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A Midsummer Night's Party (Invite Only)

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It wasn't a rare sight to see the rainbow of lights inside the massive estate just outside of Coronet City. As guests came pouring into the grounds, the first thing that they would see was the massive Lenasin family crest on the outside wall. This symbol was something seen all over the holonet, as well as the news. It was a symbol of power, respect, and infamy. Though, as many of the guests would soon discover once they entered the gigantic ballroom area, it wasn't as proper or up-tight as the media had them to believe.​
This estate in particular belonged to none other than an elusive man known to most of the Galaxy as "The Cartographer". Elusive meaning that only a rare few knew his actual first name. He often threw parties like this. Everyone who was anyone were always fighting tooth and nail to be invited. Why? Because to be invited meant that The Cartographer liked you. And if The Cartographer liked you, the Galaxy would follow suite.​
Tonight, The Cartographer had invited potential partners, employers, employees, and even just potential friends. He was in a good mood, and this was one of the many ways he liked to show it.​
[member="Cryax Bane"]​
[member="Jen"]​
[member="Colap Ticon"]​
[member="Yuuta Namari"]​
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]​
[member="Aruna"]​
[member="Jalek Sathora"]​
 
Another party to be hosted by another potential business partner to the Red Ravens. What better reason for dressing fancy yet again? Yuuta always liked these sort of parties. Plenty of good times all around while the potential for things to get "intense" were always possible. But more than likely this was one case where she had to keep her manners in check. Half the other official members to the Ravens had been invited as well and this was a matter of looking good to the man called [member="The Cartographer"] after all. Yuuta thought it a little funny that a man would chose a codename like that, but then again she thought codenames were funny to begin with. Not useful unless you have plenty to hide from the rest of the galaxy.

Arriving in a large private transport with any and all other Raven members Yuuta stepped out first, insiting to do so in order to show off her dress for the night. A nice little number to get the boys attentions; maybe even the girls too. ( http://static.bootic.com/_pictures/187652/1900x1900/black-mini-club-dress-cocktail-party-short-one-shoulder.jpg ) Upon entering the large establishment Yuuta already began to move her body to the music that was playing. She gave a whoop before seeing all the others present and smiled.

"This is why I love this job!" she declared before seeing the man himself. As much as she wanted to make first introductions, especially given how fine he looked, Yuuta knew to let the more higher members of the Ravens speak first. She'd wait to get her chance though.
 
Cryax Bane, President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate usually had little reason these days to go to Coronet City, the "Jewel of Corellia," as some dubbed it. But tonight he had received an invitation to attend a party hosted by a rich businessman named [member="The Cartographer"]. And, of course, he had to bring along a small entourage of Red Ravens with him such as [member="Yuuta Namari"] and [member="Jen"] as well as several bodyguard droids and two identical Chagrian twin bodybuilders whose names he always mixed up. They also brought along their Seargent At Arms, [member="Colap Ticon"], which was sure to make the night entertainingly rowdy.

Champagne had been flowing in the Galaxy One luxury transport the ship on which the Ravens arrived, and as he disembarked, the Chiss was quite tanked already. Given the fact that he'd been captured and tortured almost three weeks ago by the Yuuzhan Vong, Cryax rationalized that he was allowed to numb his pain with whatever substances he could get his hands on. The Raven transport was given special permission to dock in a secret location, all prearranged between Cryax's executive assistants and The Cartographer's people. There had to be plenty of assurances that the crime boss and his entourage would be safe.

Dressed in a sharp pinstriped suit, and typing away on his Datapad, the Chiss crime boss entered the ballroom with his Ravens. He was interested in meeting this Cartographer fellow as he'd heard rumors that the man was filthy rich, and filthy rich folk made good proverbial bedfellows with the President of an infamous Outer Rim criminal syndicate. He was especially curious about the origins of the man's name as he couldn't easily make a connection between map-making and ridiculous amounts of wealth, but he supposed he'd hear the etymology from the man's lips himself soon enough.
 
[member="Cryax Bane"]

Colap stumbled out the transport right behind Cryax and grabbed his shoulder as he leaned over to puke. A ghaslty projectile of oysters and beer came spewing forth across the pad. His cigar went flying from the corner of his mouth and was carried away by the projectile vomit. Colap righted up and smiled, rubbing his belly.

"Now that's more like it!"

It had been a couple weeks since any major battles and Colap was drunk because he was bored.

"I need to get a piloting job or something. I'm about to go crazy. This party better be good cryax!"

He lit another cigar and let it hang idly in his mouth, squinting through the sweet haze.
 

Kashiki

Downrange Deadshot
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]

Honestly, Aruna had not expected to be here today. No, she was busy working in her lab when Hessai had strolled in, informing them of their invitation to this swanky affair.

At first, she had flailed to pick out something nice, and settled on a dress that she kept handy just for this occasion; black fabric with luminescent blue lining, cut at the thigh and short enough where a good bit of leg had shown. Up top, she had taken notice of how conspicuous her bust was, and smirked only slightly.

Stepping from the helm of The Corvette, Aruna turned a eye back to where Hessai would be exiting, putting a hand on her hip. She hadn't seen what he would be dressed in, but knew that it would be some impressive.

"Let it be known that I have a project to get back to after this."

Even when invited to a party by someone as important as The Cartographer, she couldn't take her mind off of work.
 
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The efforts he put into his attire was one that for one who was used to working on the ground and in places were thick but comfortable clothing (and armor) was required felt almost out of place. He chuckled as Aruna called after him, dressed in a simple suit that helped to form about his muscled form and making use of a simple vest version of the iron suit the twins got the other week. Never knowing when work might suddenly decide to show up, but for the sake of letting security do their job, he had his pistol on his belt and ready to hand it over to security once they got inside. Still, in all the work he did, he wondered which particular effort was catching [member='The Cartographer]'s eye. "Perhaps. but it is not often such front and file grunts as we are get invited to these. I'd let to think he's seeing potential-if nothing else to enjoy a pair of eyes on the grounds of frontlines. Once most of the bigger parties have taken his attention, we'll meet and greet as well. with the credits, we might be able to gain more for both crew and us." He looked over Aruna as he stepped by, the look admiring and he leaned in to cusp the side of her cheek and kissed her fondly on the lips. "Looking as sharp as your blades, well done. Let's be heading inside."
 
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Commanding the center of the room was a large dance floor, packed with people from every walk of life. The music was loud and upbeat, and the lights were bright, almost blinding in a few places. Through the throngs of happy care-free beings was the man of the hour. He was dancing with a lithe Cathar man and an alluring Miralian woman, his smile reaching his deep brown eyes. This was The Cartographer's preference in the company of his guests. Instead of being a distant and domineering figure, he was in the middle of the action, absorbing as much of the electrifying atmosphere as he could.​
The Epicanthrix turned his attention to the doorway when some more of his personally invited guests arrived. He and his two companions linked arms and made their way over to greet them.​
"So good to see that you accepted my invitation! Welcome to the party, ladies and gentlemen! Feel free to look around. Help yourself to some refreshments, go out and dance, get to know some people. As long as it's fun, it's allowed!"
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Yuuta Namari"]
[member="Hijinks"]
[member="Darth Vivaldi"]
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]
[member="Aruna"]
 

Kashiki

Downrange Deadshot
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]

The announcement from [member="The Cartographer"] was enough for her. Once he had come over, she greeted the man with a smile and a nod. While she would let Hessai speak for the two of them, she wanted to show her respect for the man's willingness to mingle.

Turning to Hessai, she spoke once more. "I brought my stilettos in here. Hopefully that won't be an issue."

Then, she got a small smile. This was a chance to relax and have some fun, and she would be damned if she let it slip away from her. "Have any nice ladies you want to see tonight?"
 
Watching the efforts of the groups coming in, the one with the blue-skinned figure seemed to be one to keep an eye on things. As it happened however the Cartographer, countering any stereotype of the rich and powerful sitting in some VIP of his own party meshed in and out of the throng. Quite the setup and relief, and one that proved for some interesting possibilities. For now his fingers slipped about Aruna's waist and he grinned. "No worries at that, we're not to be protecting anyone or running tonight-or making exotic use of them-as to ladies, I was thinking you to start with until you needed a break." He nodded to [member='The Cartographer'] as he stepped forward with her, and making their way towards the dance floor. "As you say, and well met! We've been honoured that you have invited us-we'll make good on your suggestion with the dance floor!" Of course, within relative earshot if the man they would seek to work with if opportunities arose.
 
"Get it together man," Cryax hissed at Colap as he almost vomited on his boss's expensive Corellian-leather dress shoes. Who was the Chiss to talk, really, as he was fairly sloshed himself, but he was surprisingly holding his liquor better than the alcoholic mercenary. Maybe there was something off about those Chroma Zedd imported oysters they'd dined on in the Galaxy One.

Now that the Red Ravens had called a cease-fire against their arch-nemeses, the Black Sun, things around the Ravens had been quiet. For some it was a blessing, but for others, it only made them restless. So Cryax didn't want to be a killjoy for the Seargent, for the music was loud and thumping and sweaty people were writhing on the dance floor, and it seemed to be just what all of them needed. "The jury's still out," he said to Colap, waving away the cigar smoke with some irritation, "But my sources swear this party will rival the even biggest nights on Zeltros." Cryax stepped forward and put a hand on Yuuta's shoulder, smiing at her with a warning glare in his glowing red eyes. "I hope you're going to behave yourself tonight, young lady," he said to the assassin with a raised brow, then chuckled and looked around for a serving droid so that he could keep his buzz going.

Bane spied The Cartographer himself on the dancefloor and couldn't help but notice how beautiful the man was. Money, good looks, a punk-chic sense of dress, and the presence to command a room. All these things impressed the young Chiss. As the man of the hour approached their group with his attractive companions, Cryax adjusted his bow tie, silently allowing some armored folks give their greetings first. Then he simply gave the host one of his best charming smiles, content to stand back, sipping his Martini. Cryax wished to see if the man knew exactly what a powerful figure the Chiss was, and if this Cartographer fellow would be curious enough to initiate conversation with the crime boss.

[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Yuuta Namari"] [member="The Cartographer"] [member="Hessai Venscythe"] [member="Aruna"]
 
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It was a rare sight to see the half-ryn embellish herself in an attire alike to the feminine in-fashion dress she was wearing tonight. It was a rather extensive dress in its design, one that had been thought up and made custom to her needs by tailors from Naboo, who had always to some extend been known for their elaborate costumes associated with their royalty.

Of course, Jennifer did not want to point out the exact sum of credits she had used on the dress as it had probably been too much, nor would she reveal that it had been in the works for months. After all, she often preferred suits and more tomboy like dress up, which she found herself more comfortable wearing. But even though she had used almost three whole hours on putting it on, walking around and being nervous she had now decided that today she would try that other side of fashion she rarely visited and hopefully it would fit her. And should questions be asked regarding where it had been made or bought she would probably wave them off with a slight knowing smile, stating that she had picked it up when she “accidently” had found herself on Naboo.


She had even dyed her hair for the occasion; the otherwise marble white hair of hers would for the night sport a hint of pink at its edges. This joined by the open back of the dress where one could spot her new tattoo, that resembled that of two birds, one would know that she had indeed used a lot of time on putting this outfit neatly together.

She had to admit, the trip to Coronet City had been pleasant in the Galaxy One, fun even. Luckily for her it seemed that it had been worth it to keep her fingers away from the Oysters from Chroma Zedd, at least judging from Colap’s reaction as the group had stepped out of the ship. She adjusted the large jet black ornament that sat on her left shoulder and slowly started to follow the others with a large grin, carrying herself with confidence despite the insecurity she had previously felt in this sophisticated outfit of hers, perhaps it had been the alcohol that had washed most of such feelings away.

As the group came to a stop close to the Cartographer, Jennifer gave him a quick and subtle approving side glance, turning her side to him as if she had not noticed his presence. Waited to be waved over with the rest of the Ravens, starting to talk with them as she picked up a drink as a serving droid passed their little group, standing with it idle in her right hand: “You know, as I said earlier. When you think about it, the size of Galaxy One’s cushion should be made bigger, think about all the different sorts of species that can’t lie down in there. It would be a shame. Soo comfortable.”

A rather random follow up on a conversation from earlier, but such was the way of... Too much alcohol?
[member="Cryax Bane"] :: [member="Hessai Venscythe"] :: [member="Aruna"] :: [member="The Cartographer"] :: [member="Colap Ticon"] :: [member="Yuuta Namari"]
 
The Cartographer's eyes looked over each of them. A beautiful half-Ryn girl wearing a lavish Nabooian gown, a human with a rather odd look in her eyes, a worse-for-wear Human male who appeared to have had one too many cocktails, two seemingly battle-ready male and female Humans, and a gorgeous Chiss male standing close behind them all. He looked at the companions on his arms, both of them looking back at him. He turned first to the Miralian woman, saying something too soft to be heard by the others. She gave him a dreamy smile before planting a kiss on his cheek and leaving his side. He then turned the the Cathar male who stood just a bit taller than him, doing the same to him. The Cather grinned mischievously as The Cartographer reached up and playfully nicked the bottom of his chin with his index finger. When he too was gone, The Cartographer walked up to his guests.​
He gently took the Ryn girl's hand, planting a light kiss on it. "Such a beautiful dress. It brings out your eyes like nothing else." He said, smiling warmly at her.​
He waved at the two who had went to the dance floor, calling to them. "Don't be shy about moving you two! If you're going to dance, own the floor!"
He turned to the human woman with the odd look. He kissed her hand as well. "I can tell that you enjoy a bit of rough fun. If you're interested there's a boxing ring on the second level. I can get you a good viewing area, or even a place in the match if you're in the mood to fight it out." He said with a grin.​
He moved to the obviously drunken human. "You don't look too good there. Here..." He pulled out a tiny light blue crystal from his pocket. "This is a soberant solution I came up with a few years back. Just keep this on your tongue until it's completely dissolved. The chemicals eat the ethanol that gathers in your liver and your central nervous system along with the junk that travels through your bloodstream, which clears up the general drunkenness and the hangover that comes after it." Giving the crystal to the human, he turned his attention to the Chiss.​
"[member="Cryax Bane"] . Newly proclaimed president of the infamous Red Ravens, and one of the master slicers of the Galaxy. You don't know how happy I am that you came." He said, grinning alluringly.​
[member="Colap Ticon"]​
[member="Jen"]​
[member="Aruna"]​
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]​
[member="Yuuta Namari"]​
 
Cryax carefully watched the Cartographer affectionately send away his companions then greet all the nearby guests with the flair of an expert host. The Chiss noticed that the other man's moves and mannerisms were the practiced ones of a consummate social butterfly. After giving Colap an intriguing crystal of some sort, the man of the hour approached him without hesitation, and Cryax added confidence to the list of qualities he admired in the Cartographer.

He raised a brow at the handsome host, sipping his martini very slowly. The Chiss had enough drinks in his system to be in danger of making some bad life choices, especially since his Morellian boyfriend was back on the Galaxy One taking a nap in the master suite. But he wasn't here now, and a little flirting didn't mean he loved his boyfriend any less. Some coy remarks here and there couldn't hurt, could they? "The pleasure's mine, Cartographer." he said with a slight blush creeping over his face. At the man's compliment, Cryax waved his blue-skinned hand in a gesture of humility. Then with a crooked grin still lingering on his face, he switched his drink to his other hand and offered out a hand for his attractive host to shake.

"I see my reputation precedes me. I hope that the things you've heard about me haven't been too nasty. You know how the galaxy talks." The Chiss crime boss looked around the room for a moment and then back at the Cartographer, staring squarely into the other man's arresting brown eyes. "You have quite the place here. Mind if I ask you what it is that you do?"

[member="The Cartographer"]
 
As The Cartographer had decided to approach their group Jennifer didn’t seem to notice him at first, being way to caught up in the conversation regarding the sizes of the couches in the Galaxy One. She first turned once she felt a soft figure grab her hand, her head turning almost immediately as she stood in what one could partly refer to as surprise. She of course did attempt to play it cool, offering a somewhat kind smile, yet the facade wasn’t kept up for long as he reached to plant a light kiss on it.

It was not every day Jennifer was shown attention in such a manner and especially not from one of the likes of this Cartographer. It wasn’t a form for attention she craved for, almost the opposite, but it did light up a little tingling feeling in the stomach of hers along with her cheeks growing just slightly rose. She offered the sweetest grin she could manage. “Th-” She stumbled over her words, allowing her to let out a faint fake cough, blocking her mouth with the back of her free hand before continuing to speak: “Thanks...” She merely said, for once finding it difficult to come up with a proper response.

It didn’t matter all too much though as The Cartographer had soon turned to the rest of the escort, giving them his greetings as well. She turned her head away to regain her proper demeanor for a second, trying to exchange a knowing glance with Yuuta as she hastily took a sip from the drink she had been holding in her hand. "Ermm.." She took another quick sip from her drink, turning her gaze in the general direction of the Cartographer. "Nice set-up. You would like it on Antecedant."




[member="Cryax Bane"] :: [member="The Cartographer"] :: [member="Yuuta Namari"]
 
Yet again, Jalek had managed to find himself at another event that all but required the use of formal wear. This time, however, he'd neglected to dress as such. And did he care what [member="Cryax Bane"] or any of the others present might think? Not in the least. If he'd been counting right, this was his third party of a similar nature in the span of just a few weeks, the first two of which he'd actually dressed up for. In his mind, he deserved at least a little leeway. Then again, he was the type of person that, given an inch, would take a parsec. This time he reasoned that although he may have pushed it, Cryax should appreciate the fact that he'd at least arrived in some semblance of decency. Even that could be a rarity in some occasions, and besides, he wouldn't be the same person if he didn't act out once in awhile. And he'd been playing nice for too long, in his book.

But first there was the manner of actually exiting the ship he was currently on and finding the party, which shouldn't prove too hard. Glancing over the outfit he was wearing he shrugged to himself, deciding it would work well enough for the time being. If nobody else liked it, well, that was their problem. And no matter what comment Cryax might have for it, he knew that deep down the other man would be grateful that he'd shown up in the first place. Known for being late to all manner of functions, or at least those that didn't hold some larger amount of interest for him, this was no exception. But he hadn't been on the receiving end of any texts about it, so he figured things had to be going marginally well, at the very least.

Fumbling with his ever-present pack of cigarettes he lit one and took a drag as he exited the ship, exhaling smoke into the cool night air and studying the surrounding area for a moment. A private docking area, that was nice. The only question was how he would navigate from here to the party in question, preferably with relative ease on his part. But nothing ever went like it was supposed to, so he decided to just start walking. One way or another, he would end up at the party, the only question being whether it would be now or later. With his luck, he supposed it would be the latter. Hopefully Cryax wasn't expecting any miracles.

After having wandered the planet for a good ten or fifteen minutes he finally managed to locate the relative location of where the event was taking place, and he slowly sauntered into the venue, lit cigarette still dangling from his lips. Not bad. In fact, it reminded him just a bit of the typical celebrations that were held on Taris every now and again. Sans everyone wearing a well-tailored suit or dress of course. As per usual, he was the odd one out. But that was just the way he liked it, however much it might have irked anyone else.

Casually making his way over to where he spotted Cryax standing, hands in the pockets of his jacket, glancing over the unfamiliar company, particularly the man who seemed to be the host. It was a view he could appreciate, but with a sidelong glance and a smirk at Cryax, he knew he was perfectly content as it was.

[member="Jen"], [member="The Cartographer"], [member="Hessai Venscythe"], [member="Aruna"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Yuuta Namari"]
 
The Cartographer laughed a little bit. "There's no need to call me Cartographer, guys. That's just a nickname the press came up with. Please, just call me Bael!" He took Cryax's hand and gave it a firm shake, smiling widely. "I'm a bio-scientist, actually. I study, master, and experiment with the anatomy of living organisms. This place technically belongs to my family. As for the parties? They're my way of reliving work-related stess. Hence why I hold them on a regular basis."
Bael looked over at the Ryn girl. "Funny you should mention Antecedant. I actually just returned from a business trip there. I bought some of the lights you see from the best wares they had. Beautiful planet!"
It was then that he noticed yet another gorgeous man enter his company. Bael looked him over with an intriguing grin. "How fortunate to have so much eye-candy in one place..." He remarked in a sort of purr-like tone.​
[member="Yuuta Namari"]​
[member="Cryax Bane"]​
[member="Colap Ticon"]​
[member="Aruna"]​
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]​
[member="Jalek Sathora"]​
[member="Jen"]​
 
"A bioscientist eh?" said the Chiss, holding onto the man's hand a little bit too long for it to be merely a friendly gesture. "I don't want to bore you with business talk, Bael, but I have some new projects I'm cooking up, and I believe your ah, talents could be useful. Perhaps we could meet in Antecedent sometime to talk more about it. Since you liked the city so much, of course. I could comp you for a suite at our casino. I think you'd find the rooms suitable to your tastes."

As Jalek joined the group, the Chiss's smile turned into a slight scowl as he noticed how that his boyfriend was dressed was too casually for this type of event. He didn't buy all those expensive suits for the Morellian just to have them hanging in the closet wrapped in synth plastic. And Jalek was late. Again. The crime boss whirled to face the Morellian and scolded him under his breath, leaning in closely so that his sharp words wouldn't be broadcast to the entire room. "You're late, Red," he hissed. "And you didn't even have the common decency to puit on a nice suit. What the frell, Jalek. You look like a rcsit csit." Cryax didn't know if his boyfriend knew that Cheunh phrase but he didn't karking care. Flashing angry red eyes at his boyfriend, he swiped the cigarette right out the other man's mouth, and stamped it out on the floor.

Then he turned back to Bael. If Jalek was that determined to embarrass him in front of important people, then he was going to pay the price. When Bael commented on the "eye-candy" while looking directly at Jalek, Cryax felt a flash of jealousy, but then his anger at Jalek cancelled it out. The young Chiss ran his fingers through his blue-black hair, racheted his smile up a few more notches for Bael, and introduced Jalek.

"Bael, meet Jalek Sathora. Jalek here is one of the Red Ravens best slicers." Cryax raised his eyebrow in a challenging expression to his boyfriend, as if daring him to say something snarky.


[member="The Cartographer"] [member="Jalek Sathora"]
 
The first thing Jalek noticed once he arrived at the scene was the comment and appraising stare from the man later introduced to him as Bael. Interesting. Seconds in, and already he'd garnered the attention of a very attractive man. That could prove to be its own amusement later in the night, given his habit of pushing the boundaries as far as present company would allow and then some. To most it was an irritation, but to him it was all in good fun. And there was plenty to be had. So he just as casually looked [member="The Cartographer"] up and down, tongue piercing clicking absently against his teeth, a smirk on his lips. "You aren't half bad yourself." Two could play at that game.

As for [member="Cryax Bane"]'s quiet scolding, well, he hadn't expected anything less, and certainly not much more than what he received. So his only response was a crooked grin and his own quiet remarks in return. "I didn't think you'd expect anything less. In case you haven't noticed, I am a street rat. But you've put up with me for this long, Blue, so I can't be that bad." It was all true enough. The first time he'd been requested at a party he'd arrived late, much to his boyfriend's irritation, but dressed in a suit. At the second event, he'd been on time and well-dressed. The third time, well, you were looking at it. Besides, it was just a bit entertaining to see how far he could push things with Cryax, and that was something he wouldn't bother lying about.

And then there was his introduction at the Chiss' hands to contend with. In the end all he did was nod in greeting, having spoken his piece earlier. "One of the best, huh? I didn't think we were on such good terms, ch'eo ch'acah." If Bael understood even a small amount of Cheunh there would be no doubt that the two were a couple, but most others pinned them at rivals many times, which wasn't all that far from the truth. But their relationship was just a bit closer than that, even if neither of them would admit it at this point in time. There was always later in the night for revealing their status, provided things went the way he wanted them to.

In response to Cryax's removal of his cigarette he slowly and deliberately took another between his teeth and lit it, not bothering to conceal the fact that he was so obvious attempting to get under his skin. It was some of the earlier tension from their relationship coming back, when the two had been constantly trying to one-up each other in a battle of wits that eventually ended with an interesting conversation at a slicer bar that eventually landed the two together in the other man's penthouse apartment. And what a night that had been. Time would only tell if tonight would live up to the same.
 
Bael's eyes danced with amusement, flashing to gold cat eyes for a moment. He knew a lover's quarrel when he saw one. He'd been in a similar boat with several of his past relationships. He noticed the way that Cryax upped his flirtation a bit after a few little remarks exchanged with Jalek. "Another slicer, you say? Fascinating. And I might just take you up on that meeting, Cryax. Unfortunately, my last visit to Antecedent didn't allow me to visit the Dragon Palace Casino. I've been dying to see what it's like."
He went and shook Jalek's hand as well before taking a cocktail from a passing server droid. He took a sip. "Well, now that you're all here, is there anything you'd like to do? I have tons of entertainment variety."
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Jalek Sathora"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Yuuta Namari"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Aruna"]
[member="Hessai Venscythe"]
 
The Chiss blinked his glowing red eyes when he saw Bael's golden cat eyes replace his brown ones for just a second, and the oddity only served to make the host that much more alluring. That disarmed the young crime boss, as did the fact that his own boyfriend had the audacity to flirt with Bael right in front of him. The Chiss drained the rest of his martini, and quickly snatched another from a rolling bar droid. Watching Jalek out of the corner of his eye, he took a long sip, knowing the Morellian might tell him to slow his roll. Or not. But either way both of them knew that when Cryax drank, he lost control.

"What would we like to do?" he looked at Jalek with dagger eyes. "Besides get him into some better clothes?" Cryax let out a spiteful chuckle, took another sip, and then turned back to The Cartographer with a sweet smile. "What kind of entertainment is there available? And does it involve more time with you?" If Jalek flirted, he decided he would too if only just to show his boyfriend up.

[member="Jalek Sathora"] [member="The Cartographer"]
 

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