Open Social Zest on Zeltros

[Roman Kallo]

Roman actually got half engrossed in a puzzle game on his phone, so much so he flinched a little when the tall pale guy appeared next to him.

"Drink definitely buys company with me" he shrugged. If the guy was willing to get him one, that was a few more credits Roman could hang on to. So far, life as an acolyte was not exactly paved with riches.

"I'm Roman" he said as they headed over to the bar, offering his hand. The stranger had the look of a proper trained up Sith, a touch older, with dark hair, pointy ears and a gold trimmed corset suit that left little to the imagination. Maybe getting your body out was a Sith thing after all, though this guy would look even better with a few tattoos.

The acolyte put his back to the bar, leaving his new friend to order. He was lucky to not be on his own and he would take any drink at this point. His eyes wandered across the room, spying several curious sights and coming to rest on flashy red Twi'lek and a half cute brunette bumping and grinding on the dancefloor (@Sreeya @Phoenix ).

"You know those guys?" Roman asked, nodding their way. He literally had no clue who anyone was and with any luck his Elf-like friend was a mover and shaker who did.

@LouJoVi

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As the music he was singing to ended, Trodai walked to the only two still standing by the bar, Karys and Veltharion, besides a Pureblood female who seemed particularly left out and was tapping her hands. He could see her four fingers which meant a hybrid but was unbothered. It was time to see if she might join the group and so he called her over for some drinks. He hadn't actually got to congratulate Karys and toast so figured may as well now.

He chuckled slightly as Freyja got rejected and cast aside, having missed the moment. A lesson to be learnt no doubt.

And so he smiled and gave a nod as he took his drink, speaking up above the music "Well that was a workout. I didn't get to say earlier but...congratulations Karys. On a job well done and giving the Imperials a good kick in the teeth." he said with a smile respecting what he had accomplished, ordering a round of drinks so they might all toast. "A toast. May you and your future endeavours be always as fruitful." He raised his glass, hoping the others would share the moment.

@LouJoVi @Rom @Roman Kallo @Apollyon @LadyRen @Phoenix @René

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

”Excellent!” Caerllion smiled, before guiding Roman back to the bar, giving a quick glance at Karys, who seemed to be calm. It made him relieved that there wasn’t going to be any punches in his face any time soon. The Annfyn relaxed and immediately turned his attention to the man next to him. He noticed some tattoos appearing from the jacket that he was wearing.

When the man said his name, Caerllion immediately remembered where he knew the guy. “Oh, you are the new Acolyte that everyone is talking about.” the Academy was an excellent place to hear about gossip, which could be useful. The Annfyn was doing exactly that, while trying to be more helpful for the Order, such as being forced to do paperwork in the administration.

He accepted the Acolyte's hand, shaking it with a smile at his lips. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Caerllion. With time you'll know that these parties are very common among the Sith.” it still amazed the Annfyn how the Order was capable of organizing such amazing celebrations. “You only need to stay away from burritos. They are toxic.” he said seriously, before turning to ask the bartender for a drink.

His warning came out due to a waiter passing nearby, carrying a plate full of the deadly food.

The Annfyn turned back to Roman with a drink like the one that he had. He saw the individuals (@Sreeya @Phoenix ) that the Acolyte mentioned and immediately tried to remember their names. “The Twi’lek is another new acolyte, her name is Nash. The man, I think that he is a Master.” he tried to remember his name. “I think that he is called Kaldur or Kaldar. Something like that.”

After sipping some of his drink, Caerllion leaned at the bar. “What are you thinking of being an Acolyte so far? These are the best years of being a Sith.” everything was new and cool when you were an acolyte. Once becoming a champion, all was work and stress. The Annfyn stared at the dancefloor, everyone seemed to be dancing right now. “Do you want to dance after finishing our drink?”

@Alhon

 

[Nash]

The return line from Arak actually made her burst out laughing. That was filthy and unexpected from such a bookish nerd. It was enough to make her flush, her mind running through various scenarios in an empty classroom, "If you can lift me up onto a desk without the Force, I'll be impressed," Nash laughed again, very lightly nudging his shoulder with a fist, “You’re all right, professor,” She said before her brow rose, “You’re still doing my arithmancy homework though.”

Was 3B (Basic Blond Bitch) serious right now? Nash stared perplexed as the woman grasped Kaldar by the hand to interject before they walked off. And then the chick leaned in and stared intently into his eyes as if straining to cast a spell. Under any other circumstance, that would have called for a solid slug to the face from Nash. However, the pheromones mellowed her out a little to where she stuck her hand out and planted it on the girl’s face to shove her away, “Girl, bye,” Nash stated simply as she strutted off to the dance floor. There were plenty of desperate and thirsty dudes at this bar for her to dance with instead. (@LadyRen )

There was a hiss as sprinklers appeared from the ceiling to release a mist that would work as a counteragent against all the pheromones. It took seconds for all the effects to wear off, letting people return to normal.

Nash was out on the dance floor, and immediately felt better after the pheromones wore off. She smiled at the human, slinging an arm around his neck as she moved in close to dance against him. There was something almost unsettling and dangerous about him, and she couldn’t place it. He didn’t fit the mold of all the other Sith here and it was abundantly clear, “Sorry about…those cheesy lines,” She said with a sheepish grin, “I don’t know what came over me,” Nash said, her face getting a tinge of purple, “But for the record, I do actually think you’re pretty damn cute,” She said with a wink.

@Phoenix

 

[Freyja]

Freyja's eyes widened in excitement as she spotted the spare tin of body paint Arak set down on the counter. Trodai (@Akheron) seemed to like the idea very much and while she let herself be led away by Arak, she was quite amused by the way he immediately dove in and applied a decent portion.

She obviously didn't miss Kevin's reply but only mouthed a quick "your loss", before that Nash chick shoved her backwards - oh she knew all about her bully reputation as well, and she was half surprised she didn't throw hands right away, but it left her with a mere scoff as she knew enough about people to know that it was naught but a representation of veiled insecurity to assert 'dominance' like this or whatever it was. It was a mere waste of resources..

If that was what got Kevin's engines going, she felt a tad sorry, but as she was literally just vibing, her full attention flicked back to Arak right away, who was truly a different person today. She was in the best mood still and whatever they had added to her shimmering, colorful cocktail, it helped severely to add to that great atmosphere within the club.

"So did they teach you how to dance back home?", she wondered curiously, a wide smirk on her lips. She already knew he had no idea about what clubbing actually was, which meant she didn't really have any experience with it, but she was ready to conduct further research.

There was literally something in the air that created a unique vibe, but as if on cue, the sprinkler suddenly set in and for a moment. Freyja looked up in completely confusion as the sprinklers hissed, before some of the amused chatter and giggling faded in the background from other dancers around.

"Now that is oooodd", the buzz was still there, but she couldn't deny her mind felt a little cleaer. "How do you like clubbing so far?". They were already on the dancefloor and her hips were swinging to the music while the sprinklers were turned off again. Was that perfume in the air? She smelt something flowery, but at the same time she was feeling a little less bubbly, which was still confusing.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Kaldar]

Kaldar took a step back in surprise, making a face and making room for what he presumed was going to be bloodshed... but evidently not. He'd heard of acolytes killing each other for less before, but it seemed the total disrespect was going to pass without a whisper.

Hm, Kaldar grunted to himself in surprise, expecting Azar's apprentice to defend her own dignity, but ultimately figuring it was a demonstration of the pecking order of the academy. He was glad that he wasn't involved in Academy drama these days.

And then the incident was forgotten about as quickly as it came. He wasn't one to linger on other people's problems, and the air began to clear as the mist cleared out the pheromones.

His body pressed up against Nash's as they moved, unashamed in their proximity.

Aw, don't tell me it was all the pheromones talking, he said with a confident smile, leaning in as the song finished to speak more quietly against her ear.

Because I thought you were ready to play a dangerous game, he said, the glint in his eye as he pulled back hinting just slightly at the fact that there was, in fact, far more to him than met the eye.

@Sreeya

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Voss's eyes glinted as Freyja touched his chest. Then, with Anai, Vossari spun onto the danclefloor wordlessly. It was here he felt most at home. He took time to respond, giving them both a second to appreciate the music. Vossari flipped another credit to the DJ to keep the night on theme. These culture-less cretins would not deny Vossari his night of disco. Another banger rolled onto the airwaves as the pheromone spray dusted the bar.

Vossari grabbed Anai's hand lightly, resting his thumb across her digits as he began to move. His eyes softly closed as he figured out his first steps, tepidly. It was just a quick two-step, at first. But, as the music continued to roll into his ears, he found a more creative series of moves. He opened his eyes, practically glowing with pride as he found the rhythm. One-two-three, pause, five-six-seven, pause. Each number corresponding to a different step, a different turn, a different roll as Vossari pulled his dance partner across the floor. His hands never broke contact from hers, pulling her close and pushing her away. He twirled Anai out and reeled her back in, her waist to his hip, and cha-cha'd a little more.

The droning of his music and the dance with his partner was his sole focus. In truth, he didn't need to know her secrets or her relationship with Karys to appreciate this moment. Vossari just liked to dance. But, since she had indulged him, he would return the favor. He slowed the tempo of their movement, twirling her back in front of him, so they could speak as Vossari moved.

"Vossari." He confirmed. Acting like she didn't know his name. "Anai." He swept her around the floor again as he considered her question. Truthfully, the acolyte life was lonely. He held people at an arms' distance, so he didn't easily make friends. Instead, he learned. He trained. He grew. And, for certain Stih, he grew to love. "It's...tough. I'm not gonna lie." He didn't let his feeling of doubt show on his face.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm walking around with a target on my back." Certainly, much of that was self-inflicted. Still, it was difficult to maneuver through Sith society these days. It seemed like everyone just wanted something from him, whether to abuse him or to try to 'understand' him. He chuckled under his breath. "I'm not complaining, though." His gaze wandered up to meet her eyes of yellow.

"And you? Honestly, I didn't think this was your kind of scene." She had seemed like a rather serious champion. Perhaps it was the pheromones? "You enjoying life after the academy? They don't have parties just for champions?"

@Versok

 

[Serene]

Serene's beautiful features smiled at hearing Juin's name. "Juin..." She said out loud in a flirtatious tone and took his hand. She spoke over the music both to confirm she had heard him right and to just say it aloud, liking the sound of it coming from her own voice. She could see herself saying it repeatedly depending on how things went.

At the invitation of a dance her smile widened and was answered with a nod. The sparkly party goers moved to the dance floor and joined the crowd of Sith. "I'm Serene." She finally said when they were on the dance floor.

The music changed and simultaneously a sobering mist blew out of the ceiling sprinklers and began to wash away the effects of the zeltron pheremones. That would only slow some people down, not stop them completely. There were plenty of feelings still coursing through the bodies of the people in the club and Serene was one of them.

Serene's shoulders swung, her hips swayed as she felt the music fuel her limbs into action. She danced to the disco music around the half-mirialan, just enjoying the act of expression. Her hands found their way to Juin's waist before leaving as she moved, only return a moment later and begin exploring the exterior of his bright and tight outfit. "How old are you, Juin?"

@Xorism

 

[Karys]

Karys grinned as Nash shoved the blonde away. She was strong, good. Karys had expected the blonde woman to retaliate. To lash out in some manner to even the score. But she didn’t, she just took it. Disappointing. Karys watched as Kaldar and Nash disappeared onto the floor and into the crowd. Out of sight, out of mind.

The Barabel listened to his gesture and slid alongside him. It took Karys a moment to recognize him as Vel, one of the scouts from Korriban. Karys’ listened to his question and have a throaty chuckle.

“Yes, this is dancing.” He replied cooly. “Would you like to try it?” Karys offered with a quirk of his eyebrow ridge and extended hand.

Around the same time, the sprinklers launched some sort of neutralizing agent. Kaeys felt his mind clear from the fog that had overtook him. The offer to Vel didn’t change.

Around that time Trodai came back around to toast to his victories. Karys nodded at that and gave a small smirk in reply.

“Thank you Trodai, but it wasn’t my victory alone.” Karys’ eyes turned and fell to Anai as she danced with his apprentice. Maybe she’d teach him a few things.

Karys would reach out to her through the Force and touch her mind. His voice would roll like thunder as he spoke telepathically.

“Your next dance is mine.”

@Sreeya @Phoenix @Rom @LadyRen @Akheron @Versok @Fine Dining Set

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Feifi had long lost track of what the hell was happening, mostly chilling at the party, sipping on a cocktail, it's not that she didn't want to engage in everything, it's just that she felt so.. well, shy, she guessed, everyone here looked so.. wow.. The girl was out of her league here..

drinking the liquid courage, she was working of the nerve to approach someone, ask them to dance, she was moving to stand up when the spray dusted the place, clearing her mind a little, though her cheeks still had a hint of red to them.. you could guess, without her imposing armor, she feels almost naked now..

Feifi slinked back into her chair, nope, nope, nuhuh, not doing it, she was content to just sitttt right here and enjoy the music, food, and drinks.. yeah..

 

[Nash]

Nash chuckled at his words, thinking back to those pheromones. Well that explained a lot. She kept dancing on him, her chest pressed against his as her hips swayed to the music, “Sorry to disappoint,” Nash said with a smirk, “But a man has to work for these beskar buns hun,” She winked again before turning around to press back against Kaldar to keep dancing, letting him feel said booty. In truth, she was more bark than bite when it came to things like that. Nash could flirt and spit lines all day everyday, but she wasn’t going to do hookups so easily. Kaldar had countless options before him if he was looking for a quick fuck, but Nash would not be one of them.

She glanced out over the crowds, catching sight of the others starting to dance and engaging. Her hand reached back and traced along Kaldar’s jawline, “So, how did you stay alive this long being in the field all the time?” She asked before she spun again, twirling under his arm and smiling back at him. Nash may have been bulky, but she was agile on the dance floor.

@Phoenix

 

[Veltharion]

Veltharion was engrossed in his drink when Karys spoke up, trying without success to use the little plastic umbrella to spear the cherry floating amidst the ice, and let out a surprised sound as he looked up and saw the extended hand. The Barabel acolyte hummed consideringly and then drank the rest of his fruit juice, feeling surprisingly warm even as the haze that had fallen over the room seemed to abate with the mist spreading over the club, before taking the Pureblood's hand.

"This one will do hiz best to learn the stepz!"

Rather than following Karys'(@Apollyon ) lead Vel set off in the direction of the dance floor with a determined look on his face, tail swishing behind him and chiming with every movement as he pulled the Pureblood along behind him. Barging his way through the press of bodies, the Barabel found a spot where the speakers seemed to converge and he could feel the thrum of the music in his bones and turned to face Karys, pausing to wave at Nash (@Sreeya) and Braidz(@Fine Dining Set) dancing with their partners.

"Alright; what now?"

 

[Zakkar Tessis]

Zakkar was content to enjoy everything that Zeltros had to offer. It had only been months since the Barabel had been brought to the Umbaran Academy - largely abandoned by the mysterious Sith Champion that had first recognized his latent Force abilities. Though he had yet to find a Master of his own, Zakkar had found purpose within the regimented lifestyle that the Academy provided, and wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to unwind upon catching wind of the party taking place.

The Barabel had arrived along with the rest of his peers - disappearing into the throng of dancing, pheromone-high bodies. The Acolyte had little inhibition by default, and less due to the chemicals that filled the air all around them. While others socialized and flirted nearby, Zakkar was lost entirely on the dancefloor - hips gyrating and swaying to the music.

At some point, Zakkar finally opted to join those who lingered near the bar - casually weaving his way between the crowds. Marcan smoke lazily drifted between the points of his sharpened teeth, curling around the emerald scales of his snout and wisping into the air above him. The Barabel was far less dressed than some of his peers - forgoing a shirt entirely to flaunt his muscular physique, while wearing a golden-and-white lungi around his waist. Golden bracers glinted against his lower forearms, matching the rings that pierced his nipples and the reptilian snout of his nose. His powerful tail swished slowly behind him, similarly sporting a handful of piercings along its length. It was attire befitting a man raised amongst the Rattataki - whether it conformed to the rest of the party or not.

His serpentine gaze flicked across the room lazily - eventually his attention moving to land upon the few people lingering at the bar. He couldn’t help but stare with amusement as some fellow Acolyte was unceremoniously shoved in the face, rebuffed by the Twi’lek and human whose attention she was apparently desperate to steal. Casually swerving around whatever hot mess that was, Zakkar turned his gaze to the sole individual left standing at the bar.

He caught a glimpse of the toast that was offered, only for Karys to saunter towards the dancefloor with a nude Barabel on his arm. Exhaling the last of his herb, Zakkar slid around to wear Trodai was left standing - his tail swishing lazily to the music.

“Care to join me for a dance?” He asked, extending a hand towards the Pureblood. “Seems a shame to be left waiting on the sidelines.” He jutted his chin back towards Karys and Vel.

 

[Kaldar]

Kaldar laughed slightly even as the ground rules seemed to be set. He also didn't seem all that bothered by her statement that it was all bluster, though he, of course, feigned excess disappointment.

Well, what a shame that is, he said, but didn't pull back or move away. Why would he.

With nothing to lose, then, I'll just say you still look fine in that dress, he said as he felt her body pressed up against his. His hands ran gently along her hips as she moved, and she would feel his breath along her neck even as they moved.

She had the moves of a warrior to her even out here that betrayed that she was an athlete in every way. Her hand reached up to trace along his jaw as she asked about his time in the field.

I've survived because I love it. It makes me feel alive... maybe I'll show you sometime, he said, with a devilish smile. The answer to that question could unfold for a thousand hours.

She spun under him and away, once again betraying her skill at being light afoot.

Are you a fighter? You seem... quite agile, he said.

@Sreeya

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai nodded as Karys mentioned the victory was not just his, although he already knew it was only polite. He spoke briefly before he went off for the dance "So I heard, I would toast her too when she is no longer occupied in the night some time." There soon was not many left at the bar besides the female Pureblood who appeared to be ignoring everyone and Feifi who seemed to be drinking something and staring at people taking notes.

Tricia felt a little disappointed he wasn't there dancing but then he heard a unknown voice from behind. He was sure he smelt the distinct smell of Marcan Herb as he turned, only to have to look up for once. He was usually only used to that with Karys so this was a welcome shock. There he saw a very muscular and toned Barabel. Wearing many piercings which he found oddly appealing, it many ways it reminded Trodai of Azar and his piercings.

He was sure Azar would have loved to have seen this. But it was a shame he was too busy.

Looking upwards with his yellow eyes, Trodai bowed, being courteous. Now the pheromones had worn off he was much more himself. Although a bit different, Trodai smiled and accepted the request. No need to be rude and he was curious to see if the muscular lizard was as exotic with his dancing as he was with his looks.

"It certainly is. I would be honoured" he said as he offered a hand to be guided. He smiled as he was lead to the dance floor, before making a attempt as best he could to get in the right position which was not made easy with the height differences. Somehow they managed it, and were soon dancing about. Trodai was more traditional as he held the other man and twirled him as best he could and spoke "Your pretty good. I haven't seen you about before, I'm Trodai. And who might you be my exotic friend."

@Apollyon @Rom @Altaris

 

[Juin Nayem]

He almost laughed when she repeated his name, then dragging her off to the dancefloor. The night was young and so was the crowd, mostly, aside from a few elderly refusing to give up their youthful ways. A misty cloud aka the fun police quickly descended in an attempt to maintain some level of decency, although it remained to be seen how that would pan out.

In speed with the new song, and dancing partner, Juin rocked his body along for the ride. Her name elicited a smile, "Oh that's a pretty name." He said, trying to subtly figure out if he'd heard of her before. Suddenly he felt her touch graze his waist before settling on his outfit. In return, he placed his around her waist as they swayed to the beat.

"Eighteen, why? You looking for someone with more wrinkles?" He replied amused. His birthday bash put this party to shame, or so he was told of its aftermath. It was going to be a long time before him or his friends could be seen at that yacht club again.

 

[Nash]

Passion for doing what he did was not something she expected. Really, it should have been obvious since ‘passion’ was a part of the code as the academy drilled into her head. However, externally she had to giggle, “Surviving made you feel alive, huh?” She quipped with a smirk, glancing down at her own feet when he asked his question.

“Oh? My agility tipped you off? Not these guns?” Nash asked, doing a casual flex with her arms that were, in fact, quite jacked. She was proud of her physique, having worked hard at it over the years to move away from being that scrawny loser boy she pretended to be from Nal Hutta.

“I practice Teras Kasi,” She admitted, pausing the dance briefly, “Care for another drink?” Nash asked as she made her way back towards the bar that was far less crowded now, “If you’re higher ranked and all.. I wouldn’t mind coming along with you on one of these..field exercises,” She said. She could only imagine he got himself into thrilling situations with lots of actions and adventure. Was she glorifying it a little? Probably, but she would join him all the same.

@Phoenix

 

[Kaldar]

Well, that too, he said with a chuckle, looking down at her muscular arms that were probably even more muscular than his if he were being honest.

Ooo, I'm impressed, he said. He had absolutely no skill in Teras Kasi, but he did know it by reputation and he knew that it was potent even against Force users. For that reason it was also popular among many Force-users for bringing down their equals.

Oh, I suppose I could go for one, he agreed, heading with her back over to the bar and ordering himself another shot before sliding one over to her as well. He lifted it up and tapped his against hers before tossing it back.

Oh, I'll take you for a good time, he smirked. You've got to be close to graduating, right? Mostly field work these days? he asked.

 

[Anai Skhess]

Vossari would find that Anai was not too bad of a dancer herself, as soon as he found his rhythm, the Kaleesh woman eased herself into it and started to match his steps and move with great synchronization. Despite her build and looks, her moves on the dance floor were graceful, smooth and confident. Adapting to every push, pull and twirl so Voss could more easily guide her, something that he would probably appreciate given how she was a bit heavier than him.

As the tempo slowed down, Anai listened carefully as Vossari began to talk, tilting her head a little bit as he talked, voicing small concerns. It was nothing too big, but it still reminded her of someone else that was not too far away from them "Any path worth taking will be tough, but you'll find yourself well rewarded along the way, as long as you are worthy." She said in response, Vossari already knew this, he had been given a gift from the Dark Lord of the Sith herself, after all, but it never hurt to reaffirm such things.

"You do, we all have targets on our backs." Anai flatly stated, her eyes looking away for a moment as she heard Karys' voice, her eyes looking at him for a moment, but nothing more. The pureblood would not receive a response, for it was not necessary. If Karys wanted a turn to dance, he simply had to take it, that's how the two of them rolled.

"It is a matter of keeping your own target small, that's how the sith operate, how you survive this game." Anai's eyes darted back to her dance partner "Those that can't don't survive for long. So be smart, be perceptive, and pick only fights that are worth picking." Her eyes focused back on Vossari's, her expression a lot more serious as she tried to get the point across, they both knew why she was saying this, it was something he really needed to learn.

Soon after that, however, her smile would return as Vossari talked, letting out a small giggle as he talked about this not being her kind of scene "I'll have you know that at your age I was usually the one that either started or finished fights at these parties." The party bus incident came to mind, the day she left a lasting first impression "But...You're not entirely wrong, this is only the second party I've been to in a ...long time, really." She admitted, Anai had never been a social butterfly, usually more reserved than most both because of her inquisitor training and the way she was altogether. However, given how hard it was for her to go unnoticed nowadays, it was not a bad idea to try and socialize with other sith, a party was as good of a place as any to find likeminded people and, hopefully, allies.

"I've been busy lately, as you may already know, but our work has yielded fruitful results" The Kaleesh added, of course talking about the little mission she had asked Karys help with "Maybe you should tag along next time, get some extra field experience" Anai also wanted to see what the acolyte was made of, of course. She already knew she could depend on Karys as an ally, but she wanted to see what his apprentice was made of too.

"If there is, I care not for the distinction." Anai started increasing the tempo ever so slightly as she got into the dancing once more "It's good for the new generations to interact with the older ones, plenty of teaching opportunities and...learning experiences of many types." More often than not, the choking type. But it was usually better to learn to watch your mouth when it was punished like that instead of with a duel to the death.

"I must admit, you're quite good at leading the dance, Vossari." She complimented the young man, wondering if Karys had decided to incorporate dancing into his training somehow. Shortly after, however, she would be the one to place her arm around the Wrean's waist, clawed fingers resting for a moment before holding the man quite firmly "But how good are you on the other side?" This question would be followed by a powerful, quick pull that got him quite close to the Kaleesh, her polite smile widening into a more playful one, yellow eyes staring deeply into his, bodies pressing against each other for a second.

And then, she switched gears, something that her dancing partners in the past had experienced too. Vossari would find himself being the one pulled, pushed, dipped and twirled now, and Anai would find great pleasure in the initial surprise that came with it for him. They had finished with the warmup, now it was time to have some real fun.

@Fine Dining Set @Apollyon

 

[Roman Kallo]

Roman frowned. “Everyone is talking about me?!”. He didn’t really believe it. Judging by the lack of interest from the Sith present, he was as unknown and uninteresting to them as he thought he was. The warning about the burritos was equally perplexing, given how solemnly Caerllion said it.

The other Sith came good with others names though. “An acolyte just dancing with a master?” He quizzed, amazed that was not crossing some line. Then Roman remembered he was still thinking like a squire. “And a master already?”. The guy jiving with the Twi’lek had to be younger than him, how could he be a master so quick?

Roman glanced at his Annfyn friend, wondering if he too could far more senior than his age suggested. He decided to stop playing so fast and loose, just in case. “It’s pretty damn good“ he replied, answering honestly “tough, tough as iron sometimes, but it’s worth it. I have learnt more in the last few weeks than the previous six months combined”. It was true. Master Azar had opened his eyes.

”What makes you say it’s the best stage?” he asked. Roman wanted nothing more than to master his abilities and progress. Surely that would be a win win?

He accepted the drink with a nod of thanks, taking a long sip and trying to commit the figures he was seeing to memory. He even thought he saw another Pureblood lumbering around (@Apollyon ), and at least two walking lizards in paint and metal (@Rom @Altaris ). These Sith were mental.

”I could dance” he agreed, cracking his neck. “But i’ll need some harder liquor first”.

@LouJoVi