Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Trael Osso]

Nar Shaddaa
OOC: Only open to Sith​

Trael had recently acquired a new ship. He was already on Nar Shaddaa so why not party here. He had sent an invitation to as many Sith as he could reach. He didn't even try to disguise the invite as some form of acquisition for the order or reconnaissance. It was simply an invite to a nightclub with a code for the group VIP package Trael had purchased something called the Skelgok Special named after the supposed owner. It was a short distance from the spaceport only the most hopeless individual would get lost coming to it.

Spoiler: music

Skelgok's Playhouse was a premier nightlife experience on Nar Shaddaa. The club itself consisted of three sections. The first was the main nightclub area. It had numerous bars and podiums for dancing girls and the occasional bloodsport bout. In the center was a massive dancefloor one that could easily accommodate a Hutt family reunion. There was an upper floor that overlooked the dance floor and had its own podiums and bars. This section was more open than the one below mostly because less people were present but also because it was sectioned off for the VIP groups.

The second section was an adults only section. It consisted of a strip club and casino area. In here is where the more upper class individuals of the club frequented. The casino area opened up to the card games. It had various forms of poker, blackjack and sabacc. After that it turned to the larger table games with roulette, craps and holochess matches. At the bar side it had screens with various races, games and other streamed betting matches.

Before being allowed entry into the strip club one had to prove to be the clubs age requirement to go in (18). The strip club had different areas for different shows. The one closest to the door was a runway of sorts for individuals to purchase a night with a lady or man. Further in was the pole dancing and various other elaborate shows. Finally at the end was the private area which consisted of rooms and had multiple bouncers around it to enforce the no touching policy.

Trael himself was sitting at the designated bar for his VIP package. His outfit was in his usual choice of style. He was sipping on a glass of Naboo wine, having purchased a bottle of it. There was also a large podium nearby which had to option of hosting three dancers or a cage match fight. Trael was going to wait for the rest of the group to arrive before making a decision. When the others would arrive and present the code for the group they would be escorted up to the section.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was normally busy brooding and being his unsocial, teacher self. However, when he saw the VIP package to a club, he thought of the few times he had visited a club over the past few years. Every experience had been entertaining and he decided he could put aside the serious Sith business for now. Instead of his usual robes, Azar actually took the time to get dolled up. He styled his hair, spritzed on some nice cologne and took an age in the refresher grooming.

He stepped into the club donning a tight, civilian ensemble. The rows of beads that spanned from his neck to chest was a nod towards his Korriban heritage, and his athletic and heavily tattooed chest was revealed underneath. The tight pants hung low enough to show off pronounced hip bones and hugged his shapely rear.

The black attire was a sharp contrast to Azar’s red skin and vibrant, golden eyes. He looked nothing like the ‘Potionmaster’ everyone knew, but they would know it was that same, deadly man nonetheless. He made his way towards the upper levels, taking a moment to admire the dancing men and women as he passed.

Azar spotted a fellow Sith he recognized. Trawl or something. He vaguely recalled him as the Champion responsible for the mess on Zygerria he had to clean up. Azar met his gaze in silence, giving a curt nod before he casually floated over a drink into his hand.

“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Azar asked the man that organized this little shindig.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai wasn't normally one to just accept a invitation to a party, especially after his last outing. But he decided to take some advice given by Mjan and relax a bit. This time he was determined to play it safe and avoid the troublesome drink from last time, he didn't need a repeat incident.

And so he left his swords at home, keeping only a lightsaber hidden under his more casual wear of the night. A outfit designed to blend in, accentuate his muscular form, showing his chest in part and allow him to move freely. The outfit was of Black and gold and held to his form closely. He felt comfortable.

Moving up beside Azar, he stood after taking a drink. Something not hard. He waited, giving both curt nod, acknowledging them but waiting until Azar was finished speaking.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion was still in Nar Shaddaa when he received Trael’s invitation. It was a surprise, he had expected that as soon as his fellow Champion had found his new ship, he would have left the planet immediately. Apparently, he had decided to throw a celebration. The Annfyn wasn’t going to complain, he also loved a good party. Even better one in a nightclub.

The Annfyn arrived dressed in an outfit different from the ones that he used to wear during social gatherings from the Sith. Gone were his princely clothes, now replaced by a leather jacket, an a button up shirt that had some of its buttons open and tight black pants that accentuated his athletic legs. Usually, this set needed sunglasses, but he wasn’t wearing them for today.

After giving the VIP information, and stopping to watch the dancers a little bit, Caerllion climbed the stairs toward the upper levels. There he found Trael and another Sith, the same Pureblood that he saw that day in the Umbaran Academy and responsible for his most recent mission. His name was Kressh, if he wasn’t wrong. He was dressed in some really nice clothes.

Ah, and Trodai was also here. He hoped that the guy wasn't going to act like a cat again.

“Hello!” he said, while approaching the three men. “Champion Kressh.” Caerllion politely greeted the Pureblood with a short bow, before simply waving at the Acolyte. Then, he turned at Trael with a big smile and sat in the bar next to him. “I thought that you were going to leave as soon as you solved your things here.” then he raised an eyebrow. “Are you starting to like this place? This nightclub seems to be very good.”

@Javier esschoolbus @Sreeya @Akheron

 

[Karys]

Karys had been invited to a VIP club at the heart of Nar Shadda. Karys hated the Hutt world but loved partying, so he compromised and went all in. Unlike many other Sith in attendance, Karys wore something a little more casual. His growth spurt hadn’t ceased in the month since Malachor, he’d already gain two inches in height and his muscle mass was increasing as well. Everything ached.

As he made his way to the front of the line, his golden eyes spotted a familiar face from Zakuul. Raish (@Logan). Karys smirked as he approached the bouncer who seemed to be actively blocking her entry.

“She’s with me.” He told the man. “And we’re both Twenty-one.” He continued, the Dark Side surging through his voice to influence the man.

The guard would blink a few times and then his eyes temporarily glazed over. He drone what Karys had said to him in reply and then stamped the back of his hand. Karys would look down to Raish and grin.

“How’ve you been since Zakuul?” He asked as he made his way into the club

 

[Trael Osso]

Trael was enjoying his wine it was a taste of home. As he went to take another sip Azar(@Sreeya) approached him. He turned to look at him as he was sipping causing him to swallow the wine incorrectly. He began coughing, "Well that's certainly an interesting outfit. I simply felt like having some fun, besides this will also allow some networking with fellow Sith I've yet to meet." As he finished he gave a nod to the individual(@Akheron) who arrived shortly after the Potionmaster. "I don't believe we've met I'm Trael."

He had collected himself mostly as Caer(@LouJoVi) arrived and sat next to him. "That is still the plan. This just happened to be on my list of things to do." He poured himself a fresh glass of wine and took a sip savoring the taste. He turned and addressed the group, "Order freely the tab has already been covered for the night. Although if you go to eat or gamble let me know I'll provide some funds to cover it." He had withdrew enough for each person to gamble a few rounds and eat dinner.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar’s brow rose as he watched Trael (@Javier esschoolbus ) start choking on his drink upon spotting the Pureblood. Azar calmly sipped from his drink, watching with mild interest as if observing a speeder wreck, “Interesting in a good way, I hope,” Azar said with a smirk, “Nice..” His gaze flicked up and down over Trael, “..Shoes,” He said breezily before turning to regard Trodai (@Akheron )who practically slithered over out of the blue.

“Trodai iv-Adas,” Azar rattled off as he studied the larger man. That getup certainly did favors for his muscled frame, “Hopefully the claws won’t come out today, yes?” He grinned at the man, clicking their glasses together.

He gave a polite nod to the pointy eared Champion (@LouJoVi ) that he remembered from the courtyard, “Caerillion, correct?” Azar asked as he threw back his first drink and grabbed a new one. He observed some of the dancers for a moment, convinced he could move with more grace than they did.

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Why in all hells had they managed to talk themselves into this? Ayomi stood outside Skelgok's Playhouse, the booming music already echoing in their pointed ears and the flashing lights already assaulting their retinas. Tonight would have been a perfectly good night to train, or go artifact hunting, or do literally anything else; but nooooo, that nagging voice in the back of their head was telling the Tiefling that they should at least be acquainted with a few other Sith now that they had an apprentice. They couldn't teach Feifi everything after all, and they guessed it wouldn't hurt to know others for the sake of completing missions better. Yes, that was it; this was a purely tactical decision, nothing more, nothing less.

Steeling their nerves before they got the better of them, Ayomi walked into the club and presented a bouncer by the door with the VIP invitation from a Trael Osso. It was a testement to their self-imposed isolation from the other Sith that the Tiefling had no clue who that even was. With the bouncer waving them in, Ayomi entered the main area of the lively club, walking up the stairs towards the area this invitation was supposed to grant them access to. Their blue-toned skin looked alternately a soft purple or a deep blue in the flashing lights, and they wore an outfit that was casual but a bit more complicated than their usual attire.

They could see a group ahead, a few of whom they recognized: the Pureblood acolyte Trodai (@Akheron) and the Potionmaster of the Umbaran Academy (@Sreeya) stood out, though they'd never actually spoken to or officially met the latter. Rounding out the group was a human man (@Javier esschoolbus) and what looked to be an Annfyn (@LouJoVi), neither of whom Ayomi recognized. They'd gotten this far; and yet the nerves had started to take hold. What were you thinking? This wasn't the place for them, they shouldn't have come. Instead of approaching, Ayomi stood awkwardly off to the side near the top of the stairs, shoulders tense as they bit on their lip and nervously surveyed the situation from several feet away.

 

[Karys]

If Raish followed him into the club, Karys would continue talking with her as they walked up the stairs. It would lead to the VIP room where the rest of the Sith were waiting. However, a familiar sight would catch Karys’ golden eye. Ayomi (@Renéthe shy tiefling from Cotellier. A mischievous smirk crossed Karys’ lips as he approached them from behind.

<Why hello there little bird.> He greeted when he came along side them. <Why are you hiding away on the stairs?> He asked. <Dressed like that, you should be the star of the show. Come.> He continued, offering them his arm to walk into the lounge. <Keep your head high, you look stunning.> He told them with a playful wink.

Upon entering the lounge, Karys would immediately spot Azar (@Sreeya) and have to take a moment. He mind thought of anything but the outfit his lover wore and what it would look like crumpled on the floor of his ship. He cleared his throat and looked to the rest of the Sith in the lounge. Several familiar faces, others not so much. Karys put on his best smile and headed in to mingle.

“You must be Trael, thanks for the invite.” Karys called as he approached the human. (@Javier esschoolbus)

His eyes only lingered on Azar for a moment as he spoke. He smiled at his lover. “Good evening Potionsmaster.” Karys said in a voice only Azar would know was teasing.

 

[Raish]

Raish had been standing outside for what seemed like forever. Her path blocked by some muscle bound bouncer with more ego than sense, thinking himself fit to be gatekeeper to the fun that was behind those doors. Apparently it didn't matter that she'd received an invitation, or was actually dressed up for once. It was bullshit is what it was!

Right before Raish finally said fuck it and clawed the bouncer's throat out she heard a familiar voice and turned and found someone she actually knew, which was a surprise!

Yeah, I'm with him! She said, sneering at the bouncer as she started walking in with Karys. Go fuck yourself with a cactus. Man, she loved that line. Raish was so happy she met that guy who told it to her. (@Mr. Teatime)

She gladly took Karys' arm and tried to hid her mild jealousy when he referred to someone else as little bird. She wanted to be his little bird. ):

When Karys' attention was pulled to Azar, Raish decided to go find her own fun. For now, she would head to wherever the nearest alcohol was located. She'd never had it before so she figured now was as good a time as any.

Once she found a glass filled with a clear liquid, Raish would down the entire thing in one go. Woof. That was a fucking mistake. It burned her throat and she coughed and sputtered a bit, but once things settled and the warming feeling of liquor started spreading through her body, Raish suddenly saw the appeal of alcohol.

Anybody want to dance?? She called out to anyone who could hear, deciding to start vibing on her own to the music if/until someone decided to join her.

 

[Nevizkas]

It wasn't likely that Cyutadakyr would miss an opportunity to have fun, arriving in style with matching heels and a pretty gem necklace, the pureblood was ready to party.

The fact that it was smack dab in the middle of Nar Shaddaa meant that any wild behaviour they got up to wasn't likely to reach the ears of any proper authority, so long as they were mindful of the merciless Hutt's that ran the show.

In all the social events that Cyu had been to, someone and sometimes more than one lucky recipient would find themselves on the wrong end of a pointy blade. Taking a wide glance across the selection available, it seemed plenty likely still that this tradition would continue.

Taking a half filled glass of wine that she had gotten herself up ahead to meet the others, she strolled toward the group of some familiar faces, and some others she had yet seen. Her phone pinged again, with an alert from Galaxygram alerting her to someone accidentally liking a picture of hers from three months ago. She couldn't even check who it was, as they had promptly deleted their account.

With an annoyed groan, she whispered under her breath in her mother tongue. "Ugh, creeper alert."

 

[Nefid]

If nightclubs were a waste of time, and on Nar Shaddaa especially, Nefid couldn’t deny a certain obsession with them. Where else could fleeting bliss meet crippling loneliness and existential dread in such a coherent whole? Minds buzzed to nothing, conniving crooks and hopeless romantics, no wonder she was drunk on it. With Sith present especially, she wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Sitting quietly to the side, grey limbs spilling out of her black dress, she went mostly unnoticed. True to herself, listening to a hundred words for every one she spoke. Sensing. But there was Azar (@Sreeya), the one she respected from Rutan. Her mind touched his, and though no words were exchanged he would know she’d greeted him; if he looked her way, she would offer a subtle nod. Then the Tiefling, the curious one who’d taken on the feisty, toothless acolyte. A bold choice.

Little bird, she echoed Karys’ words. She didn’t understand them, but she very much enjoyed the flustered reaction they caused. Mindful of the cat, I hope? (@René @Akheron)

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi put a name to the voice before they could take a moment to translate what it said. Karys (@Apollyon). That silver-tongued, too gorgeous for his own good Pureblood acolyte from Cotellier. It send a shiver of... anxiety? Excitement? Then there was what he said; little bird, star of the show, stunning? Emotions swirled through the Tiefling's brain as they tried to hide their face from Karys, their cheeks flushed such a deep red it made their face appear a light purple.

"Oh I—h-hi Kar—um... s-sure."

The response came out in a jumbled mess of Basic and Sith, not that Ayomi was capable of forming a coherent thought. They found themselves accepting Karys' arm (what were they doing?!) and following him towards the lounge where the rest of the Sith seemed to have gathered. Gods be damned, why did he have this affect on them? His words echoed in the Tiefling's head again, but they sounded different, like another voice (@Volene). What was that about a cat? They couldn't focus on anything; they had to get a hold of their emotions, especially in front of the other Sith. Ayomi was trying very poorly to keep a calm facial expression, even as their blush refused to go away while their arm was linked with Karys'.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

"Yes, you are correct." the Annfyn said to Azar (@Sreeya), before turning to grab his own drink from the bar. "Your experiments are very impressive. I have been developing some of my own and your opinion would be welcome." he would have said something more, but Karys (@Apollyon) had arrived and he didn’t want to stay between the two men's fun. It was a time for them to relax, not talk about business.

The other Pureblood had arrived with a Tiefling, who Caerllion recognized as Champion Ayomi (@René), the same that was mouthed off by some Acolytes during this day in the Academy. They looked very nervous and the Annfyn concluded that Ayomi wasn’t used to the attention that Karys was giving to them. With the clothes that they were wearing, his fellow Champion deserved all attention.

He blatantly stared at their leather clothes, before giving them a large smile ."Hello, I'm Caerllion. We saw each other in the Umbaran Academy, but never talked." he gave them a friendly smile, but his eyes still looked at their leather clad body. "These clothes are amazing, they make you look even more beautiful." he winked at them, before sipping more of his drink. People here know how to dress themselves.

Even Trodai (@Akheron), but the way that he was immobile in the corner and dressed in that clothes with golden details, which shone when the club lights hit it, made the large Pureblood look like a big luminaire. He was doing an excellent cosplay of lamp light.

He sipped some of his drink, before turning to look at Trael (@Javier esschoolbus). "I need to say, you choose an excellent place for this gathering. Very different from the ones that I went to in the past." he was so used to going to formal balls that this change of scenario was welcome. "Did you find this place while you were showing me around? Or did you come here before?"

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Feifi's mind was not on the party, there was only one reason she accepted the invitation to begin with, food was involved! that and her master was here, the mandalorian loooooooved a good steak, spray a couple herbs on it, and it reminded her of home, with it's fiery flavor, classic mandalorian seasoning... Home.. dad.. nope, not thinking about that right now! That meat bar was calling her name! She produced a fake ID for the bouncer, managing to cheat on by, thinking with her stomach, she now could be found munching on the end of a large bone that looked WAY too big for her to have handled, but somehow did, quite the appetite she had, getting all the flavor she could out of it, the bone in her mouth dropped to the corner of it as she watched her master get rizzed HARD, she silently giggled to herself, aw snap!

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar felt the alcohol course through him, and with each passing moment, the desire to dance began to rise. Caerillion’s appreciation for Azar’s alchemy drew out a faint grin, “Oh?” He queried before he reached over and hovered his hand over the Annfyn’s drink. The liquid would change colors and shift in texture. Azar gave the man a teasing grin, “Drink if you dare.” (@LouJoVi )

He thought he heard a familiar voice and looked in that direction to spot that Champion (@René ) from the garden clinging to Karys. Azar heard the gush of compliments from Karys as he sipped his drink, his gaze flicking over to the tiefling in question. The attire was flattering, but Caerillon and others also laying it on thick with the flattery was grating. Azar thought he looked far better, but was he undeserving of compliments simply because he was a man and not a blubbering social mess? He rolled his eyes and silently fumed with irrational jealousy.

His expression would have softened upon Karys finally addressing him (@Apollyon ), but his lover opted to instead greet him by his very academic and teacher title. Exactly what Azar did not wish to be tonight. The pureblood briefly scowled at Karys before he calmly took another sip from his drink, not even dignifying him with a response.

Instead, he turned to regard Nefid (@Volene ), offering her a smile. His mind brushed hers to return the greeting, I didn’t think this was your scene, his voice would echo within her thoughts, I am pleased to see you again, nonetheless.

Azar then turned towards Cyutadakyr (@Xorism )as she strolled in, giving her an amused smile, “For once you’re not glaring at me across the room at a social,” He chuckled as he floated over drinks to both her and Nefid, his gaze fixed on the Sith woman, “You could pass for Korriban royalty,” He flashed her a wink. The words were a double edged sword even if Cyu may not have realized just yet.

 

[Karys]

Karys made his way up the stairs, Raish on one arm and Ayomi on the other. He’d made his way to Azar and greeted his lover, the reaction wasn’t what he expected or intended. Azar scowled at him and sipped from his glass.

Shit, he’d fucked up.

As Azar’s gaze turned from him Karys would feel Raish’s arm slip from his as she went to dance to the music. Karys would pat Ayomi’s hand gently with his now free one and slide his arm out from their’s. The tall Anfynn that had helped Param began to flatter them, Karys would leave them to it.

Even as Karys smiled at Cyu’s entrance his mind would try to gently brush against Azar’s. He expressed everything he felt when he laid eyes on him wordlessly. He expressed his guilt that he couldn’t gush over his lover out loud, not yet at least. He wanted Azar to know he hasn’t failed to notice him. If Azar accepted this quiet and private display or not was entirely up to him. Karys knew he couldn’t dwell on it too long without risking someone noticing.

“Cyu, I love your dress.” He told her, a smirk on his face.

Karys would then reach out to pluck himself a drink as well. Externally, he was calm as he sipped from it. Internally, his emotions were an absolute mess.

@Sreeya @René @LouJoVi @Xorism

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Music

Vossari loved a good party. Nar Shadda was his home away from home, an odd refuge from the daily toils of life as a Sith. When he heard about a Sith party on Nar Shadda, he felt a combination of anticipation and nervousness. Merging the two parts of his life that he cared for so much - the moon where he had gotten his start as an artist, the order that taught him to harness his power - was an exciting prospect. However, Vossari hadn't exactly done a great job at making friends or allies in the Sith. In fact, they seemed to anger the other Sith with every reaction and quip they offered.

Perhaps tonight would mark a change. They decided to treat the occasion seriously, putting in effort to their outfit selection rather than just wearing the baggiest thing possible. Instead, they went the opposite direction. A tight, brown tank top made of a soft fabric sat on their chest, highlighting their athletic physique. Their extensive tattoos were on full display - as was the scarring that had marred the tattoos on their back. They chose to embrace it rather than hide from it; the scars seemed like they may never heal properly, and Vossari couldn't just hide from it forever. Accompanying the top were long, brown pants and some clean sneakers. Their usually messy braids were neatly tied into a bun.

They slid into the party with a smile on their face. They looked across the dance floor, first, to see who they knew. Some acolytes looked familiar - Raish, Karys - along with a champion - Ayomi. And there, too, was Azar - looking more scantily clad than Vossari had ever seen him willingly dress. Vossari resisted the urge to act desperate, fearing the consequences of interrupting Azar's conversation circle. Interrupting a gathering of purebloods always felt inappropriate, not to mention that two of the people gathered in that circle had literally choked him in recently memory. Instead, Vossari tried to catch Azar's attention with a wink, a finger wave, and a mouthed 'hey' @Sreeya. They signaled that they were going head to the dance floor, and offered their best set of 'come hither' eyes as they strode through the bar. They grabbed a pair of noxious-looking cocktails from the bar. Hopefully direct, certainly non-intrusive.

They heard Raish's call-to-action on the dance floor and glided towards the booming sound of music, sipping their cocktail. A slight smile and tiny hand-wave at Raish @Logan was there 'hello,' as the wrean began to sway to the music on his own. "It's good to see you!" They said, occasionally glancing in the direction of the congregation of purebloods as they danced, hoping quietly that the shirtless potion master would come join them. "I didn't think this would be your thing."

 

[Trael Osso]

Trael was still partially recovering from his shock. He responded to Azars(@Sreeya) quip playfully. “It is a good thing I believe it suits your figure well. My Master wanted me to be educated in fashion. She claimed it allowed one to blend in.” He looked the man’s outfit up and down seeming to take some mental notes. “It would be fun to try and piece together a wardrobe with your unique tastes.”

He turned to Trodai(@Akheron) as Azar did and seemed to take in his outfit as well. As more Sith arrived he quickly began to realize he seemed to be underdressed. It was when the other pureblood(@Apollyon) arrived that he relaxed. “It seems I wasn’t the only one who went with a more casual look.”

More Sith began piling in, each with their own unique style. He couldn’t help but admire each outfit. He leaned over the railing to look down to the large dance floor trying to discern any commotion. As he looked back on the group yet another pureblood(@Xorism) arrived. This one caught his attention quickly, mostly due to Azars compliment. “I agree you do have the look of royalty my lady.” He rose his glass up to her.

Finally he turned to Caer(@LouJoVi). “It was recommended by a business associate once so I decided to check it out.” He couldn’t lie the man’s description was far below what the establishment was worth. It was a perfect blend of high class and nightly debauchery.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

There was no formal rule that stated Karys couldn’t flirt or compliment Azar - they simply couldn’t make it obvious that there were deeper feelings involved. As a result, even as Karys (@Apollyon )conveniently placed himself near Azar and tried to touch his mind, he would experience the equivalent of getting hung up on all over again. And to pile on top of it, Karys then proceeded to now give voice to complimenting Cyu instead. Discreet, hairline fractures began to appear in the glass Azar held, but he kept his cool. When Tralala (@Javier esschoolbus ) or whoever walked over to crowd the space to do the same exact thing, the Kressh decided he had enough.

He gave a polite smile to the group, threw his drink back, and turned to walk towards the bar. The entire display was far too subtle for anyone to guess how furious he truly was. Azar paused in his tracks as he saw a familiar face walk in and gaze his way. That was where the familiarity ended because he almost didn’t recognize Vossari. The Wrean always wore clothes meant to fit several Karyses side by side. And yet tonight, they wore form-fitting clothes that showed off those toned and tattooed arms. Was Vossari always that tall?

Azar caught the silent beckon in their eyes and he didn’t respond immediately. He instead walked towards the bar, leaning over it to wait for a drink. He decided waiting around gave him an excuse to let his gaze wander, and it just happened to drift back towards Vossari. The Wrean was near another acolyte that arrived with Karys, but Azar found their gazes meeting once more.

Vossari looked at Azar as if he were the only one in this entire club.

“Fuck,” Azar quickly looked away, actually laughing to himself as he briefly pressed his forehead to his palm as his face heated up. Azar threw back the shot he ordered and slammed it on the bar before finally turning to walk towards the dance floor. He had a half grin tugging at his lips as he approached Vossari.

“I thought you were more assertive than that,” The pureblood said simply, coiling the Force around the Wrean and making him skid right across the floor and towards Azar as if the surface were made of ice.

@Fine Dining Set