Open Social Thirst Has No Curfew

[Tobias Delrico]

Ralltiir, Core Worlds

Tobias found himself, by no accident, at a party. Just another swanky, over the top, exclusive party on the well-to-do side of Cambriele. Entrance by invitation only, but the Orcolan had already observed at least three possible entrances that the uninvited could use to gain admission if they really wanted to. In a place this size, there had to be dozens more. Security might have been tight, but that didn't mean failproof. There was always a way around that sort of thing. Not that he had any experience sneaking in back doors where he wasn't welcome.

Tonight he had walked right in through the front door. No, he hadn't been invited. Of course not. But the good-looking young heiress on his arm had been, and she had been quite taken with some of his sketches and insisted he come along. Quite taken with him, too, he liked to imagine. He had lost sight of her shortly after their arrival, after some woman with an ugly hat full of feathers had seized her by the arm and pulled her away to meet the woman's fifth husband or... something like that.

More guests were arriving every minute, shrugging off their overcoats into the arms of waiting servants who stood waiting to usher them in out of the cold. Each of them looked richer than the last, gliding across the marble floor in evening gowns and tuxedos. There were lots of good contacts to be made here alright. Tobias felt right at home.

ooc: messing around with a new character, social open to anyone !

 

[Vetra]

Vetra was invited to this fancy party in Ralltiir. Vetra was rich, had pedigree, maintains a nice position at Blackwell, and has been in some high profile Galactic Senate sessions.

The Blackwell Liasion wore a nice traditional sleeveless dress, her hair was done and everything. She looked almost like a totally different person outside of her corporate uniform. Still visible is her cybernetic left arm. She feels no shame about cybernetic enhancements. She didn't lose her arm involuntarily, as Vetra decided gave her body an upgrade.

With her, she had a Blackwell made bodyguard droid with her, that would be flanking her. Weapons were not allowed at the party except by security, but however the P1-D3S droids are made to excel in unarmed combat, so it doesn't need to have a weapon to be a proficient bodyguard. If need be it can also serve as a translator as well.

As for what she would be doing, she right now be sampling one of the fine wines over at the bar, having arrived pretty recently. Now she would be looking through the guests, seeing if there is anyone else here that is interesting...

 

[Tobias Delrico]

The coat check was already beginning to fill up, but the guests kept filtering in. Eager to get in doors, out of their cold coats and into a hot toddy. Just the sort of drink a banker would enjoy, Tobias thought, and Ralltiir was filled to the brim with bankers. There was no shortage of handsome faces to admire from his position—made all the more alluring by the strands of pearls that hung from their necks, the diamond rings on their fingers, and the Bonheur designer clothing they wore. Nothing was quite so alluring as wealth. Cold, hard credit chips. Better to be flushed with credits than that rosy-cheeked vitality so many were drawn to.

One face in particular drew his attention. It was a familiar one, and the tittle-tattle of the party goers closest to him let him put a name to the face he had seen so many times on the holonet. Vetra Solaris. Blackwell Technologies' liaison in the Galactic Senate. Public relations, politician, and business woman all rolled into one. Quite the resume. Quite the capital. A woman worth meeting. Especially for someone like Tobias. He polished off his drink and crossed the room.

Not one to beat around the bush, the Orcolan flashed her a wide grin, polished tusks on full display. "Allow me to refresh your drink?" Never mind that it was an open bar, paid for and provided by their host. He needed an ice breaker. Tobias gestured for the closest bartender to fulfill the request, slipping a credit chip across the counter as tip. "It's on the house." He jerked his head toward a man in a smart suit with a massive handlebar mustache. It was a safe bet to assume that that was their host given the way he was greeting everyone, mustache quivering with excitement.
"And in case it's your habit not to accept drinks from strangers," he added, extending a green hand, "The name is Tobias." If she offered hers—cybernetic or otherwise—he would bow and kiss it. Brief and proper. Nothing to scandalize her too much in front of her peers, so long as she didn't mind being seen with an orc. Some people did. @The Good Doctor

 

[Senestra Sylverian]

Spoiler: Music IC

Unlikely to be recognized, given that her family wasn’t one that was mentioned in the public or private sectors outright.

No position of acknowledgment for their betters, and yet it did so boast enough wealth and power to be given an invitation for this party at least.

‘Senestra Sylverian’ was bidden through the front entrance. Right from the guest list. Permitted access with the rest of the rich and famous, albeit less in definition, but this particular person didn’t give a shit.

Oh, she could and would descend into the midst with the rest of them. Blend in. Partake in the ways of delicacy and revelry.

Cloaked in the robes of a former Sith, in the garments of an Imperial Knight, but metaphorically speaking, given that in this sitting she was just a woman in an elegant outfit fit for the event. Ever more of a politician.

Politics had to sit in this instance. For the occasion, Senestra Sylverian was here to mingle; a single representative of her house, her family, and not exactly the state of which they may pledge their allegiance.

Smiling at passers-by, the lady found the buffet, lifted oysters and deviled eggs to a plate, blueberry goat cheese flatbread, and pimento croquette. She ended her culinary visit with a glass of red wine and silently found a seat at a small table.

Content with listening and watching for the moment, as an ocean of guests and patrons permeated the establishment more private than public.

A sea of possibility. Maybe. Some of these fine folk were just leaves in the wind, drifting in the direction that they were sent in. Aimless. Stupid. Oh well. All else fails, I’ll eat, drink, and maybe find a hand to dance with. Then I'll leave.

 

[Vetra]

Honestly, Vetra had no problem being seen with most aliens, be it orcolan, mirarlian. As long as they present themselves decently and aren't a total eye-sore at least. Vetra is used to being with aliens. Vetra is used to working in diverse enviroments, and the Corporate Sector where she hails from is known to have a lot of varying aliens in. Even Vetra isn't a pure-human, as she is a wrean.

Vetra gave a smirk as the kind gentleman got her a refilled drink 'on the house' without her having to do a thing. He introduced himself. Tobias. She would do the same in kind. "Vetra" she said, as she offered her flesh-and-blood right hand. "Nice to meet you. You are quite the gentleman." she gave a light, playful chuckle. The fact that the drinks were free did escape her somehow.

There was something interesting about this well-mannered, well-dressed orcolan. Vetra knows some about their species and Tobias seems far from the typical image. Interesting indeed. After a pause, Vetra would then look around briefly and then turn back to her new acquaintance. "Want to sit down over there and have a little chat?" She asked. Maybe it will be a little chat before she moves on. Maybe it will be a long one. Who knows.

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[Tobias Delrico]

Did she even have to ask?

"Lead the way," Tobias replied in a genial tone, eyes glimmering beneath the lights. Well, she hadn't slapped him across the face, kicked him in the equipment, or thrown her wine across his borrowed tuxedo yet. That was always a good start.
The orocolan would follow her to the nearest unoccupied low cocktail table and pull a chair out for her before settling opposite her. Now more than ever he looked a little out of place, his large frame swallowing the chair he sat on, but he faced the business mogul head on as if he belonged more than their host himself. And with their host in mind, Tobias silently hoped that the man bought nothing but the strongest when it came to furniture.

Only a few seconds of silence would follow—just long enough for Tobias to take a sip of his gin and tonic. "So," he began, tilting his head to one side and still smiling, "Business or pleasure?" He'd leave it for her to interpret—if he was asking her which had brought her here tonight or which she would rather discuss. @The Good Doctor

 

[Mae Tecono]

Mae was not new to the fine living of the galaxy. She had often had to dress up on one job or another. Sometimes even to have a disguise while pulling a 180 and just slaughtering her target. But tonight would only be different as killing and thieving were not part of the plan, well the immediate plan anyhow.

Mae had to find a way to get a one on one meeting with @Vetra and the best possible way was at a gathering such as this. Mae easily bought an invite for herself and Vetra with a little chump change left over from a previous job.

Mae was dressed in a killer backless dress . It was meant for someone fancy but fit her like a glove.

She saw Vetra enter but before she could introduce herself and pull her to the side for an introduction, she was already engaged by another.

A frown formed upon Mae's face as she stayed back making small talk with some dumb rich male foolishly trying to hit on her.

She sat and waited on an opportunity to chat with the woman she had planned to.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Vetra]

Vetra would then sit down at a table, leading the way for her new acquaintance. After sitting down, giving some time for them both to be situated, she would take a sip of her drink.

So buisness, or pleasure. "Both" she said. While Vetra came primarily along for business, to make connections and such, she wouldn't waste this chance to wind down a bit, have some drinks, and enjoy some time away from the Corporate Sector and the various senate sessions.

Now she had her own question for the orc. "So Tobias. Tell me about yourself." He must be someone to be here. They don't let nobodies at functions like this, she would take a sip of her drink, holding it with her cybernetic arm.

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