Vayla studied her student, her teacher in a way, letting the scenario settle in his mind and heart as to what they were about to do and get into.
This was nothing profound—Jedi business, Knight or Padawan—but the boy was no mere Padawan.
He is one of my own.
And a Knight had had a few.
She lifted her gin for another sip, drinking alone this time; Quin had been sneaky with that beer but his master would not let him get away with it twice.
Queue the Togru.
The cigar was vile, but the Jedi’s nostrils did not flare.
The tequila looked golden, but the Jedi’s tongue knew it tasted like dirt.
His eyes were what the Jedi looked into, how they looked into hers, and she made sure to blink back.
A smile dances from glass to that man in the mask—but the man’s mask is made of paper compared to the woman’s.
Pleasure slave.
Vayla will remember that.
A chair slid out from the table just then, in sync with a sip of gin and a sinking git.
Vayla would remember that too, smile never fading.
A quick look at Quin offered an eye of approval and one of disapproval before looking away.
“I was saying you recover well from a fall.”
The brow arcs, offers admiration but it isn’t really there.
The man takes the bait, smiling back, unable to look away.
“Mister..?”
@Sicadorito
This was nothing profound—Jedi business, Knight or Padawan—but the boy was no mere Padawan.
He is one of my own.
And a Knight had had a few.
She lifted her gin for another sip, drinking alone this time; Quin had been sneaky with that beer but his master would not let him get away with it twice.
Queue the Togru.
The cigar was vile, but the Jedi’s nostrils did not flare.
The tequila looked golden, but the Jedi’s tongue knew it tasted like dirt.
His eyes were what the Jedi looked into, how they looked into hers, and she made sure to blink back.
A smile dances from glass to that man in the mask—but the man’s mask is made of paper compared to the woman’s.
Pleasure slave.
Vayla will remember that.
A chair slid out from the table just then, in sync with a sip of gin and a sinking git.
Vayla would remember that too, smile never fading.
A quick look at Quin offered an eye of approval and one of disapproval before looking away.
“I was saying you recover well from a fall.”
The brow arcs, offers admiration but it isn’t really there.
The man takes the bait, smiling back, unable to look away.
“Mister..?”
@Sicadorito