Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar looked at Trodai as he made his observation, “You’re right, you can’t help yourself, can you?” He queried with a knowing smirk. He didn’t elaborate, but that glint in his eye was enough to get the point across. He purposely held eye contact as he took a sip of to finish off his drink. He decided that he was bored watching the fight and wanted to get back to mingling. Azar was robbed of a potential second threesome, so he would spend time drinking or looking for food.

He was situationally aware enough to have caught Trael glancing his way several times for one reason or another. Azar hopped off the table, avoiding stepping over a braintail, before he strolled over towards the bar. He didn’t join the larger group just yet, instead spotting the human male that sat there looking like his mind was going through a software reboot.

“You left this,” Azar said with a grin, holding over the ridiculous, hot pink jacket that went with the silly pants Trael wore. He glanced up at the other man, physically far shorter and lighter, and yet commanding the presence of a titan.

He turned towards the bar, ordering a few drinks for himself, Trael and Trodai. Standing between the two men, he bent over the bar, resting his elbows on the ledge while waiting for the drinks.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai almost spat out the drink he was consuming, how did he know!? He found the teasing alluring. Just as he found his heart speed up suddenly as he attempted to keep his composure the thoughts ever present and visceral. Azar was masterful in his craft, playing Trodai like a symphony orchestra. Although he was a trying to hide it, he had noticeably begun to grow a lighter shade of red in pure embarrassment.

Playing to his wants and needs, tugging at his strings like a puppeteer.

Trodai was not finding it easy at all. Even more so when he bought the three drinks, with Trodai feeling more than a little confused as Azar stood between Trael and him. This was not how he imagined the night would go. Never had he ever thought or dreamed of such a thing, let along felt such things. Such desires. At least not for the longest time. Such Passion on display and Strength was as intoxicating as a fine wine. With each moment, each second he began to doubt himself. The fire inside that was but ember now threatening to become a burning flame that would engulf him.

Again he thought upon the Code, that his Master, Caerllion had been teaching him. And then he recalled the earlier events of the night...in his drunken state he had fought him briefly, he just hoped he didn't remember or he knew he would reap the consequences of that. But for now his thoughts were brought spiralling back to the matter at hand. He was palpitating, his mind a merry go round or record on repeat to the same song. That such feelings could be invoked by a man still shook him. And yet as time went on, it was forcing him to confront certain truths about himself.

He thought. Was this the He wanted? Truly wanted? In his heart, he was unsure. Yet his emotions said yes. It was strange to him, how it could be. How easily Azar had made him question himself. Him and his partner Karys both. One muscular like himself, full of fury and fire and the other Azar, alluring and dark. A man who could be pleasant one moment and a dark visage of terror the next.

Again he recalled what he had thought earlier. Was this what it meant to be Sith? At least in part. Given what he felt and was suffering, perhaps so. It required more time to decipher, to make sense of. Yet right now nothing made sense anymore. All notions of who and what he was stripped away bare. Blast that wink! And yet should he not be grateful for helping him to make sense of himself. Long denied feelings about men brought forward.

It was like living and yet drowning all at once. Swimming in his own mind.

Cautiously he approached the bar to join the two, unsure of just what to expect or how his mind might react being so close. He would soon find out, one way or another there was no going back now, not after he had fallen down the rabbit hole. And wonderland now awaited.

He attempted to divert the subject away from the obvious mixed feelings and emotions he felt.

"So Azar, I know a little more about Cyutadakr, but what of yourself? If you would indulge me. Do your family live? Do you still see them as I do my own? You need not answer, I have no intention to offend."

He asked, still very much aware of the other man on the other side. Of Trael. Carefully, he took a quick peek, hoping not to be seen doing it, but that was unlikely. Azar was very perceptive he found, much like himself. He could read a situation, a person and turn them on themselves. It looked like he wasn't the only one suffering. Which he found somewhat amusing. Azar was certainly something. Like a blazing fire he had torched and touched everything, even Trodai. All with nothing but words and actions.

If this is was he could do in a social setting, he wondered what was he like as a teacher. He had long sought the greater mysteries of Alchemy and Sword Making. Perhaps after the party he could ask about a lesson. If he ever managed to control himself that was.

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[Nevizkas]

She'd barely take ten paces before an echo trailed through her mind, a wraith of hours past, a strange twist both haunting and strengthening. Stopping in place for but a moment, she smiled, before continuing on. The abrupt tug of the chain tautening around her throat wouldn't stop her from leaving, but without a doubt she'd heard its motif.

The larger group surrounding themselves with tales of Altair this, Wodan that struck little interest from Cyutadakyr. Though only an Acolyte at the time of the exile, she knew both well enough by reputation to know all that she wanted to know of the two men. For all the drunken antics, grief and adolescent bluster, she wondered if any of them would ever amount to even being half as ruthless as Altair had been as a Sith.

Perhaps they would, perhaps they would be cut down trying. Hopefully the latter, that way she wouldn't have to listen further to their incessant droning as she pulled up to the bar to order another drink. Sitting on the stool, she started snacking on the salted assortment there, silently hoping that she could simply melt into the glass to avoid thinking about what had just occurred.

Plan B

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

The Annfyn felt a brief internal panic when he felt Karys pat his back. He had been distracted thinking about the time before the split and then talking with Ayomi that he forgot completely that the Pureblood was still there. Caerllion only hoped that he wasn’t going to turn him around and smash his head with another punch.

When he turned to look at the Pureblood, Caerllion was surprised by his words and a reassuring smile. Now he was sure that Karys couldn’t really remember what happened during the fight. And the Annfyn would be happy in maintaining things this way, if it meant that the red-skinned guy would be friendly with him and not violent.

"This is a good idea." he smiled at Karys, before turning to Ayomi and Anai. "Would you two want to stay with us? It's time for some old stories." then he turned to look at the Pureblood. "I hope that you don’t mind it." whatever their answer was, the Champion would start talk about his experiences.

"Well, Wodan was an incredible person. We went on some missions together, and all of them ended in success. I always thought that he had a bright future as a Sith, because he had a very clear plan of what he wanted to do in his future." he said memories of these good times came back to him. "He had a good sense of humor too." I miss him. He thought, before sipping his drink.

"Altair was the right guy that you would want to invite for a party. He would turn it ten times better. But he was also a beast in the battlefield, many of our victories before the split were because of him. Many Acolytes wanted to be like him." including himself, but he wasn’t goint to say it. "His competence as a military leader was only matched by his success with women."

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[Anai Skhess]

Anai kept a small smile on as she put her hand on her cheek, looking at Karys as he both thanked her for the advice and asked about the people from their times "Indeed, I have memories of Altair and Va-I, huh, I mean Darth Tempest, from that time, fun memories" She said after quickly correcting herself, while it a party, it was a sith party, it would've been improper to refer to Vahl by her name alongside her subjects "...And Varyn, if only briefly. He did get poisoned that one time." She would add, letting out a small, soft chuckle before she realized that he too had died recently...Another one down, huh?

Giving Caer a nod of approval before he started talking about the past, taking a sip from her beverage as she listened with a smile. A smile that carried both enjoyment and...nostalgia. It felt like it had been so long since those times, back when she was a young girl, alone in the galaxy with nothing to rely on and adapting to everything beyond her homeworld. Until now she had not truly realized how much had changed since then.

"Well, I suppose his footwork in dancing would serve him well in battle too." She would quip after Caer finished talking about Altair, having danced with the Tiefling, he understood the appeal and could not deny he had everyone in her friend group from back then under his charms "And a good singing voice, probably good to boost the morale of his troops." While she didn't want to get too close with Altair back then because of his...complicated relationship with her best friend, he had been one of the few people to make Anai fluster, and, most important of all, he was among the first people that gave her an opening to be herself, to stop fearing the galaxy beyond Kalee.

It was a shame she would have to try and kill him if they ever met again.

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[Karys]

Karys’ gaze flicked between Anai and Caer was the walked down memory lane together. There was genuine fondness in their voices as they spoke of old times, what seemed like easier times, times Karys would never know. Regardless, he enjoyed listening to the stories of both men and the Sith they were. But it left him with a question, one he couldn’t keep from rolling off of his tongue.

“Then why did they betray us? What caused them to turn away from the pathway to power?” He asked in genuine curiosity.

Around that time, Karys noticed Azar as he walked up to the bar and order a drink. He frowned as he watched his man pay for his own alcohol. Despite Cyu sitting between them, Karys would motion for the bartender and nod in Azar’s direction.

“Their drinks are on my tab as well.”

“The lady’s?” The bartender asked, his eyes turning to Cyu.

“What? No. On the other side of her.” Karys told him, leaning around Cyu to point out Azar. “His.”

Karys would shake his head in disbelief. Why would he pay for Cyu’s drink? She likely had more credits than him anyways. But his boyfriend? No. He wouldn’t be paying for his own drinks.

Karys would then turn his attention back to Anai and Caer. A small smile settling where a frown of disbelief had once been.

“Sorry, had to take care of my own.” He explained casually. “Please continue, I want to know more.” He told them as he propped an arm up in the bar counter and leaned into his palm.

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Anai’s slip with the Dark Lady’s name didn’t go unnoticed by Caerllion, who looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. He vaguely remembers that the two women used to spend time together in the past. However, the Annfyn believed that the Kaleesh should be more careful now. Using Tempest’s real name in front of several other Sith could be considered insolence.

“Yes! Altair has an excellent voice! He used to sing during the parties. If he was there, without any doubt he would be singing on the stage While half of the women, and maybe some males too, would be screaming like fangirls.” he laughed, remembering the parties where it happened. “There were even fights for the opportunity of being close to him while he was singing.”

Karys’ question caught Caerllion by surprise. He wasn’t sure of how to explain it to the Pureblood. He turned to look at Anai, wondering if she wanted to say something. When he looked back at the newly promoted Champion, the Annfyn saw him paying for Azar’s drink. It was no surprise, since that fight between Karys and another Acolyte in the Academy, he was nearly sure that the two had a relationship.

When Karys attention returned to him, Caerllion took a deep breath. This conversation was going to leave a bad taste in his mouth. “I’m not sure why Altair betrayed us, but he was always more close to the military than to the Order itself. The soldiers idolized him.” he was never that close to the Tiefling, so he couldn’t say the details that made him turn against them.

Things were a bit different with Wodan, though.

“Wodan’s betrayal is also complicated. He was close to Altair, far more than I ever was. Before the Empress was killed, he was on a mission in Hutt Space and barely escaped alive. The last thing that I knew about him was that Altair had gone to save him.” Caerllion still regretted not being the one to do that, thinking the Firrerreo could have been with them if he did it. However, the politics in his homeworld had required his attention during these days. His grandaunt was sick and his position as her successor was being questioned. Unfortunately, she recovered.

The old woman has the health of a young girl.

“I think that Altair was able to convince him to join his side during this rescue. Wodan was admirable as a Sith and had great ambitions. I was in shock when I heard of his betrayal.” he wondered if the others would notice his own disappointment while talking. “At least he is dead now. Less a traitor.” he said, feeling satisfaction with the fact.

Even if part of him still wished that Wodan would be alive and there with them.

Would Caerllion have been able to save him?

He would never know.

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[Ayomi Jakarta]

So Anai was the Kaleesh woman's name; it seemed she'd been around for a while. Despite being an acolyte at the time of the exile, Ayomi had never had much interaction with the wider Sith Order before recently. It seemed their solitary nature had only been stoked by their own master, though on the other hand his lessons in ur-Kittat seemed to be helping communicate with people like Karys. That being said, they only knew of the traitors Caerllion and Anai were talking about as just that; traitors who'd sold out the Sith and sent them fleeing to the Outer Rim. They didn't really understand holding any sense of nostalgia in their heart for such people. but such was the weakness of people who made friends with everyone they met.

The Tiefling's thoughts snapped back to reality as Caer turned his attention back to them, describing how much he'd missed their presence. Ayomi blushed again, still more controlled than before, but obvious nonetheless; they wouldn't admit that the Annfyn being around dropped their defenses, or that they enjoyed talking to him, but they could feel those feelings bubbling up inside them when he flashed his gorgeous smile.

"We were having a... nice conversation, before that whole mess." They responded, gaze turning to observe a Twi'lek girl fighting with a human over by the dancing poles. They couldn't help but smirk; what had started the incident Ayomi couldn't say, but they respected the passion with which she seemed to be attacking. "Maybe I will stick around the rest of the night; it can't be worse than it was before." They added, turning back to Caer as they did so.

The voice of Karys addressed them next, and the Tiefling's brain was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the apparent amount of attention directed at them. It took them a moment to translate the Pureblood's native language in their head before they finally responded with the same. <Y-you've always talked to me like a peer - or, uh, something else - either way.> They said, staring up at Karys' massive frame. He'd always been big, but he really towered over them now.

Face flushed with a light purple tone from the flirtatious interactions with both Karys and Caerllion, Ayomi took a silent back seat in the conversation as the Annfyn and Anai reminisced about the old times in the Order; the years ago when the Tiefling had spent their time training on Dromund Kaas. They quietly sipped their drink, happy to observe rather than join in on the conversation. When they came to the end of their glass, they quietly excused themselves from the group and made their way over to the bar.

Ayomi leaned against the bar and ordered another drink, some Devaronian whiskey that would help loosen them up even with two livers but not get them as blasted as they'd been before. They accepted the glass from the bartender, taking a sip before deciding to sit down instead of rejoining their previous group. The Tiefling turned to see the Pureblood woman from earlier, Cyu, sitting just a seat away. Well I'm already here, might as well try a conversation.

"Hey, uhh, Cyu, right? I would've thought you'd be in the thick of the party right now." they asked, doing their best to mimic the warmer tone of someone like Karys even as the attempt still came off rather flat.

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[Anai Skhess]

The Kaleesh took another sip from her drink as Caer started to talk once more, her smile returning as she reminisced for a moment "Indeed, I did fight someone once...If only because she got too handsy and interrupted the song. I wanted to hear more." The bus party had been a wild time, she got into two different fights, had to jump from a flying bus to get away from the police and cracked her head against the pavement, good times.

Once the big question was asked, Anai let the Annfyn boy be the one to answer the question at first. Truth be told, as an inquisitor, or at least a former one, Anai knew far more about the situation that she otherwise should. She knew both the doubts and expectations that the Grand Inquisitor had for Altair before he wiped her from the galaxy with laser fire. Not only that, but his friend Varyn was a jedi spy that decided to stick around...Although he seemed promising too, it was clear that he had not changed much, given his sacrifice to deal with Raze recently...His jedi-like qualities probably rubbed off on Altair, even if only enough to help him make the last push towards betrayal.

"While strong, he was never cut out to become a sith, even though he showed great potential" Anai stated after Caerllion finished talking about Altair, leaving the drink on the table and crossing her arms as she now looked at Karys "So he used his sith teachings to great effect one last time...Just to drop the perfect chance to lead the Sith Empire himself, just to become a dog of people lesser than him and let them take what is rightfully ours." She elaborated, looking down for a moment, the previous Empress had been a fool, she knew that, anyone could've seen that and everyone would've followed him, had he taken the throne for himself "He's a good man."

"But good men don't make for good sith."

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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar went to pay for the drinks, only to be told they were already accounted for. He glanced over to catch Karys’ (@Apollyon ) eye briefly, flashing him an affectionate smile before he grabbed the drinks. He distributed the drinks, clinking his glass against the other men’s before he took a sip. Azar turned to face Trodai when he asked his question. He could sense the timidness in the other man. A 200 lb Massassi man and he was still delicately tiptoeing the social floor. It was almost adorable.

“Why, you want me to take you to meet my parents?” Azar asked with a smirk, flashing a wink. He chuckled to himself as he sipped from his drink. He looked around for food, desperately craving some greasy delights after so much drinking. Instead, he sighed moodily and drank some more, “I am technically exiled,” Azar admitted, fully aware that this would be a hurdle to his ambitions, “My mother and extended family live. I just have to..'persuade' them of a few things,” He stated icily.

“So Trodai,” Azar said breezily as he sipped from his drink and leaned casually against the bar, “What’s got you all hot and bothered?”

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

The Annfyn nodded in agreement while Anai talked, agreeing with everything that she said. "It really seems that Altair was too soft to be a Sith. I saw how he acted with the troops, being too friendly with them." Caerllion had learned that he couldn't develop ties with the soldiers under his command. They were tools, pawns to advance the power of the Sith across the Galaxy.

It seems that Altair had ignored this fact completely, to the point of himself becoming a pawn of those that were lower than him. He could have been a good Emperor if didn’t commit such stupid act.

Ayomi could have tried to leave their group silently, but they didn’t escape Caerllion's attention. He excused himself to Karys and Anai, before following the Tiefling. They had a conversation to continue. Besides, the Annfyn loved how his presence and smile made them blush.

He was sure that there wasn’t anyone more cute and adorable than Ayomi in this party. His mind immediately went to Azar, but the Pureblood was more hot than cute. Not that the Tiefling wasn’t hot too. Their clothes made their bodies look so beautiful. However, the same had happened with the red-skinned Sith.

Caerllion decided that the party had two hot people.

Approaching Ayomi, he arrived right on time to see the Tiefling talking with Cyutadakyr. Now that he wasn’t under the effect of a potion, Caerllion was able to have a better look at the female Pureblood. He concluded that there was another hot person in the party.

But Ayomi remained as the most adorable of them all.

"Hey, Ayomi! I thought that we could grab some drinks and continue with our conversation." he smiled at the Tiefling, his black eyes looking at her perfect red ones. Then, he turned to look at Cyutadakyr. "Hi, Cyu! I'm sorry for having disturbed your dance before."

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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was still in his thought process when someone offered his jacket back to him. He grabbed it and offered a nod of thanks. WAIT, that was Azar's voice he just heard. Turning back quickly he had a slightly surprised look cross his face for a moment until he turned back to his drink. "I thought you were busy with your new plaything." Quickly finishing his drink afterwards to try and hide his slight pout.

He watched the exchange between Karys (@Apollyon) and Azar over paying for drinks. He held a confused look on his face, "You both do realize I opened a tab for the group before we came down here right?" He turned to the bartender looking around and pointing out the sith he saw. Even the two individuals that were fighting by the pole. "Uhhh barkeep if any of these people buy a drink put it on my tab. Also if they've already run a tab add it into mine as well." Sitting back down and joining the toast Azar proposed.

After downing the shot he caught an interesting situation unfolding. Ayomi the shy Tiefling from earlier had made their way over to the pureblood woman. They were trying to strike up a conversation it seemed. Suddenly he heard Caer call out and make his way over to the pair. Trael rolled his eyes and nudged Azar before calling out, "Hey Caer why don't you join us for drinks. Your lack of socializing made me forget you were here. We were about to discuss what to get for food." The last part was a lie, but he was hungry and ordering something to eat or going to raid the food bar was sounding good.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai waited, still stirring in his own thoughts as he awaited an answer, a distraction. At least before their drinks clicked together. A mix of emotions and feelings, made difficult by the fact Azar was sat right next to him. Looking right at him. Staring and gazing, like yellow ambers looking into his soul. It was near intoxicating, a allure. And his voice, it was drawing him in.

His heart was thumping, his mind a mess. Pandora's Box had been opened and he wasn't sure what to do. It would never be closed again. Of that he was certain. Then the distraction came, and he listened. Still internally attempting to resist. To fight against himself and what or who he might be becoming.

For better or worse, he had been awoken. Un-shackled of all he knew and thought. When Azar mentioned about meeting his parents, he near spat his drink out as he laughed.

"Are sure you can handle both me and my parents? They would hang me from my entrails if they saw half of what I did tonight." he said laughing , not realising what he had said until it was out. Inside he panicked, at how despite his best efforts his mind had slipped for but a moment. His defences had faltered, and now he attempted to recover. His heart rate rose, thumping more. As he plummeted into free fall.

His emotions and mind went wild, fighting itself again. Trying to recover. He got a quick distraction as Azar spoke about his family and the fact he was an exile. He found it intriguing. It appeared they had some things in common. Both their families lived and both were trying to persuade them of certain truths. His mind raced and fluttered.

And then he said it. He had noticed his state, panicking inside he tried again to recover, joking it off.

"Oh nothing. It's just the light and heat in here." It was a obvious lie, but it was all he had to try turning this around. Internally, it was a nightmare, spiralling and so he decided to change the subject quickly. To avert attention away or at least he thought it.

He looked at Trael, the way he spoke. It sounded like jealousy. He knew the feeling. He too couldn't help but feel jealous of Karys. To have Azar all to himself, to have his heart. Yet again he cursed under his breathe for thinking it. He wondered...was Trael experiencing his own crisis? No. He seemed stronger than that. Stronger than himself.

He looked and saw that they had a menu, he looked at it trying to keep his gaze from looking at Azar. But it was difficult. "Getting bit hungry come to think of it, the bar has a menu. I fancy burgers, what about you?" He said. He was avoiding the burritos. Especially after the earlier events of the night. Seeing burgers on the menu, he waved the barman over as Trael called Caerllion, his master over. Just the distraction he needed.

"They do have burgers, I'm skipping the burritos. Who fancies it."

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[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr was quite enjoying the snacky snacks that came with this bar, even as she downed another deliciously expensive cocktail. Whoever was responsible for the bar tap would probably regret such charity the next morning.

A jostling beside her drew the purebloods' attention sideways as she spotted the tiefling from earlier take a seat and order their own liquor. A thought crossed her mind to utter that she herself was the party, or some other witty line, but instead she simply shrugged. "Hey Ayomi, yeah it is. I decided to make best use of the free tab, so I'm gunna try every cocktail, wanna join me?"

Catching the encroaching Annfyn, Cyu moved along the bar to get between them. "Bars full, sorry, Caer." She politely but determinedly said, pointing out the boys for him to go play with. It seemed she had, in fact, not forgotten that he'd ruined her dance earlier, and thus she was quite happy to ruin his.

Assuming he did so, she'd happily return to the bar as the next cocktail arrived in all its fruity goodness.

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion held Cyu’s gaze without turning away or trembling. He understood that she was still pissed with him disturbing her dance early. However, he caught a glimpse of Ayomi behind her. He had made the Tiefling blush during most of the night and while he thought that it was cute, they were probably tired of it. Better give them some space.

He felt bad for making them uncomfortable.

The Annfyn looked at Cyu, a polite smile appeared on his lips. “I understand. I hope that I can compensate for your dance some day in the future.” then he turned to look at Ayomi, his smile far more friendly. “Maybe we can have a drink together another time.” the Annfyn said to Ayomi, before walking toward where Trael was calling him.

The Champion rolled his eyes when the man criticized his social skills. Next to Trael Azar and Trodai. Later he would need to have a conversation with his apprentice regarding what happened early. "Hi, everyone." he smiled at them, before seeing the menu with the human. Caerllion immediately remembered that he was hungry. “What type of food are you going to ask? The burritos must be avoided at any cost.”

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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar quirked a brow when Trael commented on the plaything, not missing the tone or the way he quickly drank to avoid revealing anything. The Pureblood only smirked to himself, deciding to play ignorant, “Why, did you want to play with her instead?” He asked innocently, “I’m sure you will get a chance once they resolve their fight,” Azar said sweetly. He leaned over with his lips hovering near the rim of Trael’s drink. He blew against the glass, allowing the rim and the glass to frost in his hand to chill his drink.

Trodai’s quip back about his parents actually drew out a laugh from Azar, and he brought up his hand to cover his mouth like a proper, polite prince. He hadn’t heard Trodai speak so bluntly before - the man was formal to a fault. Hearing the quip actually entertained Azar, “Light and heat? On the contrary, I’m freezing,” Azar complained, still left shirtless. Goosebumps lined his skin now that he wasn’t dancing and sweating.

“There’s food?!” Azar said excitedly, scooting in close next to Trodai to look at the menu. He still couldn’t properly read basic, so he stared at the letters for a moment, “Hmm I’ll also do a burger. With an extra pickle. I love pickles,” He said happily.

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[Nym Ziveri]

As one could expect, Nym was completely oblivious to the conversations taking place all around her. Instead, the Twi’lek violently rolled across the floor with Nova - exchanging a multitude of bites, blows and yanks of hair.

As one might expect, Nym was completely oblivious to the conversations taking place all around her. She didn’t hear any of the flirting that occurred between Trael and the Purebloods, nor the way that Anai and Caer reminisced like grizzled veterans. Oh no, instead, the Twi’lek was entirely too preoccupied with violently rolling across the dirty, bar floor with Nova - exchanging a multitude of bites, punches and ripping yanks of hair.

She had little tolerance to the type of ignorance that the human spouted, and there weren’t any rules in a Sith bar fight.

Minutes passed before the two women peeled off of each other - leaving Nym to flash Nova a rather colorful hand gesture whilst staggering to her feet. The Twi’lek was bloodied and bruised, including a rather ugly gash that had been busted into her lower lip. Even as her eyes watered, Nym inhaled sharply through her nostrils - wiping the back of her hand across her lower lip to clear away the trickle of blood.

“Room for one more?” She asked in the general direction of the bar - fixing her lekku over her shoulder before moving in that direction. The Twi’lek hadn’t missed the offer for Karys to buy her drinks for the night, and was happily going to indulge on the offer. It didn’t take long for a glass to be slid into her hands, promptly tipped in the Pureblood’s direction before it was brought to her swollen lip.

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was surprised by Azar's response to his question. It didn't fit how the man had acted earlier. It also irritated him slightly that he seemed to push him onto the woman. He mumbled as he went to take a sip of his drink, "It's not her I want to play with." Almost as soon as he finished the words his face turned almost as red as the purebloods he was surrounded by. WHY, why did I just say that. It was official Trael was ready to just curl up into a ball and never leave it now. It was made worse by Azar's cooling of his drink. "Oh, uhh t-thank you. It was a little w-warm anyways."

He began sipping away at his drink. Trying to keep what little composure remained. He tried desperately to zone out and try to enter a form of meditation. Yet he was drawn out by Azar's quip about freezing. "If you were cold you should've kept it." Offering the jacket while looking away from the pureblood.

Caer shortly joined the group. Thank whatever divine being brought this distraction. Trael quickly turned to regard him. "So you finally have time for us it seems." His face nudging in the direction of the red woman and Ayomi. As he asked about food Trael turned back towards the bar. "It seems the group vote is on burgers. Unless that isn't up to par with your higher class expectations."

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

”Oh, I didn’t know that you missed me so much!” Caerllion said with a fake sweet voice. Stretching his arms, he presented himself to him. “Here I’m! Not leaving your presence for the rest of the night.” he winked playfully at Trael. The Annfyn was sure that the human preferred to be left alone with Azar. He wasn’t dumb, he saw how his fellow Champion was acting flustered around the Pureblood.

He didn’t blame him.

Since Trodai was in possession of the menu, Caerllion sat on the opposite side to where Azar was. He wasn’t in the mood of waiting for them to finish reading, before could give a look at it. The Annfyn was too hungry for that. “I like burgers and these seem to be pretty good.” he said to Trael, before turning back to the menu. “My high class expectations can be occasionally ignored.” especially with the hunger that he had at the moment

The only thing that he would refuse to eat were the burritos.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As Trael made his comments, Trodai was growing increasingly jealous, and felt almost like clamping his mouth. Much how Cyutadakr or Cyu as he had noted she had been called a few, had previously done to him at another social. Or maybe even smash his skull into the bar, loosen some teeth and mash his nose into pulp. Then he wouldn't be worth any notice at all. Why did he feel like this? Feel such feelings he didn't know. Why did he feel so jealous of the other man? And of Karys, who was looming nearby. No doubt he could see what was happening. His thoughts were colliding.

He knew it wouldn't serve what he wanted or who. Not in the long run, besides he didn't want another brawl just yet. And he didn't understand why he wanted to act in such a way. Why he was acting so out of character. Why was he so fixated on them both. Especially Azar. As Azar saddled close to him close enough he could feel his breath. His heart fluttered and he started sweating again.

And then Trael tried to take him away. Take away his moment with Azar. A brief bit of Rage flared, only to just as quickly subside.

His body reacted faster than his mind, being closer he instead offered his own trench coat.

"You can have mine of you want It's warmer, I'm closer and it's not so...pink. Royalty deserves royal wears afterall." He said referring to the fact his was mostly silk and noble. And that Azar was a prince. No, a God among mortals. Not quite so casual as the pink juicy jacket, or so bright. He cursed himself, another mistake. This was becoming a habit.

He just hoped Karys didn't decide to smash him for it. Or Trael for that matter, it seemed the two had a common problem. Trodai heart was now thunderous, his brain alight and racing. Yet his eyes refused to leave Azar, to avert his gaze. For in this man he saw himself in some ways. Both had family problems and both wanted to persuade them. Both were noble by birth. Princes. Who was Trael again? Some stuffy, shady businessman. Hardly worth the effort.

Azar deserved more, he deserved a warrior prince. Royalty. Like Karys or himself. Perhaps even both his mind imagined. Conjuring images of it all. It only made his heart pump more and his mind twist and turn and he tried to make sense of everything. Of who he was. He knew now for certain, he was different. That this was no fluke. He would need to see where this strange paradox would lead. Who he would become. Despite the uncertainty or how much he feared what it might mean. Sooner or later he would need to face it. Face himself, face his fears.

Or was he not a Sith? Fear was his ally, as was Passion. Strength.

He spoke to Azar, completely ignoring Trael.

"I love pickles too, especially with cheese and all the trimmings. Tell me Azar, do you like ranch sauce? Or haven't you tried it before? It's define." Like you. His internal thoughts said. And again be was off racing, in turmoil within himself. Trying not to be so obvious, but failing miserably as the night went on. He hoped his Master didn't notice, this was embarrassing. "Worthy of a prince." He finished.

His cheeks glowing red, and his eye stalks twitching. All notions of right and wrong thrown out.

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