Born Anew
// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Get Money //
// Focus // //
CT-312
//
// Attire //
The bar was a silent affair, tucked calmly away in the skylights of the smuggler's moon. Nar Shadaa, to the Echani's surprise, managed to have at least something resembling a high class nightlife after all. Jorryn's experiments had kept the girl to the city's underbelly for far too long, rich in its resources for individuals that nobody would miss aside from a grieving mother. It certainly lacked in taste and fine wine, however.
This place was different. Elegant. Regal.
It befit a woman of Jorryn's demeanour far more than the rest of the planet, and she prayed her studies here would be done before long and she could return to Sith space where they knew something about class. That said, there was plenty of entertainment to be had. Looking upon her phone once again, the Echani began to wonder why she was even here. The dating profile and messages shared with "Kazbog the Mystic" reflected in her amber eyes as she rest upon a lithe hand.
The man hadn't been much of a flirt, to Jorryn's dismay, but he was interesting enough. There was a shocking similarity between the two of them, almost as if he knew Jorryn already. Enough bold advances in the messages as well to keep the Echani's interest in the conversation, though she didn't intend to let the beast actually touch her. No, Jorryn was far more interested in the wealth and influence that he appeared to carry. A gangster of some sort, she surmised, but that had its benefits.
The former Lord Inquisitor was a lady of class, of course. And that lifestyle demanded money, something that Kazbog appeared to hold in spades.
So as the red liquid passed by her dark lips, Jorryn paid little attention to running up the bill before the man appeared, a bottle of Corellian vintage standing on the dimly lit table. It was already near empty, the Echani's new form letting her tolerate alcohol more than she craved. Senses hadn't even begun to dull as she finished off the bottle before raising a lithe finger to the waiter passing by.
"Another bottle, and bring another glass this time." The Echani knew she needed to be drunk in order to bear the interaction coming before her. "My company should be here soon, let's hope he can afford it."
The server nodded, hiding the small part of him wondering if the girl intended to pay the bill if her companion didn't show. And so the Echani would wait patiently, continuing to sip upon her glass as her amber eyes wade across the room. There were many figures in the dark bar that she would have preferred to be seated across from her, but for the sake of wealth she would wait.
Perhaps she would take one of them home instead after this date finished.
// Objective // Get Money //
// Focus // //
CT-312
//// Attire //
The bar was a silent affair, tucked calmly away in the skylights of the smuggler's moon. Nar Shadaa, to the Echani's surprise, managed to have at least something resembling a high class nightlife after all. Jorryn's experiments had kept the girl to the city's underbelly for far too long, rich in its resources for individuals that nobody would miss aside from a grieving mother. It certainly lacked in taste and fine wine, however.
This place was different. Elegant. Regal.
It befit a woman of Jorryn's demeanour far more than the rest of the planet, and she prayed her studies here would be done before long and she could return to Sith space where they knew something about class. That said, there was plenty of entertainment to be had. Looking upon her phone once again, the Echani began to wonder why she was even here. The dating profile and messages shared with "Kazbog the Mystic" reflected in her amber eyes as she rest upon a lithe hand.
The man hadn't been much of a flirt, to Jorryn's dismay, but he was interesting enough. There was a shocking similarity between the two of them, almost as if he knew Jorryn already. Enough bold advances in the messages as well to keep the Echani's interest in the conversation, though she didn't intend to let the beast actually touch her. No, Jorryn was far more interested in the wealth and influence that he appeared to carry. A gangster of some sort, she surmised, but that had its benefits.
The former Lord Inquisitor was a lady of class, of course. And that lifestyle demanded money, something that Kazbog appeared to hold in spades.
So as the red liquid passed by her dark lips, Jorryn paid little attention to running up the bill before the man appeared, a bottle of Corellian vintage standing on the dimly lit table. It was already near empty, the Echani's new form letting her tolerate alcohol more than she craved. Senses hadn't even begun to dull as she finished off the bottle before raising a lithe finger to the waiter passing by.
"Another bottle, and bring another glass this time." The Echani knew she needed to be drunk in order to bear the interaction coming before her. "My company should be here soon, let's hope he can afford it."
The server nodded, hiding the small part of him wondering if the girl intended to pay the bill if her companion didn't show. And so the Echani would wait patiently, continuing to sip upon her glass as her amber eyes wade across the room. There were many figures in the dark bar that she would have preferred to be seated across from her, but for the sake of wealth she would wait.
Perhaps she would take one of them home instead after this date finished.