Ask Social Yo-ho, Yo-ho, a Party Life For Me

[Nova Trent]

Nova didn't drink at her own statement as she had indeed never crashed a ship before, but she was indeed curious about the next question now. And then they kept coming.

Took that much time to get ready? Not often, but still, drink.

Dmed a celebrity? Uhm no. "I'm not that desperate", skip.

Been with a dude? What a question...Driiink.

Haven't known their name? "Sometimes there's no time to ask", she shrugged as she drank. The pregnant thing could be easily skipped.

Serious? Within the last years? Hell no. Earlier? Unfortunately yes and she still regretted that shit, but she wasted no time thinking about it any more. So a regretfully sip.

Sleeping with her own kind? Safe drink. But what a suprise that not everyone drank. She raised a curious brow at the Echani and couldn't help but to smirk (@Xorism).

Regret sleeping with someone? She sighed before she took another shot, but no, she hadn't kissed an enemy. Or at least she had made out with many people and some of them could have been considered 'enemies' by now, but that was still a skip.

And then lastly, Sol's question which was also a pass. "No...no musicians. They can be quite a handful. I prefer it...uncomplicated".

By then she was already quite dizzy, but it was this pleasant kind of light-headedness, the one that was just fun. "Alright, alright. I'll go again! Never have I ever been involved in a threesome...". Now this could get quite interesting. Nova was realizing that this time had been just the right choice to get to know everyone much better.

@allthepartyppl

 

[Wodan]

“You have shattered into a thousand pieces.” He replied overly dramatically whilst clutching his heart with his free hand. Wodan’s eyes drifted over the crowd as Altair picked his card, a few of the group already had the partial glazed over look of someone intoxicated. Perhaps they should have taken his lead and brought beer to the drinking game instead of something stronger. What was the point of getting smashed on the first game, Wodan was here for the long haul.

He nodded along with the Tiefling’s comment about the Sith’s vague ass missions. When it was time for his Never have I ever, the Firrerrian grinned, partially raising the cup whilst locking eyes with Altair before shaking his head and putting it back down. Vahliri was next, her comment was as valid as Altair’s. What he wouldn't do to have a Sith Temple on a nice beach with calm waters, he was done with deserts. He avoided drinking to her comment as well as the next two, allowing him an early pass on the wine Alexios had forced them to drink.

Then came the Sith Master, he seemed a bit strange, Wodan had expected something completely different than the man who stood next to them drinking and playing party games. Maybe the Firrerrian was a little guilty of Draugr’s complaint, thinking ill of the Sith Master before he got to know him. Wodan took his first drink of the sickly sweet wine, when Draugr brought up fellow Sith. The Temple on Korriban was rather rowdy to be sure.

Regrets, not really there were a few he would have probably said no if he wasn’t inebriated but he didn’t regret it. Wodan wished Caelian was a little more specific on Enemy, did he mean Jedi or what? Either way he was confident he was safe so kept his drink at his side. He had hardly dated in general let alone a Musician, so that was out.

Threesome, nope, all his bedroom combat had been 1v1. It seemed the game had drifted away from the cards and was stuck with Never Have I Ever. His turn, “Never Have I Ever fantasized about somebody in this circle?”. The Acolyte knew little of the past relationships evident here, but Wodan was aware that a fair few of them knew each other long before he turned up to the Sith.

@yachtlovers

 

[Altair Din]

The game was certainly getting interesting.

Knocked a girl up? Shit, he hoped not. He didn’t drink.

Slept with a fellow Sith? Altair scowled at the Zabrak as he took a drink. That was about as low as his own sleeping with dudes one.

Never had regrets sleeping with someone? Now this made Altair’s smile fade at once. His tail drooped and he paused for a moment. It appeared as if he was suddenly very far away, his thoughts elsewhere and a vacant look on his face. Several drinks meant his barriers were lower and his mind wandered to his most painful memories about the first girl he ever loved. It had shaped who he was in many ways, but it also left old scars that explained why he was so reserved about emotionally opening himself up to women now. Altair’s gaze lingered on the ground as he quietly took a sip.

The next question was no better. Did he consider Clove an enemy? He couldn’t deny there was a time he had wanted to kiss her. It hadn’t manifested, but the memories stung all the same. He had unwittingly fallen for her only to trust too much. Only to end up in a New Alderaan prison. He didn’t drink.

Never dated a musician. Altair had to quirk a brow as he glanced over at Sol at that. He said nothing, but it was clear some cogs were turning in his head. The tiefling had hooked up with bandmates before but never dated, so he didn't drink. However, he did glance over at Nova (@LadyRen ) at her comment, giving her a grin, “Damn right we’re a handful,” He flashed her a wink, “Not all of us are complicated though.”

Threesome. Damn, this had always been a fantasy. Altair knew he could probably talk Tiamat into one, but he needed to find at least one more adventurous chick. He had a dazed look on his face as he thought about possibilities, and he didn’t drink.

Clearly Wodan (@Braden )and Nova teamed up because he had been doing exactly what Wodan used as his Never Have I Ever. Altair looked over and glared at the Firrerreo, “You’re full of shit. You've definitely fantasized about killing me after I put you through those combat drills,” Technically Wodan forgot to include that he meant sexual fantasy, “Drink, asshole,” Altair commanded the Firrerreo with a grin as he took his own drink for entirely different kinds of fantasies.

Despite the cheerful front he put, his thoughts kept wandering back to Alia’s never have I ever about regrets. He politely excused himself and stepped back a bit from the group and instead walked towards the balcony to look over the sea. He quietly sipped from his drink, feeling a heavy buzz. He despised how much that girl still managed to tear him to shreds even years later. It always made him feel small and he was right back to being that ugly thing with no self esteem or confidence. He was right back to being that guy everyone pointed and laughed at as he watched his heart shatter to a thousand pieces. Altair sighed softly before he took another sip, watching the gentle waves rolling and lapping in the distance against the sun. His tail dragged the ground, completely limp.

@everyoneelse

 

[Wodan]

“Killing you was the nicest part of the fantasy.” He joked back before doing as he was told and took another swig of his drink as the Champion demanded. As the red plastic cup unclouded his vision he spotted the Tiefling move out of the group. Gone was the bright and bubbly attitude Wodan was used to seeing in the man, replaced by a thick blanket of Melancholy. That wasn’t a good sight, especially when alcohol was also involved in the matter.

Without really excusing himself from the party, Wodan ducked out of the drinking circle and followed the Champion towards the edge of the yacht. It was quieter over here, but he could still easily make out the tell-tale voices of his fellow Sith laughing and joking behind him.

Wodan walked up to the balcony edge where Altair was standing. He didn’t say a word, just lent up on the railing next to him. He had seen enough inner torment to know that it was down to the person to let it out. Others digging only made it sink deeper inside, Altair just needed to know that someone was there if it was to just sit in silence, or to punch. So he just sipped from his own drink staring out at the calm ocean, a jet ski disappearing into the horizon.

@Sreeya

 

[Alia]

Alia's shrug, and accompanying smile, froze as she saw Altair's tail droop. She might not be the most empathetic of people, and normally simply shrug off any , but this she couldn't. She had been mean to her sisters, and seen them be mean to each other enough times to know just what that drooped tail meant. This struck close to home, and just like that she couldn't shrug it off.

As he silently sipped his drink, she opened her mouth as if to say something but immediately snapped it shut. But the game went on, and thankfully he seemed to shrug it off. She herself missed the question about kissing enemies, which kicked off a line of dry questions for her. Without more more alcohol going in, the seed of guilt she felt about her question didn't get washed away, and when Altair left the group, it grew into something bigger and slammed into the pit of her stomach with vengeance. And it seemed like she wasn't the only one to notice, as his Firrerreo friend left soon after to go stand with him. Her mood a little soured by the turn of events brought about by her question, she ignored the last question and just downed whatever was left in her glass in one go.

Her eyes kept getting drawn to the Tiefling by the balcony, the tail drooped behind him. And maybe it was her need to distract herself from any further self-realization that might have been brought about by actually acknowledging her guilt, that she almost magically locked onto a colorful ball soaring across the air behind Vahliri's head. Her eyes widened, and she titled her head to the side to look behind the Annfynn Sith, spotting a group of Sith exiting an indoor pool, leaving the ball behind.

"Never have I ever," she started as she began walking, cutting across the circle of Sith and moving past Vahliri, "said no to having some fun in the pool." Placing her glass on a nearby table, she started moving towards the pool, calling out to Vahliri and by extension the group as she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. "Coming?"

She started running, letting out a scream as she did. "Leeeroooy!!!" As she neared the pool she jumped, her body a small ball that soared through the air and hit the water with a huge splash. "JENKINS!!!"

 

[Coffey Curran]

While the rest of the circle began drinking, Coffey simply sat there and stared at his drink. Realization set in: I have focused too much on my job. He had never really had much in the way of relationships like this, and now it was just dawning on him how even some Sith had scored more than him.

Another realization set in, that Coffey might be nearing the end of the time where he can successfully make and raise the next generation of the Curran legacy. They had seen the rise and fall of the Old Republic, seen the Galactic Empire crumble, and had seen every empire in existence. They had been soldiers through and through, and proud to serve. Yet Coffey had done so much serving that he never got around to making a family.

By this point he decided to get up and remove his shirt, fully exposing the soldiers form to the group, before beginning his walk to the pool. He was not overly muscular, but it certainly was as defined as a 4k holovid. Each small movement to try to hold the drink he had above the waterline was shown on his back, the muscles contorting and stretching to hold the sweet beverage aloft.

 

[Caelian]

Was there musicians he'd wanted to date? For sure, although none that he had been lucky enough to, so Caelian paused.

Now, a threesome was a common bucket list item, maybe more so among the Sith. Caelian glanced around the group with a quip and a smirk, "Maybe by morning we'll need that drink."

Did he ever fantasize about anybody here? He didn't specify if he meant beforehand or including now, out of the entire group, Caelian had only the pleasure of meeting Wodan before this party. Drink.

This charismatic Alia seemed to be the life of the party and quickly dared the rest of the group into the pool. Caelian looked excited and buzzed, watching around for a moment before making the unwise decision to agree. He'd move too quickly and slip on the water's edge while catching his shirt over his head, turning halfway around before plummeting into the pool backwards with the grace of a brick of cement.

 

[Brekis Rath]

Well things were certainly starting to liven up. Figured that Brekis would be the one to arrive unfashionably early. He sipped his drink simply enjoying the music playing the part of the wall flower for the time as more beings began to arrive. No one he directly recogonized but by the force were they all dressed to impress. It only made the large kaleesh feel more out of place among all the near-humans.

Speaking of which Brekis nearly dropped his drink as human looking youngster (@Forsythe Crowholde ) approached him and gave a loud greeting to be heard over the music. His yellowed reptillian eyes would look down at the, what he assumed was an acolyte and gave a nod in greeting. "Hello small one, no I do not mind. To be honest this isn't really my type of party, but I'm told I need to 'socialize' more with my fellow Sith." He knew if he wanted to make some kind of difference this would be the case at least. He just wasn't sure this was the right setting for him. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he at least was sociable when it mattered.

Soon after an actual familiar face would approach the 2 wall flower and greet them. Brekis perked up a bit at the sight of Arla (@Phoenix) "Ah a welcome sight, a familiar face. Maybe you can explain to me how these types of gatherings are supposed to work. Is it really just imbibing large amounts of alcohol and talking while barely clothed?"

Before he could get an answer the party seemed to shift into gear as more Sith arrived and he could eye them starting up some drinking games. As Brekis hadn't heard the rules he decided to sit out, though his eyes did catch the sight of Lord Draugr's arrival and joining in of the festivities. He guessed even Dark Lords of the Sith needed to relax from time to time. Either way for the moment Brekis would enjoy the company of the fellow wallflowers.

 

[Luwalhati]

Lu preferred to be in their lonesome (despite craving genuine attention at times), but judging by the way the Sith Champion accepted their presence made the petite Acolyte's eyes widen and sparkle with hope. The fact that the giant Kaleesh admitted to not taking a liking to loud parties such as the current one made them somewhat connect to their fellow Sith. Perhaps he was the silent-type, much like they were?

Curbing down their eagerness so as not to earn his – or anyone else for that matter – annoyance, Lu gave the Kaleesh a polite half-bow. Their face, however, was bright with a hopeful smile reserved previously for their late Master. "Thank you, sir," they told the Champion gratefully, lowering the volume of their voice back to normal as a brief lull in the music came over them. "I relate to that. The other Acolytes told me that I-I should socialize with, um, with Champions. I don't know what they mean by that."

Of course it meant currying the favor superior Sith, but it just flew over the pink-haired Acolyte's head. They were still without a Master after the death of their previous one, and being a fresh-faced, brand new Acolyte really did give them the quality of looking like a lost small teenager in a crowd of people with a direction and a purpose in mind.

"I'm Luwalhati, but you can simply call me Lu. People say my name's a bit of a mouthful," they then introduced themselves, their smile mellowing down into a more relaxed, friendly expression. "May I–"

They were cut off before they could finish their question, head tilting towards the source of the feminine voice. Lu was quick to give their (Pretty!) fellow Sith a polite nod of their head when her attention shifted to them. Her greeting towards the Kaleesh seemed to hold enough of a familiarity, so Lu thought that she wouldn't be bothered by the Acolyte's presence.

And she did ask for their name, so...

"Hello, miss. I'm Luwalhati, but just as I've mentioned to sir Brekis, you can call me Lu. I'm new to the Empire, and I'm an Acolyte."

They smiled at her just as they had smiled at Brekis earlier, and spoke just as politely. Introductions on their part were finally over, and soon their mind worked frantically for a follow-up. Socializing was never their strongest suit, and it was obvious that they struggled delivering their next words to start a proper conversation.

"Do, um... Do Sith hold parties like this all the time?" they asked, arms swinging slightly, childishly, beneath their goofy poncho robe. They were, of course, oblivious to the chaos and party games going on a few ways away behind them.

@Okoju @Phoenix

 

[John Q]

John got up and went and found Draugr. He took a deep breath and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Master, I apologize if I embarrassed you. I was serious when I asked you to train me. I only came here to seek training from you. I did not mean to offend. Perhaps it would be helpful if I explained my history. I grew up on an asteroid mine. It was a dark, lonely, and dangerous place. All the miners that came there were prisoners who had committed some heinous crime. I grew up speaking violence. I went to sleep in my own blood.”

He breathed through his nose.

“The asteroid is where I first tried bloody rancor, which is my favorite drink. See Master Draugr, I was born in the darkness. The dark side has been all I have ever known. It drives me to do what I do. Perhaps it has discolored me in ways that are foreign and peculiar, as I do come from a far away place. We all wear masks, but I assure you I am not the fool. If you were to rip open my chest you would find it black as night.”

John stared up at the sky.

“Master, your day will come again.”

And with that he took a bow.

@Scoobert

 

[Arla]

Arla watched the two for a moment and couldn't help but think that she had, somehow, found the only two people who looked more uncomfortable being here than she was. She hadn't been to a Sith party before, but she was pretty sure lurking around the sidelines probably wasn't the best way to make friends. And yet, that was one of the easiest things to do. Maybe they all needed to just get pushed out into the center of things, then.

I haven't been to a Sith party before, but yes, alcohol is a key component. And it's a party on the water, you can't not wear swim clothes, she explained.

Nice to meet you, Lu, she said. The acolyte seemed far more uncomfortable than anyone else, but that may just mean that the two of them needed a little shove toward the action. Arla was good at pushing other people into difficult situations. Maybe not so great at them herself thoooough...

Okay, we can't just sit over here in the reject area. We're joining the game. All of us, she said, fully prepared to basically push them along with herself.

She made her way over to the game - which she of course had no idea how to play - but it looked like it involved a lot of drinking based on the way that some people were slamming back drinks.

She was just squeezing into the group when she heard someone talking about ripping open their chest to Master Draugr. That... yeah, that's weird. Maybe someone's chest is going to get ripped open. That would keep with what mother told me, she thought to herself.

I know... late to the game, but room for a couple more? she asked, mentally preparing to make up whatever shots she was required in order to join. Yeah, I'm sure that definitely won't flatten you, she thought. It'd be fine.

 

[Nova Trent]

She felt like sooner or later she would already reach the point of either starting to not get sentences straight anymore, or she would start to stagger lightly. She tried to keep paying attention, yet she was hoping that more spicy questions would be dropped.

Wodan question was indeed spicy and she almost choked on her drink, especially right after Caelian's cheeky remark at first as this was quite an interesting thing to ask. Before? Probably not so much, but now? Well the night was still early, but she skipped this one for now.

Once it was Alia's turn she didn't hesitate a single second, not only because she was in he mood for some pool fun, but also because she didn't want to drink again. She was quite drunk already, so swimming wasn't perhaps the best idea but she couldn't have cared less and so she started sprinting, not necessarily in a straight line but with sift left and right turns before she dropped into the pool, giggling at both, Alia and Caelian.

Once inside the pool she noticed that this soldier boy (@Coffey Curran) was also seemingly planning on joining them and so she got an idea. "How about a chicken fight?? Two men(@Caelian) , two ladies (@Alia) and some shoulder wrestling?". Normally Nova wasn't as cheerful and hyper-spirited like this, but the alcohol had helped with that. She was throwing them a half seductive, half amused glance while she was hoping they would agree.

@gamegroup @poolgroup

 

[Coffey Curran]

Coffey reached down and unclipped the belt holster of the Bryar Pistol he had resting on his hip, tossing it towards a new by chair to rest in. It instead bounced on the rubber like bands of the chair and dropped to the ground below it, the holster making sure the blaster wouldn't be scuffed. The blaster itself was rugged enough to survive the water, as was the belt, but he had decided to not risk it tonight. He held the drink in his hand as he moved waist deep into the water.

"As far as the others are up to it, I am good with that. Just let me," He stumbled slightly in the water, his form leaning to the left a bit before straightening up, "ok, now I'm ready." He obviously was not quite effected by the drinks he has had during the evening, he probably was the most sober one drinking there... is what he would be saying if he didn't have a headache from the drink previously. He hadn't taken a drink in maybe seven years, or atleast a serious one. He hadn't even remembered how many drinks he had had up to this point. His head was pounding, the world wasn't spinning yet but he knew after this he would just go for water. Maybe with some crushed ice and one of those fruit spikes in it.

 

[Darth Draugr]

Everyone was having a blast and downing drinks. For once it felt like the rest of the Sith were accepting Draugr among them for more than just a stern warrior. He may have been a leader among their ranks but he was also a person much like them, he had a fun side to him. Though, after feeling a tap on his shoulder and hearing a familiar voice begin to apologize, his face grew an annoyed expression. Then he would look to the others,

"Excuse me for a moment."

The Sith Master turned around, the effects of alcohol swaying his judgement on how he should respond to the Acolyte sulking in his own sadness for being told he wouldn't be Draugr's apprentice. Then he started to ramble about his past.. Draugr didn't care and before the Acolyte could continue he would stop the Acolyte from speaking after he heard 'I was born in the darkness' by gripping the throat of the Acolyte with the force, using his other hand he would focus on a stasis to the rest of his body. Draugr would then lift the Acolyte off the ground and send them flying over the edge of the ship with a strong forceful push.

Once the man named John was out of sight and over the edge the Zabrak would then speak,

"I hate when they throw pity parties."

Turning back to everyone he was speaking with he would simply say,

"My apologies everyone. Some people don't know how to take no for an answer."

Chuckling after his statement he would simply take another drink and then agree to a fun game in the pool. Taking off his yellow top he would remain shirtless and look for his partner. After taking into consideration of who would be the best fit, he came across the half Annfyn, Vahliri. She was strong and quick. The best choice to have the for the top half of the chicken. Before anyone else could begin finding partners he would call out,

"Vahliri! You wanna be the top part to the chicken for me? I dare an opponent to challenge us."

As he awaited his answer from her he would walk to the edge of the pool turn around, and then backflip into the pool. As soon as his body felt the water surround him he sobered up only a little bit, though it would help enough to remain a sturdy base for his chicken fight partner.

@Altaris @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Wit @LadyRen @Tom @Okoju @Taygood @Issachar @Phoenix @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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Alex let out a chuckle as the white-suited Sith complained about all the trouble he had to go through with his outfit. "It's the hassle of putting it on and keeping it clean that makes it impressive, don't you think?" He suggested, before shrugging. "I figured I might put something nice on, but I didn't want to deal with the hassle, and I think coming as I am is impressive enough." He'd add, clearly joking as he downed another shot. As skimpy as his outfit was, it was also practical-- doubtless he'd wind up jumping back into the sea at some point, or more likely into the on-deck pool.

Going back to the questions, the one in the white suit spoke up first, and Alex glanced around to see if anyone actually drank. Nobody did-- apparently they were all fairly responsible in at least one regard. The next questions each came in succession, and were all fairly similar. The tattoo'd one with the stubby horns asked if he'd ever slept with another Sith, and he didn't drink. It occurred to him that neither had picked cards or answered the leather skinned demigod's category, but when the horned girl who'd started the game failed to mention it's rules, he just shrugged-- and took a drink. Not because of a particularly bad experience with someone, but because of the experience that came the morning after-- that being the hangover and the miserable day he'd spent trying to find his way home in a part of town he'd never been.

The next question came and he... well, he was a little confused, but after some thought he took a shot. "My first kiss was with this girl I met during swim instructions-- our families hated each other, so I guess she was an enemy?" He suggested. His eyes widened a little when one boy in a particularly silly looking hat (@Mr. Teatime) showed up with a cask of wine and spoke through his mind. This was the other one who'd brought booze from the sea, he reckoned.

"You're missing out." He answered, smirking, but not drinking. A comment from the girl with the scar across her face (@LadyRen) caught his interest-- and the boy with the horns-- and his eyes couldn't help but light up at his answer. Not only did he have a body carved from marble, but he played? Why had such a perfect man been crafted, who would never have interest in him?

He stopped looking over after a few seconds, glancing back over at the woman with the scar. Everyone had their tastes, but he still replied, "I never thought playing made me more complicated-- just a little more interesting." He was a little surprised by her next question, and dutifully drank a glass of wine. The alcohol was really starting to hit him now, and he decided to switch over to avoid passing out after just one game. He hadn't noticed if anyone else had had a drink yet, but he was confident that the cask's contents would be emptied by the end of the night.

It was only after he emptied his glass that he noticed that the two handsomest men in the entire group had... gone. He looked around and eventually spotted both on the balcony, the one with the horns and the pretty eyes looking very depressed. One of the questions had obviously set him off. A shame, considering how much fun he'd seemed to be having just minutes earlier. He didn't know what he was going through, but he was pretty enough to feel sorry for all the same.

Than came the other one with horns, who promptly stripped to nothing but swimwear and dove in, screaming the name of some hero or whatever that obviously came before his time. Two others followed, and he'd been about to join them when a group of strangers arrived at the circle moments later. When he saw the bone mask of the Kaleesh his mind drifted back to Taris, and Anai, that exceptionally gifted dancer who he hadn't seen in ages. The other two he'd never seen before, but one had ears as sharp and distinct as Vahl's, the silver in her eyes being just as striking. He didn't know eyes could look like that-- but he hadn't known they could be violet until he'd met the horned boy, and he didn't know they could be really, really blue until he met his sister in law.

All this had allowed him to tune out the dialogue of the one who'd shown up looking like they were headed to a dark council meeting, which he would've doubtlessly found a way to passive aggressively denigrate were it not for the master Zabrak's quick disposal of him. He blinked a few times, deciding that he... wouldn't say anything.

The scarred woman took him out of the moment, suggesting a game in the water. "I'd be down! I've heard I'm good on to..." he began, cutting himself off before finishing the awkwardly worded sentence. "I'm good on someone's shoulders!" He declared, quickly sipping another glass of wine. He wasn't lying-- the boy was short, fairly light, and he'd become a master of both avoiding and dishing out shoulder checks back home depending on whether or not he was trying to start-- or avoid-- a fight.

Regardless, he didn't wait any longer, shouting "LAST ONE IN JUMPS OVERBOARD!" as he plunged into the water.

​

 

[Altair Din]

Altair didn’t expect anyone to follow him, not when the game was still going full steam. He glanced over when Wodan came to join him. The two had been through hell together. Wodan was reserved and he didn’t have the goofy charm that Cairo had, but Altair decided he quite enjoyed the Firrerreo’s company over time. He gave the acolyte a smile, “Thanks, man,” He said quietly and that was it. He didn’t ask any questions or offer an explanation. His gaze drifted back towards the sea. Wodan's presence right there meant more to him than the Firrerreo would ever know. Something changed in that moment and he found a deeper kinship with Wodan than he had before.

“You fitting in okay these days?” Altair asked after a moment. Wodan had come from nobility and sometimes didn’t click right away with others from different walks of life. It was curious that the two managed to vibe considering Altair came from a dirt poor and humble farmer background. The tiefling reached for his pocket and drew out a small baggy. He looked over at the Firrerreo, “Do you partake?” He asked curiously as he prepared the spice. Every now and then he glanced over to see if Draugr was watching but he doubted the Zabrak would care like Tiamat had. His eyes went wide as he caught the Sith Master casually toss one of the acolytes overboard. A glance confirmed it was the same guy that Altair caught wolfing down his birthday cake. Altair stared at the poor guy, watching to ensure he found a way back on the yacht on a lower level. (@Taygood )

Altair poured out a small amount of spice on the back of his hand and snorted it. This was a tame spice and legal in most systems, but it hit the euphoria just the same. He looked over to see if Wodan would join him, but he wouldn’t judge either way.

The tiefling looked back towards the pool when the new game was announced. He had to chuckle to himself when the Nova girl tried to drag the old farts to play chicken. No doubt those fossils would get a thrill from having young hot chicks on their shoulders - likely the most action they got in ages. Altair sipped from his drink and watched for now, feeling the effects of the spice quickly washing away the bad feelings he had from earlier.

“You seriously ain’t into a single one of ‘em?” Altair asked Wodan as he glanced out towards the group, eyeing the very attractive selection of men and women, “I certainly caught a decent amount eyeing you,” He grinned as he playfully nudged Wodan.

@Braden

 

[Wodan]

Wodan’s eyes never left the sea as the waves slowly rolled the yacht. He spent a little time in his own melancholy as he stood next to the Champion, flashes of his own past torment brought a weight to his heart he was not expecting to feel today on the boat. Altair’s voice easily broke through the slowly darkening skies of his mind. Wodan turned to face the man and raised his glass. “No worries.” He replied with a smile.

“Seem to be, no one has punched me in the face for a while.” He replied, the aforementioned punch was one of his earliest experiences as a Sith. The Firrerrian Noble arrived at Korriban a little too big for his breaches and had been quickly knocked down to size by some of the more experienced academy students and teachers. “Nah, never took my interest.” Wodan answered as Altair began preparing his spice. Watching how Altair kept glancing towards Draugr, Wodan realised what was going through the Champion's mind and pushed away from the balcony edge to place his body between Altair and the Sith Master.

Once Altair was done, Wodan returned to his spot leaning against the balcony, but turned to watch the party instead of the sea. Taking a sip from his quickly draining glass he replied. “No, trust me I am into them and a fair few of them to be honest.” Turning to face the Tiefling he raised his eyebrow. “Do tell…”

@Sreeya

 

[Altair Din]

“Really?” Altair quirked a brow, “I figured rich dudes like you had all the access in the world to spice of all kinds,” He didn’t miss how Wodan purposely stood in the way to shield Altair from view of Draugr if the latter chose to judge drug use. His appreciation for the Firrerreo was growing exponentially from this little interaction. After snorting the spice, Altair’s pupils were slightly dilated, but it wasn’t instantly noticeable.

Altair drained his drink as well, looking around for the next one. He snatched two more shot glasses and handed one to Wodan. He was nice and heavily buzzed by now and inching into drunk. It took him quite a bit more to get proper drunk given his overdrive filtration system and even more to maintain that state. Altair chuckled at Wodan’s response.

“For one, I can’t tell who that Alex (@Tom) kid is eye-fucking more - me or you,” Altair jutted his chin towards the acolyte, “And a prettyboy like you? I bet you can go up to anyone here, spit some game, and you’d score,” He said confidently, genuinely believing it. Though something told him Wodan was a bit more shy than that.

“Who strikes your fancy? Maybe I can wingman for ya.”

@Braden

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Since he arrived at the party, Caerllion had decided to stay by himself. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be at the party. The Annfyn liked a good celebration, always participating in the ones that were made by his people in his homeworld. However, these were different from the one that he was right now.

All the parties that he used to go to were formal, these that you expect someone to go dressed in tuxedos and fancy dresses. This one was completely different. He never went to a beach party before, having no idea of how to act in such an event. If it was a ball or a gala, he knew perfectly the protocol that he should follow. However, here he was flying in the dark. He didn’t even know if his clothes were suitable.

The worst for Caerllion was the possibility that the other Sith would notice that he had no idea of what to do. He decided to avoid the games that the others were playing because he was afraid that he would show how clueless he was about most of them.

While he walked among the partygoers nursing a glass of wine, Caerllion saw Altair and Wodan (@Sreeya @Braden) talking with each other. The Annfyn waved at them, but didn’t approach the two. Both because he didn’t want to disturb them and end showing how he had no idea of what to do in such a place. They could end thinking that he was a fool. Perhaps he should only watch the other playing in the water.

Was it Sith Master Draugr (@Scoobert) playing in the pool? He wondered if the Zabrak was used in participating in more of these event. He seemed to be in agood mood.

 

[Alia]

Alia let herself sink into the pool, enjoying the feel of the water pressing down on her from all sides as she reached the pool's bottom. Staying there for a second or two, till she started rising back up, she kicked off from the pool floor and shot back up, surfacing from the water just as more Sith were jumping in. So her attempt to take a deep breath was greeted by overlapping splashes of water, which resulted in her inhaling more water than air.

Immediately breaking into a fit of coughs, she slipped back underwater, which only made things worse. She was struggling underwater till she managed to grab a hold of one of the rugs that lined the side of the pool and wrap her tail around it. Pulling herself towards her, she grabbed the rails and pulled herself up, gasping for breath.

Coughing as she took a moment or two to violently and painfully expel whatever water had entered her lungs, she watched through teary eyes as the pool started filling up. And of course like any sensible person, the firs thing she did was to grab a bottle that happened to be sitting next to the pool, and take a long sip, feeling the cold liquid sooth her throat as it went down.

As the logistics of the games were being sorted out she just stayed there by the side of the pool, drinking her beer and silently cursing whoever Leeroy fuckin' Jenkins was.