“Quality” Time

[McCool]

It was a slow day. Not a snow day or a blow day, but an achingly dull, needlessly long day. So much so that McCool could’ve sworn someone was adding extra hours when he wasn’t looking. Was Nar Shadaa’s rotation really that jarringly different, or was he just so incredibly fed up with the monotonous day. He had tried to find something that he could pass off as productive to do, but to no avail. Malicar was probably extremely busy doing real important things that he’d never let McCool even hear about let alone touch. He had been blacklisted from all the nearest bars, ironically giving a way of counting how many times he felt this bored. He needed something thrilling. A truly fearsome foe to conquer. An adventure was out there waiting to be had. He craved the adrenaline of poking the Wookiee and playing with fire. Eriate!

He immediately bolted upright from his laid back position, excited at the prospect of pushing her buttons. It often enough led to some minor scrapes and bruises on occasion, but as long as no blood was seen he usually reasoned it was fair game. He rushed off to find her, eager to salvage the half-wasted day before it was too late. By the time he tracked her down, it was already solidly into the afternoon, time was a key factor in this equation. And he never was the sharpest mind when it came to numericals and reverse addition so he just went as fast as he could. Finally reaching his destination, he walked in.

“Howwwwwdy.” He said, drawing out the word playfully. “Miss me, son?” He took his hat off and dipped his head slightly as an additional acknowledgement. He crossed his legs and leaned up against a wall, not out of breath per se but still reeling from the burst of activity. “Sooooo, how ya doin’?” He smiled in her direction, knowing all too well he’d be on thin ice for this entire discussion. “Listen, son, I was thinking, a rare happenstance I know. I was thinking to myself I was, “Shoot son, it’s been a city minute since I done had some quality time with my own flesh and blood. Gosh darn it, Eriate must be missin’ me dearly, bless her heart.” And I thought to myself I did “Well that’s just not right” and when somethin’ ain’t right you bet your biscuits imma make it so.” He paused, pretending to choke up for dramatic effect. “Therefore, I came here to propose to you, little lady, that we have some fun. Now I may be an ignoramus but I know we have different understandins of “fun”. So I came up with a itty bitty compromise. We each pick an activity, so we both try out each other’s fun. Meet in the middle, you could say.”

 

[Eriate]

Eriate was told by her brother to 'relax' and 'find something stimulating' to do for the rest of their time on Nar Shaddaa. While he wasn't exactly clear on what she was to do, she did find meditation relaxing, and stimulating. Though, he also asked that she'd get to know other members of the crime syndicate, she was willing to make an exception; after all, she was getting to know herself, and she was part of the syndicate. She was perfectly fine doing this for the remainder of the day, in fact she planned to, until a single individual managed to breach her sanctum and ruin everything; McCool. He wasn't supposed to be allowed in her suite, let alone know where to find her. Her brother had to be behind this, she just knew it. Her ruby red eyes narrowed into an intensified glare that could have punctured through the hull of a warship. "McCool...." She muttered, her hands gripping her knees rather tightly. Her cousin always found a way to punch through her calm demeanor and awaken the fiery temper within. If he wasn't related to her, he would have been dead. Why in the hell did her brother have such a fondness for him? It got worse however, because he wasn't stopping by just to talk to her, oh no that would have only been a brief moment of suffering, rather he wanted to spend the entire day with her; such must have upset her brother greatly with her tardiness.

McCool was entirely unbecoming of a Chiss in her eyes, he lacked focus, discipline, and for some unknown reason cosplayed as some wild gunslinger like one would see in holofilms; it was madness. What made it worse, was she was going to have to put up with his nonsense now. Eriate let out a sigh, as she broke from her meditative pose. "Okay, fine, McCool. I will spend part of the day with you, doing whatever it is you wish, however, do not think I do not have my limitations, cousin." It took a bit of willpower on Eriate's behalf not to vomit using that word unironically. "So, cousin, what do you want to do for your activity? Hm?" Eriate asked, as she extended her hands to pull her gauntlets back towards her. She could only imagine what sort of horrors he wished to subject her to today. [member="McCool"]

 

[McCool]

He relished in the sheer animosity he could feel coming off his cousin, only furthering his anticipation of what would follow. He chuckled at her warning and replied “Findin’ limitations is my speciality, son.” He got up off the wall, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Well, ain’t this a hogtied sarlacc of a conundrumination. So many options, so little time. We could go reek-riding, though I get the feeling you’re a more accomplished rider than little ol’ me.” He said, really trying to twist the knife. “I could take the opportunity and settle some scores, we could play pin the tail on the Hutt, that’s always been a favorite of mine.” Then his face lit up like a dying star, bursting with elated realization. “I know exactly what to do! C’mon, let’s have some fun.” And with that he headed off, leading her to a little diamond in the ruff bed found during his stay on Nar Shadaa. When he had found it he had considered it too nice a place to get himself kicked out of, so he verybpurpoely took his tipsy self to another establishment to get properly wasted. It was nearing dinner time, and the sun was starting to bleed oranges and purples as it neared the horizon. Eventually he brought them to what most would assume had to be an outhouse or a horrendously neglected kiosk, wedged between an armory and a defunct pet store now overrun with gizka. Knowing full well how poor a first impression the outside made he smiled to Eriate and said “I don’t care who y’are that’s looks like a good time right there.”

He approached and opened the door, revealing a very narrow hallway down into a surprisingly eerily abyss illuminated by flickering red lights. He held his hand out to take hers and said “Don’t be scared, son, I’ll let ya hold ma hand.” Continuing further down into the seeming unknown, the lower registers of music started to seep through the walls. At first only the bass was heard. Then as they neared a wooden door some hoots and hollers were escaping through the woodwork. Finally, he opened the door and the audible wave of a raucous afternoon washed over them. Inside the small passage way opened up to a huge space apparently built entirely underground, beneath all the other shops. In bright holographic lettering with a twi’lek in a hat straddling them said “Jukon’s Jamboree”. It was a little slice of true Wild Space that he’d managed to find in Nar Shadaa. Tables were filled with all kinds of species, at that same variety was also filling the dance floor, dancing in a very specific patterned all in lines. “Welcome to heaven on Nar Shadaa, son!” He yelled over the noise. “Care to dance?” [member="Eriate"]

 

[Eriate]

The corner of Eriate's mouth twitched as McCool continued to use that insulting term 'son' when referring to her. "I told you to stop calling me 'son'." She said as nicely as she could, which still was as welcoming a tone as nails on chalk board. She then mentally banished the words that McCool was speaking from her mind, trying to will him out of existence as he went into a rabbit-hole of all manner of stupid ideas that Eriate wished to save her brain cells from enduring; but she could only ignore so much. She was soon whisked away, being pulled into the maw of insanity and madness that was 'bonding time' with her cousin. She walked the streets with him, only half listening to what he had to say, while spending the other half of her brain function trying to work out how long she had to be here.

Arriving at the place McCool had chosen, Eriate sighed and shook her head, a brief moment of disbelief flashing through her mind. "You can not be serious." She muttered, looking to her cousin only to find he was indeed serious. "It looks like my first choice if I wanted to have my liver stolen, but if that's what you call a good time it could explain a few things." She would follow McCool, as she had unfortunately agreed to do this. The narrow hallway only made her shake her head, though she quickly scowled at McCool. "If you grab my hand, there is a good chance you won't be getting it back." She said right to the point, as she pressed on. She could hear the music pounding from up ahead, and indeed a brief inquiry with her force powers confirmed that was indeed a club of some sort. Her face immediately took up a displeased expression, but at least there could have been much worse. "I can tolerate this." She stated, but would let McCool lead the way into the club. She was right behind him, keeping in step, and would move off to his right as she inspected some of the crowd. It was an interesting assortment to be sure, but nothing too outlandish. She glanced back to her cousin, her face showing amusement now. "Do you even know how to dance, cousin?" Eriate was particularly found of dancing, in fact it was one of the few hobbies she enjoyed partaking in; though it was mostly because she enjoyed the movements she could replicate.

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