was to bridge alliances, there was also the possibility he did this because it gave him amusement.

Lyra ascended to the top floors of the complex to the penthouse, though the closer she got, the more she could feel and was rushed with confusion. There was certainly chaos, some turmoil, jealousy...and Lyra wondered if it was a party that turned sour. She prepared herself before entering, making sure when she did walk I inside, she looked like she was ready for a party. Quickly checking to make sure her hair looked presentable in the windows reflection, the acolyte entered the party.

 

[Tacitus Agrippa]

What. The. Kark.

Of all the stupidest things he had seen recently, how the hell was it that this took the cake? He had been surprised by the 'flare up' from Wiley but he was desperate for a cigara now so he held it close enough to light it and took a long, hard, drag from it as Bri decided to headbutt someone.

In the middle of the party.

Who was connected to the people several karking levels above them on the food chain. It... Tacitus took a moment to just breathe before taking another pull on his cigara. He scowled a little bit from where he was off to the side, having just re-entered the party and the apartment to see everything going to shite. This? This was why he never got a chance to relax.

He pointed to Nero and Bri, regardless of if Preef's shot connected or not. Didn't matter to what he was going to say.

"Neither of you two say a karking word or I'll break your karking kneecaps." he warned them firmly, "And I'll do it with my bare karking hands so Mr Callo doesn't shoot me for drawing on you."

Tacitus raised his hands slowly, palms up, as he turned to face Preef. He was under no illusions that his life was in the Rodian's hands here, as were the lives of Bri and Nero. The guy was faster than any of them, surrounded by loyal gunners and had the added advantage of being the only one of the three to have a gun.

Also Bri was out like a light.

"What price does this carry?" he asked Preef respectfully, "Disrespect has been done - how can I make it right?"

Bargaining was how they left the apartment without new ventilation holes.

@Killa Ree @Exhilian @Sreeya @Eccles @Darasuum

 

[Percius Anzag]

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Percius would stand from his seat and watch as a group (Nero, Pidge and Bri) beginning a fistfight. As he got more intoxicated, his generally disgusted attitude towards them making a joke of themselves became more rowdy. He watched as Bri would make an attempt to leave. Laughing to himself, he drank from his glass deeply, now being decently tipsy. "This is quite the kriff they have gotten into...how hilarious. Wasn't this supposed to be a socially productive party?" He monologued. Percius did not expect this much violence early in the gathering, but it seems the Syndicate liked to get rowdy after alcohol swam into their bloodstreams.

He then noticed an acolyte entering the party on her own. She stood out looking more formal and younger than a majority of the partygoers. Percius finished his last drink as he went to strike up a conversation. Perhaps he could make a productive connection within his own order for business reasons. After all, until now, he spent his time in the Sith working in solitude.

"Quite the party, isn't it? Already at least one barfight with weapons; more are to come..."

"I'm Percius of House Anzag on Serenno..." he started.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She almost wondered if she had the wrong address as she stood in front of the door; guests were starting to file out and Lyra could feel something was amiss. There was yelling, the place was a sty and Lyra internally scoffed, finding it in the least bit surprising given this was a party lead by the syndicate. Questions begun to pop up in her head as to what to ask Emryc later on what is considered the norm for some of these gatherings.

Though on her way to turn and exit right out the door, she was stopped by a slightly older Sith, she could tell he was not an acolyte. She tended to know who the other trainees were on Eriadu, but this one, she didn't recognize and made the safe assumption he had to be a marauder, who she quickly learned of his name and even title.

"Well, Percuis of House Anzag on Serreno," she repeated his name and title, a little put-off by how tipsy he was, "I have seemed to have lost my Master, so I am checking every party..." she said knowing how ridiculous it sounded, but given the circumstance, her nonchalant attitude helped her refocus and ensure she didn't stick around, even with the extra warm body she seemed to have picked up. Whether or not Precuis would follow, she would leave the party.

/Exit Thread

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan had been about to actually answer the question about the contents of the crate when he was distracted by... Well, everything. The headbutt, the threats, the thrown statue head, some blue idiot slamming into a glass window. It was all just glorious, really.

His hand flicked out to grab the thrown head in midair like it was a game, then promptly dropped it when he remembered there was what was hopefully saliva all over it. Eugh. Then a shot rang out a moment later toward Bri and he stepped habitually away from them. This had officially become a "not his circus, not his monkeys" kind of situation.

"Yes sir, Mr. Callo. Big fan!" he replied cheerfully. He brushed off his slightly sticky hand on some passed out gonk's shirt as he passed and made his way outside instead to the balcony where @Riyocho Drew had hit the glass and closing the door behind him, using his other hand to summon his speeder. He walked on over to him, arms crossed and with a look of utmost amusement on his face.

"Nice entrance. You good, zanmi?"

@Darasuum @Eccles

 

[Pidge Batana]

What a disappointment. Just as she was about to go sleep with Pretty Girl, all hell broke loose. Perhaps it was for the best. One more word about her being a ‘little twi’lek’ and her rescuer would receive a slap of his own. Those sharp claws were a bit too close for comfort. Not to mention, now was hardly the time for a family fight.

Something vaguely resembling a statue head flew through the air. Given the aim, it was not Preef who had thrown. Perhaps the other rather awkward woman? Pidge‘s heart swelled with pride for the valiant attempt. Then it dropped. It looked as if their host was about to be knocked out. But someone caught the head? What the kark was happening? It was going too fast to make sense of. Preef shot Bri. There went her one night stand. Oh well, she’d have to thank him anyway. Before she could throw the rodian a quick, grateful smile, someone grabbed her. Tressk let out a reluctant sigh and handed her a weapon. Ideally, she wouldn’t have to use it. The scoundrel’s blaster was deep in her boot. Not exactly helpful for a quick draw.

Even as she tried to remove the knee high leather boot as subtly as possibly, the chaos had calmed. It seemed Tacitus had not had enough spice to want to fight. Perhaps head be open to doing some lines off her... if they made it out of there alive.

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@Exhilian
@Rorren
@Eccles

 

[Srucayr]

Srucayr could only stare in disbelief at the scene. And people argued that his kind were uncivilized. Drugs, booze, poorly thrown stone heads, egos far too large for the penthouse to contain. It was a powder keg. He almost laughed when the Rodian started threatening, and just the general fear of the room almost made him burst into laughter. He'd go ahead and head for the exit to the penthouse, pausing by the two Sith at the door. "Some kind of weird sex invite gone wrong." was all he'd say to Lyra and Perc before he stepped into the elevator. He would allow himself a good and hearty laugh once he was on the street. It was clear the Syndicates were a waste of time.

/thread exit

 

[Wiley Winnz]

So much happened so quickly. Wiley still was lighting his cigara when Preef fired the stun bolt. Oh kark. Something had happened and the Marauder had missed it, or at least the leadup. It was like stepping away for a commercial break and missing some key exposition. But it was time that he leave and find a different party. The mood of this one was looking like it could take a turn for the cadavarific.

Leaving the pent house was his main priority. There were people cloistering near the exit still so he didn't rush at first. Calmly the Marauder would make his way out but not without taking in a good look at what was transpiring. He was a sucker for a good show. towards the exit, once he was out of sight he would cross both arms and reach for the concealed lightsaber in his jacket, bringing it to his grip btut keeping it inactive. So long as nobody fired on him Wiley would keep the unassuming smile.

/exit thread

 

[Riyocho Drew]

Riyocho stood still as he saw people looking beyond the reflection of himself. Behind him he could see the place he had jumped from but on this side, he didn't have the running start. Crap, I mean is it really a good penthouse if it's overlooking a karking shite alleyway like- His thoughts were interrupted by the young voice of a man coming around out on to the balcony near the window washing platform. "Yeah I'm fine." He reached to work the platform's controls. They lurched upwards several feet but then jerked to a stop, sparks shooting from the panel.

Looking towards the balcony, Riyocho waved his hand for Morgan to back up. "Out' the way" Without a second thought he would leap the rest of the distance and land with some grace (and no broken glass this time) though he would probably fall into the other partygoer if the young goer didn't move. If Riyocho remembered correctly, he had spotted a swoop on the balcony and not many actual Sith inside. Not that I know what a Sith really looks like.

"null to whoa real quick huh" The Pantoran muttered as he stared through the windows and tried to move towards the swoop bike if left alone.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa was high as a kite and still hand his drink in his hand. It all happened so fast as Nero was to focused on the big lizard boy and almost took a statue head to the side of his face. Luckily before it was going to impact his face, Morgan caught it. His eyes never flickered or adjusted to see who through it as he just kept staring at the creature. The same look in his eyes with a weird smile attached to it as a red mark began to form on the impact site of his face. Soon after this happened it seemed Preef had enough as he pulled out his blaster that was set to stun and attempted to hit Bri before she made a dashing escape from the party. Taking a long mouthful of his drink as he finally turned to hear his brother glaring over at him and Bri if she was hit and out cold. Perking a eyebrow at the threat his lovely brother made he would turn back to face the rest of them.

Sighing as he wanted a fist fight not a bitch ass gun fight, he would take another mouthful of his Ord and light up a cigarra. As he was doing this he noticed the lizard grab Pidge and immediately dive for cover with his blaster out as the atmosphere was tense but nothing was even close to becoming a shoot out. As everyone kind of stood there, Nero glanced at the lizard with a raised eyebrow and shook his head. Thinking to himself "What an idiot.." before taking another mouthful of his drink and hearing his brothers words on how to make things right and something about dishonor. Well, Nero the host was likely to get shit for having a party but he had zero control over Bri. Which was hot as hell but regardless they needed to play the blame game.

Nero seemed unbothered as he kept his drink and cigarra going. His brother wanted to play big boy and do the talking which was for the best of them since Nero would probably get them both killed with his loud mouth. Thinking to himself about how soft everyone is today and no one likes a bit of rough play and fists swinging. Times were sadly changing. A head butt resulted in guns drawn. Still high as a kite he would dab a bit of spice on his finger before bringing to his lips and taking a little with his tongue. Still Tier One stuff. The burning sensation of alcohol in his mouth was minor compared to most things he drank but for now he would enjoy his drink and Glancing back to Preef before waiting to hear his demands.

@Eccles
@Kestrel
@Nefieslab
@Rorren
@Killa Ree

 

[Riyocho Drew]

"Time to get outa here" He said to himself as well as Morgan. The young Pantoran took his chance while looking through the window. Keeping an eye on those inside and willing himself to seem non-descript, the youth moved over to the swoop bike on the balcony. Golden irises darted up to the started and quickly was straddling the vehicle. Starting it back up, the engine roared to life. Not a second later he hit the ignition and pealed out, over and down letting gravity help him accelerate away from the penthouse a bit faster before rising out of it, soon to be half a block away.

@Mr. Teatime exit attempt