Open Social Zest on Zeltros

[Freyja]

Spoiler: OCC Info

Open to ALL Sith, so let's go party people! Zeltros Dresscode: Colorful or sparkling

A few years ago, after the Order had been reformed, two Champions had set course for Zeltros - and discovered a warehouse. What had started small soon expanded as various Sith began to rally and work together to infiltrate the government.

Zeltros had been another powerbase for the Sith ever since - with drug trade and other cunning businesses, their influence had slowly expanded, but even after years, Zeltros was still known for something else - its legendary parties.

Freyja knew the story about how Zeltros had slowly became theirs from the Academy, yet most still seemed to mention that between pheromes and alcohol, the planet was an excellent place for parties.

It was the exact reason for why tonight, there was a huge event hosted by the Sith-aligned president who had basically rented the club for them to celebrate their fruitful collaboration.

Drinks and snacks were free, the basses were pounding, the bar was ready to serve whoever asked - ready to either offer known classics or prepare iridescent, exotic mixtures and cocktails to everyones' hearts contents - there was a karaoke booth, a wide, colorfully illuminated dancefloor, more secluded, private areas of the club and much more.

The dress code ("colorful or sparkling") didn't exactly correspond to her regular attire, hence she had bought a new, rosé colored, sparkling dress that had made her feel like a disco ball - until she was inside and realized that with all the sparkling, colorful dresses, the way the neon lights were mirrored in the countless shades and facettes was rather mesmerizing. Her mood immediately brightened and she was headed to the bar, her hips swinging to the music as the lighthearted atmosphere inside was already infectious.

 

[Nash]

Nash was from a planet that had parties all day every day. Her life dressing in oversized clothing, binding her chest, pretending to be a pre-teen dude was over. She still kept her ties with the spice networks in the Outer Rim, but Nash fully embraced her new identity since arriving at the Sith. She was still not assigned a master, a part of her having hoped to run into the Sith that rescued her years prior.

As soon as she received the invite, she decided to show up. She wasn’t in one of her regular bad moods, though she was certain someone there would trigger it somehow. The twi’lek decided to doll up, wearing a dress that flattered her ample chest and chiseled abs. Her coned ears were accented with dangly earrings, and she wore a matching necklace and bracelets. The heels made her appear taller and slender rather than her usual rigid appearance in armor.

The twi’’lek strutted into the scene, thrilled for a break from rigorous studying at the academy. The Holomovies always portrayed Jedi or Sith as beings that waved around sabers and doing whatever they pleased, but the academy was a tough school. She was getting the education she was robbed of growing up on Nal Hutta, but it annoyed her all the same.

Nash walked over towards the bar to order herself a drink, deciding to behave for now. Her eyes, as always, betrayed her fiery nature.

@LadyRen

 

[Anai Skhess]

Making her way into the party, the Kaleesh champion strutted in, head held high as she made her appearance. This would be the second proper sith party she had come to since the split between the Empire and the Order, but this time it would not be a simple attempt at socializing like last time, no, this time Anai had come to celebrate, for she, alongside her partner in crime (@Apollyon) had dealt the first proper blow to the Empire ever since they had kicked them out. Thanks to them, Ossus was in complete disarray, and many of the artifacts that had been taken from the order had been returned to them, they had faced the Empire and emerged victorious.

The Kaleesh woman was wearing a gorgeous, sparkling blue dress that stood in stark contrast to her red skin, which would draw a bit of attention towards her had she been in any other planet. It was a bit more revealing that the usual dresses she liked to wear, but, while Anai didn't know if her choice in attire was a result of her victory leaving her emboldened or the Zeltron hormones, there was no harm in going a bit wild from time to time.

Anai made her way towards the bar, spotting an acquaintance from the last party, Freyja (@LadyRen), their first meeting leaving quite an impression as she vividly remembered helping her getting rid of the disgusting glove that had been stuck to her hair. Hopefully she would have better luck this time, but for now she simply give her a small wave before joining the line of ladies ordering the drink, being here much earlier than last time

 

[Feifi Candorus]

party? drinks? FOOD!? as soon as feifi had caught wind of the party, and the invitation that extended to them all, feifi HAD to go, though she kept well away from anyone doing spice.. or eating burritos, never again, though the drinks were... tempting.. but she decided against it, she was here to have a good time, and the.. "incident" she experienced last party she went to, had wisened her up at least a little.

feifi came dressed to impress, especially given her culture had next to no concept of "womens clothes" or "males clothes", feifi wore what spoke to her. A tuxedo, with a skirt, long socks and shorts going underneath it to cover her legs, and protect herself should any.. speedy movement.. be needed, with a white collared undershirt, and a bright red ribbon, with red little spots adorning the skirt, she had this made to resemble flower petals.. or maybe blood, with these "petals" ending on her waist, a pair of white gloves that go to her wrists and end at her cuffs, a neat top hat with a purple ribbon on it, and snazzy dress shoes to complete the look. If the dress code wanted eccentric, then they would get that, the odd combinations of her attire strangely looking great on her

she had, of course, politely forwarded to her master, after all, she must have had a good time with that other champion fellow, yet it was not yet known to her if they would show up this time.

for as long as she could remember, feifi had always found a solace in dance.. music and song, a balm to her soul... and without her mandalorian armor weighing the girl down, feifi moved with a cat like grace, she was not the brash girl who had watched stupidity made manifest at a party, nor was she the weak girl who watched her father die like the dog, tonight, at least, before it was hidden beneath armor of songsteel, she was just a girl looking for fun, she was human.

 

[Veltharion]

Veltharion had decided that it would be nice to get to know his fellow Sith outside of classes and missions. While the Barabel had been among them for nearly two years at this point, most of that time had been spent reconciling his own shamanistic practices with the Sith understanding of the darkside; his forays into understanding the people of the galaxy had been far less successful in comparison. So, with the help of a fellow acolyte, the Barabel had put together an outfit appropriate for the occasion - something called a dress code - and was excited to experience the culture of Zeltros.

Walking through the city toward the party, a piece of flimsi with directions from the hotel to the club clutched in his hand, Veltharion flashed his fangs in a barabel approximation of a friendly smile and dipped his head in greeting to the passerby that were gawking at him. He could feel their shock echoing through the Force and held back a triumphant chortle; clearly he was making a good impression like the Twi'lek acolyte had promised he would. Reaching the door, he was pleased to see it was one of the kind that opened automatically as opposed to needing a code or passcard and stepped past the gaping bouncer and people standing in some sort of line to enter the club. His eyes and sensitive ears were immediately assaulted by the flashing lights and thumping sound that passed for music in places like this and he blinked a few times to clear his vision before spotting a familiar pair of head tails standing at the bar. He tried waving to get her attention but his voice was lost in the cacophony of music and conversation so he looked for the quickest path and set out across the floor; pausing to squint down at the panels that flashed and changed color every few seconds before sliding between the press of bodies until he'd reached the bar.

"Acolyte Nash!! This one followed your advice on the outfit!"

His voice was barely audible with the music but when she turned there'd be no way that she could miss him. His tail was covered in silvery chains and bangles that chimed almost musically with every flick and movement, the ornamentation going all the way up and wrapping around his waist. Bright red scales, polished to a sheen, were on display with whorls of glittery silver body paint crossing his chest and arms and down his legs. An obnoxious sequined tie, silver to match the paint, hung around his neck... and was the only article of clothing the Barabel was wearing.

"See! This one found a "tie" to match the paint!" He was clearly very proud of himself for nailing this whole cultural understanding thing... but after a moment he blinked and looked at the Twi'lek's dress, cocking his head to the side in confusion. "What are you wearing? This one thought we were wearing the culturally correct 'club wear'?"

@Sreeya @LadyRen

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

The nightclub was exactly what Caerllion would expect from an establishment of this type in Zeltros. It was colorful, with good music, an open bar and several people. The Annfyn couldn't avoid thinking how he never visited the planet, but everything that he saw looked like what was written in one of the travel brochures about this world. Even the pheromones were present in the air, only it would explain the couples that he saw in the corner, making out shamelessly.

The Zeltron really delivered what they advertised.

While he walked through the crowd, Caerllion understood why there was a warning in the invitation about the clothes that they should wear. Everyone was dressed in colorful clothes, some with so obnoxious colors that it was painful for the Annfyn to even look at them. He wondered if he should have brought sunglasses.

Usually, Caerllion didn’t wear much bright clothes, faithfully following the black to dark blue palette of colors that was part of House of Cyfnos. He ended up needing to make a long search for something with suitable colors and for the nightclub. The outfit that he was wearing had bright golden details and enough black to satisfy his tradition. He also had added bright golden glitter in his chest and cheekbones, besides adding a new golden earring.

After carving a path through the crowd and reaching the bar, the Annfyn decided to ask for a drink. There was so many. And Anai was here too. He should greet her after the victory on Ossus.

@Versok

 

[Juin Nayem]

If only the Sith were cool enough to make the party life the default lifestyle of the order instead of a mood re-setter after many dreadful and angsty black dress events. Whisking himself around the dance floor was much more in tune with what Juin was after, perhaps, he thought to himself, he could one day would be the lord of dance.

Dressed for a party, the half-Mirialan came fully equipped for a good time, some tiny goodie bags stuck somewhere inside the suit. Already there was a crowd forming, spotting one familiar face already from their initiation event that went down hill quickly. (@LadyRen) along with several other pretty faces that he hoped to know better by the end of the night.

Walking up to the bar, he placed an order for a couple of shots for anyone that wanted to partake with.

"Ladies." He said confidently, tipping his head at the trio of trouble (@LadyRen @Sreeya @Versok) before downing his first of many for the night.

 

[Kaldar]

Evidently, the party was open to "all Sith" which was definitely a category that Kaldar was a part of, which made it sound like a great opportunity to the mischievous Razeling.

Making his way to the club in an appropriate outfit, and rolled up to take in the sights, and what sights there were.

The first thing he saw was some lizard guy who looked like he was quite literally a court jester with body paint and jingle bells to match. The fact that he was talking to an absolute bombshell of a Twi'lek just made the whole scene even more confusing.

The combination of other characters was an interesting mix. A girl with white hair who looked like she was too young to be in a bar, a Kaleesh, and... oh was that Azar's apprentice?

This was a... daring fashion choice, he said, rotating his finger to indicate "this whole thing" of an outfit that the Barabel was wearing in much the same way as he often did to indicate... decisions people had made.

@Rom @Sreeya

 

[Karys]

The last time Karys joined a Sith party he’d ended up getting actual shit and puke on him. He also ended up in a threesome. He’d learned from his previous mistakes and adhered to the dress code in the most Zeltron way possible. Karys had stopped in an “art district” and paid several street artists to paint him.

And so they did.

His torso was covered in a myriad of colors that were swirled together into tantalizing patterns. His shirtless form had been a tapestry, or at least that’s what those Zeltrons had told him. Karys didn’t care that much, he just didn’t want shirts he actually liked destroyed because of some stupid mishap.

Much had changed since last many had seen him. Karys’ bottom lip had been piercing five times, it was outlined in golden studs. Both of his nostrils had been piercing along with the bridge of his nose, a golden chain ran from the golden nostril piercings up to a golden bridge plate. And finally beneath both eyes, he’d been pierced six times each, oblong golden piercings sat looped in place. Aside from this, Karys had worn a pair of jeans, multi-color light up sneakers, and a simple golden wedding band.

He’d come looking the part for this Zeltros event. Despite his cold demeanor, Karys intended on enjoying himself tonight, after all he had cause to celebrate, Ossus had been a great success for him. When Karys finally entered the club he made his way over to bar to order himself a drink. He noticed a nude Barabel (@Rom ) and red skinned Twi’lek (@Sreeya ) that seemed to know one another. He also noticed Anai (@Versok ) but decided to wait on greeting her. Right now, he just wanted to catch his buzz. That was until he spotted another familiar face.

“Hello, Kaldar.” He said, a smirk appearing on his face. (@Phoenix )

 

[Freyja]

Freyja glanced down at her phone and took a quick cute selfie that she uploaded right away. Obviously, she neither gave away a location, so that her followers would never find out where in the Galaxy she was, and she also made sure that nothing but the fully stacked shelves of the bar were on it.

She then proceeded with ordering herself the first drink of the night - she literally told the bartender lady to surprise her and as she received a sparkling, irdiscent smooth liquid a few moments later, sne was excited to try. She was joined by a jacked Twi'Lek lady she hadn't seen before, but judging from Academy chatters, that was Nash.

"Damn, that dress is hot", (@Sreeya) she didn't bother bluntly complimenting her - it did fit her well after all. A moment later, she spotted a familiar face within the crowd (@Versok), before the Kaleesh approached. "Oh hey, Anai! Nice to see you again!", Freyja obviously hadn't forgotten that the woman had 'saved' her at the last event, and she was grateful still.

Who was seemingly missing still, was Arak (@Javier esschoolbus). She had told the acolyte about this event and even found a suit for him, so she was a little surprised that she didn't see the Pureblood here right now. Her thoughts were interrupted though as a butt naked Lizard suddenly walked up to them covered in nothing but a sparkling tie.

Freyja's mouth flapped open for a moment before she overplayed the reaction by taking another big sip of her cocktail right away. "Dude, that paint job is amazing". Obviously, what drew moth attention was the sparkling tie though. (@Rom). Juin suddenly joined in and she greeted him with a wide smirk. "That's one hell of a suit". Green Boi obviously wasn't here to play either. (@Xorism)

Just a second later, she believed she was on spice or something and no one other than Kevin suddenly made an appearance (@Phoenix). Noooo wayyyy. So Kevin was suddenly a party goer? His outfit was at least comparatively tame though. "Nooo way...hey there stranger", her gaze flicked to him for a momemt, before she scanned the club, realizing that the club was quickly filling up. "Is anything wrong with daring?", she amusedly asked as her gaze shifted back onto Kevin who was seemingly confused about the naked Lizard.

 

[Roman Kallo]

Roman leaned on the rail outside, taking one last drag on the cigarra. He had already made it last past its best, in no rush to head inside. His only experience of parties was getting high on Slick around a beach campfire back on Vaynai. Nightclubs were still pretty new to him.

Some drunk barged into him and he shouldered them away with a wary look. He was not very practised at dressing smart, but the invite had said colourful and he’d managed to pick up a striking red leather set that sat well on his shoulders. He liked leather, though he was not quite sure why yet. Anyway, the low cut showed a hint of the tattoos encircling his chest. Maybe he could just get drunk and score.

He stubbed out the cig and headed in. Master Azar was not going to be here, which sucked. He had not yet met a single other Sith properly. There were too many weird and wonderful characters to take in, so he just leant against the wall for a minute and pretended to fiddle with his comm. He needed to get in the zone.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai arrived on time, he had been busy of late in Ur and now things had settled down he took the opportunity for a well earnt break. Wearing a bright pink floral design suit. He was a little disappointed with Azar being too busy to come but he understood. He was a Sith Master now and King, his Sith'ari attention was required alot more.

He remembered the last Sith social he had went too previously, and how that one moment had changed the entire course of his life. And the people within it. He hoped tonight would be no different in one way or another. Even if there was a fight as was traditional for such a party at one point. Either way it was to be a interesting night. As he walked in, and he went to the bar his eyes widened. Stood there practically naked was the Barabel who had helped on Korriban. Acolyte Veltharion he recalled was the name, a excellent warrior. He couldn't help but laugh as everything was out and about on full display.

Moving into the club, he saddled up next to the trio of ladies and the unknown green and bright pink outsider. Trodai was amused at the bright colours around and Acolytes. He also noted Caerllion, his former Master and Champion Anai. Recalling she and Karys had a recent victory. And then he saw Karys himself, complete with paint and light up sneakers, piercings and all which amused him. Celebrating his victory no doubt. Trodai own nose and ears were also all pierced, from his time with Azar. He still wore the ear ring Azar had given him and the ring on one finger. A promise kept.

Last he saw Feifi, he had a feeling she might end up thrown some point in the night. If last time was a sign to go by.

He spotted the Acolyte from before who had been knocked out in the last social. She seemed recovered since, and said something about daring. Making his way, Trodai slotted himself in a gap between the trio, away from the naked lizard. He approached Caerllion with a smile as he ordered a drink.

"Hello Caerllion, it's been a while. How has my former master been keeping." he said.

@LouJoVi @Apollyon @Sreeya @Rom @Phoenix @LadyRen @Xorism @Hastur

 

[Arak Ragnos]

Arak was doing some alchemy studies he had left. It had been a quiet few days for him recently. Especially since he never wanted to be forcefully sent to a 'code red' mission after the last one. Suddenly his phone was blowing up from someone repeatedly texting him.

Frey: Hey!
Frey: There's a party going down on Zeltros
Frey: and you're coming.
Arak: Party? Is that like a ball?
Frey: Are you kidding no party as in clubbing duh!
Arak: Clubbing? What is that?
Frey: Ughhhh. Here I found you a suit or you can do body paint. Show up here or else!
Frey: Also don't forget extra paint if you go that route. See you there!

And so Arak was standing in line at a body painting shop. Once again misunderstanding what he was asked while wearing the suit she suggested. It showed off his surprisingly tone body despite his nerdy outward appearance. When he got to the booth he asked for something that worked with his red skin. He was given a yellow-orange iridescent flame. It went around his face then down the left side of his body, including his arm down to his hand.

He followed the directions his map app gave him till he reached the club as it was called. Carrying an extra can of paint as requested. As he walked in and his paint begun to glow he stopped to admire it. Before looking at the way the sparkling outfits shined from the lights. Eventually a crowd of a handful of people he had met before was all gathered at the bar.

As he got closer his gaze first flicked to Beskar Buns admiring her dress before going to Freyja and looking hers over. This was completely different the what he saw either of them in. As he got closer he remarked to both of them (@Sreeya @LadyRen) as a slight smirk formed, "You both look beautiful." He said with a slight bow. "Maybe these parties aren't that far from balls" He then turned and his expression immediately changed to shock as he spotted (@Rom). <"Why the hell are you naked!"> He exclaimed not even realizing he was speaking in Ur-kittat.

There were many unfamiliar faces even a few other Purebloods present. For now he was happy to speak to those he knew. He didn't want to anger anyone unwittingly. Especially if they were more powerful than him, he just wanted to have a fun new experience.

@Versok @LouJoVi @Phoenix @Xorism @Akheron @Apollyon

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Feifi, had taken a seat, lots of people.. lots of people indeed..

her eyes, for just a moment, Locked eyes with the man who had looked at her (@Phoenix) before disregarding him almost just as quickly, even if she was all dressed up and putting on a exterior of suave and calm, feifi was still in her heart, stone cold, yet that coldness itself was just a sheild, a means to cope with all she had been through in these few months.. she found it both confusing and odd why he would look at her like that but payed no further mind in typical mandalorian density.

More people walk in, she now sees two of the red brutes, the one who had brought the tacos last time (@Akheron) and the one (@Apollyon) who had thrown her into both the highest she's ever been, and the drunkest she's ever been, which.. eh, considering the things hes gone through, she would consider karma enough.. cin veiten..

yet even now she kept an eye on them both. Particularly the taco bearer.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was waiting for reply when he heard shouting...in ur-kittat of all things. Looking around, he saw how it was a unknown Pureblood, by the look of him a Ragnos even behind the paint he could see it, the distinct ridges. Not that it bothered him, it seemed ever since Korriban more and more of their kind had re-emerged. And joined the Sith.

He spoke to Caerllion "Excuse me one moment."

With that he headed to the crowd gathering, it was time to see who all these new people were. He laughed at the gapping maw of the Ragnos, as he gave a slight bow when he stood next to him to observe as he overheard the conversation "You would be surprised how far from balls they can actually become my red friend." he joked recalling the last party as Arak exclaimed about the nakedness "I believe he misinterpreted their cultural instructions." he chuckled "I am Trodai, and who might you be, I don't think we have had the pleasure of meeting yet." he smiled, unaware of the pheremones floating about and making him slightly more flirtatious.

@Javier esschoolbus @Rom @Sreeya @Xorism @Versok @LouJoVi

 

[Nash]

Things went from 0 to over a zillion real quick. Nash had just received her drink when Vel (@Rom) showed up in bodypaint, a tie…and nothing else. The twi’lek started coughing, her eyes widening in shock that he actually fell for the suggestion she had given him. She couldn’t help her gaze flicking down to his crotch- wasn’t he naked? Where was his dick? Did he not even have one? Nash blinked slowly, sipping from her drink, “Damn, dude I hope that tongue compensates,” She raised her glass in cheers. While she felt a sliver of guilt for putting him in such an embarrassing spot, ultimately he would realize that he wasn’t so differently dressed…or undressed.. Like many others. Out of sympathy for the bullshit she put Vel through, she bought him a drink and thrust it into his hand.

The pheromones were in the air and it made everyone a bit friendlier. Nash’s normally angry edge was buffed out for now, leaving her in a pleasant mood. She began to sway side to side to the music, her mood starting to improve. She nodded to the Mirialan (@Xorism ) that wandered over, “Yo!” She called out, grabbing one of the shot glasses, clicking it against his before throwing it back.

Nash’s eyes were drawn to a walking mountain (@Apollyon ) that strutted into the club. He sauntered over towards the little bar area and she blinked. Nash was always a very blunt woman by nature, and this dude looked her age and yoked. She looked over all the piercings and face ridges, “Now that’s a face I wouldn’t mind sitting on,” Nash blurted out before she could stop herself, not realizing the pheromones were perhaps removing more of her filter than usual. At some point, someone leaned over to whisper to her that this was Champion Karys, someone Nash had heard about due to his various exploits. At once, she had a violent reaction to the news, clearing her throat and quickly wiping off her nose. She had expected some crusty old fool when she heard about this Champion, not some male bodybuilding model her age.

“Sorry um- yeah oops,” She stammered, dropping her voice a few octaves to sound more serious, “Greetings, Champion Karys,” Nash said, bowing formally. She glanced around towards Vel in a silent plea for him to murder her with his tail blade right then.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, her drink shooting out of her nose was timed right as another exceptionally cute guy (@Phoenix )walked over. Nash may have dressed sexy, but her street, mildly socially awkward sides were rising rapidly to the surface. She opened her mouth to say something to the hot human dude when a blond chick (@LadyRen )walked over to compliment her on her dress and address the dude instead. Nash smiled at her, “Right back atcha,” She said politely, noticing a familiar face (@Javier esschoolbus ) coming over next to her.

Nash stared at Arak for a moment, noting that despite being subjected to doing her homework, he was still being polite. The twi’lek had a brief moment of reflection. Was she the bully now? Nah. She jutted her chin towards him, “Sup, professor?” She asked, “You clean up nice yourself,” Nash said. There was no way he knew how to dress for this. That blond chick definitely helped.

The twi’lek glanced over towards the dance floor as she threw back another drink.

 

[Kaldar]

Oh, look at that, Karys came sauntering up and was also in body paint. Maybe Kaldar was the one who had missed the memo about the dress code and the jester lizard had it right.

I like where your head's at, he commented as he heard the Twi'lek's (@Sreeya) comment about Karys, imagining that for a moment before he was pulled from that pheromone-enhanced thought to his pants, which now had several drops of nose-drink that had managed to make it all the way from Red to his pants. Red doesn't really narrow it down in this group, does it? Oh well. At least it could have come from someone worse, he thought to himself before giving an "ok, fair" face and shrugging along.

What a surprise to see you here, he said to Karys (@Apollyon) as the man approached. Now this was a different look than Muunilinst. You certainly look relaxed, he added with a smirk.

Azar's apprentice came over as well, commenting on the Barabel's "outfit" as well. Long time, no see. You look nice in that dress, he commented as he glanced at her dress, the pheromones evidently sticking in the air for everyone at this point. Ah yes, and what a dress. Had she looked like this when they met on Dromuund Kaas? Was she off limits because she was Azar's apprentice? He wondered if that meant that Azar was going to be here, too?

Hm, not sure about all that, was the thought that seemed to stick in his head.

You know, I didn't catch your name, which seems appropriate now that you've squirted on my pants. Through your nose, I mean, he said (@Sreeya).

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

The doors opened wide. Smoky air from the glittering club lit up the outside, as Vossari stepped in to the twinkle of the disco ball. First a trip to the DJ booth, and, a few credits later, their favorite song from this era of Zeltron music began to grace the airwaves. Now, with disco finally playing, they could get the party started.

Voss was dressed in an outfit befitting the occasion - a brown-and-gold jumpsuit woven from a soft velour fabric and inlaid with with glittering stones. The clothes clung to him tightly, accentuating his features and complimenting his light smile and brown eyes. His outfit was matched with glimmering ear piercings. A macron joint hung lazily in his lips, which he held on to with hands clad in brown velvet gloves. He let out a long drag as he grabbed a bright cocktail and sipped it.

The Sith, as always, looked ravishing. It was always a wonderful occasion when they dressed up, and his eyes couldn't help but wander between the beefcakes and the slender prima donnas. Karys looked like his gorgeous muscular self, as always. The man he was with, too. Anai was breathtaking in her draping, blue gown; it contrasted beautifully against her red skin. And those muscles OMFG. The same could be said of Nash, who, although currently having a moment, strode amply through his mind whenever she passed by. And Freyja, too, looked perfectly on theme at her party. He chuckled as he approached the bar, offering a winning smile to her (@LadyRen). "Amazing party, babes. I love disco. And this dress. Did you throw this party just to show it off?" If so, it was a move he could respect.

Above all, there was something supremely satisfying about a room full of shirtless men. He slid behind Arak (@Javier esschoolbus) just in time to quip. "At a Sith function, parties are never too far from balls." He twirled his head, letting his long, braided locs drape down his his shoulder.

As the rest of the group settled into conversation, Vossari's hand moved towards Anai's elbow. The two of them had never spoken, yet he followed her work with Karys. It'd be nice to learn a little more tonight, perhaps. "I love this song. Want to dance with me?" He took another drag of his blunt and puffed, gesturing to the dance floor. It was his true home at any party, so he would go regardless of answer.

 

[Karys]

Karys had just ordered his first drink and was taking a sip when the Twi’lek spoke to him. Sit on my what?! Karys sputtered, he coughed, he gripped the edge of the bar counter, and alcohol went everywhere. When he could finally breathe it came in one deep gasp. His face had turned completely purple in less than a heart beat, only partially from asphyxiation.

He blinked as he tried to regather his bearings and composure. That wasn’t what he’d expected at all. Once his breath was caught, Karys would actually look at the woman. She was hot, the dress, the heels. She was also soaked from a drink coming out of her nose. Karys smirked at Kaldar’s comment about her squirting on his pants.

“Normally, it takes a little more effort to get someone this wet. Maybe a little later tonight you can take a test drive, yeah?” Karys teased with a smirk. When the woman went to bow, Karys allowed her to, if she was an acolyte it was only proper. “I think we’re past formalities now, what’s your name?” He asked.

His gaze would flicker to Kaldar as the man greeted him in return. He’d smirk at his one time partner in literal crime. “I was about to say the same to you.” He replied. There was something different about Kaldar, had he done his hair different? When did he become his type? “Seen anymore skyscrapers lately?” He asked teasingly.

Karys would order himself and Kaldar another drink. He noticed the Twi’lek woman take another shot and then glance out to the floor. He didn’t blame her for wanting to scamper away. His eyes drifted lazily towards the refresher, what an interesting way to start the evening.

@Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Veltharion]

The Barabel looked strangely at Nash, sanguine eyes tracking gold as they seemed to rove over his body paint and scales before going back up. She completely bypassed his question about why she had dressed differently than described when she shoved a tall glass filled with something bright pink that smelled like the fruits he'd sampled in the dining hall. Assuming it to be some sort of juice he knocked the drink back in one gulp, eyes going wide at the sweet but tart taste as it washed over his tongue and the warmth that pooled in the back of his throat and flowed down. Letting out a satisfied sigh he held the glass up like he'd seen on Azar's hall ohs and said, "Cheerz!" before a bright red orb at the bottom of his glass beneath the ice caught his attention. Looking down into the glass he squinted before his tongue slipped from his mouth and slid almost serpentlike down the glass through the ice cubes before curling to envelop the fruit and then retracting back into his mouth. Chewing with a blissful expression on his face at the explosion of flavor, he blinked and looked back curiously at Nash (@Sreeya ) "What do you mean compensatez? What is this one compensating for?"

Shortly thereafter their corner of the bar became far more popular and crowded, the Barabel smiling obliviously at some of the shocked looks and nodding graciously at what he assumed to be compliments, making sure to inform (@LadyRen) and (@Phoenix ) that he was trying to learn more about cultures and his companion Nash had agreed to help him look the part. The Barabel's jovial expression slipped a little as both of his Longfang's mates appeared, nodding respectfully first at Karys (@Apollyon) and then at Trodai (@Akheron ) as was proper. The battles to claim Korriban had been fraught with peril and it was... nice, perhaps, to see them in a more relaxed setting. He hoped that the Longfang might make an appearance but knew that unlikely what with his duties. Still, when Nash caught sight of Karys and liquid flooded from her nose the Barabel let out a stream of hissing laughter, leaning heavily against the bar as she tried to recover and sent him a pleading look. He found it hard to stop laughing, a bubbly feeling filling his chest and a fog in his mind but he shook his head and finally managed to stop laughing just as the bartender slid a second drink into his hand.

Intent on saving the evening, Vel stood tall next to the musclebound twi'lek and clapped her shoulder as Karys introduced himself, a cloth napkin swiped from the surface of the bar pressed into the Twi'lek's hand so she could quickly dry her face while the Barabel commanded the attention of those surrounded, his tail lifting and flicking behind him causing the chiming of the bangles to fill the air and catch the light "This one iz pleased to introduce you to Nash, Longfangz mate! She haz a bit of a temper and a mean left-hook, but you will meet no finer pugilist among the acolytez!" Trusting that Nash had managed to make herself presentable again Vel grinned at Arak (@Javier esschoolbus) before the smile dimmed a little and he looked down at himself. "What do you mean this one iz naked? This one waz told that paintz and baublez were the customary attire." The barabel turned to look back at Nash and then the bar, fiddling with the empty glass as he thought over some of the looks and comments he'd received. "Oh... this one understandz now." Tail wrapping around him a little tighter, Vel slowly started to slide down the bar, allowing the conversations of others to come to the fore as he tried to slip unnoticed into the background.