Public Above the Clouds of Bespin [Public]

[LT-137]

Location: Solstice Vine - First Floor Bar.
Outfit: Thyrsian Bodyglove with Tribal Vestments.

It had been a long time since the Thyrsian Warlord had laid eyes on the Ison Corridor, but the demands of an active military-industrial complex required him to return to these ravaged stars. As his warship traversed through the nebula, his mind drifted back to when his armed forces were here last. The First Order reigned back then. They laid claim to every world within the Anoat Sector. They turned them into Fortress Worlds - upon which the armies of the Galactic Alliance threw themselves against time and again, hoping to regain their lost territory. Yet, for years, these worlds prospered under First-Imperial rule. Until the Ssi-Ruu came.

Then, all was lost, as the First Order splintered into squabbling warlords and successor states. Those that remained within the Anoat Sector sought to enact the Secundus Protocol, where they would become the last bastion of First-Imperial power in the Western Reaches. However, the Ssi-Ruu vanguard had other ideas - so too did the Golden Company, as the First Order broke their contract by failing to pay for services rendered. Both forces speared into the heart of the Ison Corridor, but only the Golden Company emerged victoriously. A small smile creased the Warlord’s lips as he recalled utilizing specialized chemical weaponry to utterly annihilate the vast hoards reptilian invaders.

Another dirty little secret that the Galaxy blissfully swept under the rug.

However, the man didn’t trek halfway across the known universe to relive past memories of glories long past. Instead, the man came to Bespin to negotiate a deal with the Baron Administrator of Cloud City. The terms regarded a continuous stream of tibanna gas shipped to his holdings on Coruscant, and to Thyrsus after that. As to be expected, when their meeting finally began, the two men spent several hours haggling over the terms and conditions - alongside several other notable factors that involved security measures around shipping lanes. There was a point during the meeting that Khonsu felt inclined to fall prey to his more barbaric instincts. To reach across the table and strangle the man with his bare hands.

As entertaining as that would’ve been, it wouldn’t have made a difference. The people here were loyal to their own, and the death of their Baron would’ve negatively impacted the entirety of Cloud City in some fashion or another. Thankfully, the Warlord had a greater sense of self-control than many would expect. So, as the deal was struck and the man had several hours to kill - Khonsu made an uncharacteristic choice and elected to visit one of the local watering holes. He was never a man to revel in the vices of the underworld, as they made the mind and body weak. Yet, this was a big deal, and the man felt like celebrating.

Thus, his path had led him to the entrance of the Solstice Vine, one of the newest nightclubs to open their doors on the streets of Cloud City - if rumours proved true.

With a subtle gesture of his gloved hand, the bodysuit clad Sun Guard dismissed the gilded Stormtroopers that comprised his armed escort. While he could’ve easily killed the security forces that patrolled the grounds of the establishment - doing so would have defeated the purpose of celebrating a successful deal. Sadly, such thoughts were commonplace for a Warrior-King; especially one who spent his entire life being dragged from one battlefield to another.

They were old habits, and they died hard.

Nevertheless, Khonsu entered the Solstice Vine - and tried not to succumb to the pulsating linear lights and the sense of claustrophobia that the central tunnel implied. When he emerged on the other side, doubtlessly scanned for hidden weapons and other illicit materials, the Thyrsian found himself habitually scouring the occupants for any signs of familiarity - as well as possible points of egress should things get nasty.

It wasn’t long after that the man navigated his way over to the bar and beckoned one of the scantily-clad wait staff over.

“Nice outfit,” she began, with her lips curling into a smile. “So, what’s your poison, Handsome?”

“I’ll have the special.”​

| [member="Joza Perl"] |​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Bespin.
Cloud City.


It hadn't been so long had it? Ryssa thought it more recent - her last visit to Bespin. It turned to be false, for it had been a lot longer than she had realized when she first arrived on the Cloud City the place was surrounded by First Order propaganda. Posters of her cousin Natasi were on nearly every corner, and the men in white plastoid the Stormtroopers kept a careful watch on things. Now it was gone, and Cloud City seem no worse for wear. She wore a small black dress with a complimentary belt to go with it, her hair was down and curled just past her shoulders. It wasn't hard to get through the door or to walk through the kaleidoscope of colors the tunnel offered as she made her way to the first floor.

Taking in a deep breath the socialite exhaled. There were certainly an array of people about, but none of them were who she had hoped to run into. [member="Djonas Vile"] was perhaps the only one that occupied her mind, she happened to meet him at the rather... Intriguing festival on Dathomir and now, here on Bespin she wondered just who she might meet. It wasn't often a Yvarro was seen away from some Imperial tether and the appearance tonight she hoped would help that image.

She considered getting a drink but thought better on it, at least for now. Ryssa trekked along the ambulatories of the first floor doing her best to get past the other patrons with minimal contact.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra slipped her way past the bouncer with less resistance than she expected. Perhaps it was the few cheeky words or the saber hilt she had flashed brazenly. In truth it had everything to do with how much she resembled the big boss.

'I need to see her,' was entirely unchallenged.

And so the minor bounced her way through the front doors, her green companion in tow. She had not wanted to take Acaadi along for the ride. But as it turned out it was entirely too impossible to shake his ass once he caught her stealing-- ahem- borrowing a certain someone's speeder to skip on a padawan 101 s p e c i a l lesson.

She had a seeking suspicion he just wanted the chance to drive it himself. But whatever. If this got him off her ass and her off of silver rest, she'd take it. She just needed some air, okay?

Her bounding pace stopped short, her small frame clogging up the threshold as the thrum of music filled her core. Her eyes slid closed, the quarter zeltron soaking up the feel of people, and music, and life. A smile slid across her features, her eyes alight as they opened again. She had no intention of visiting her mother. At least... not yet. Her gaze skimmed the room as she took a step to the side, letting the flow of traffic resume past her.

"Hey. Hey Acaadi. Do me a favor and stay away from the second floor, okay?" She told him over the bubble of noises. Her hand had flickered to his chest unconsciously, to the padawan robes he was most unfortunately still wearing. Her gaze was locked on the glimmer of red above the crowd, her mother's hair unmistakable through the dimness and thrumming lights.

"Okay, bye!" She darted forward before he could respond, shimming her way onto the dance floor.

 

[Zak Dymo]

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She'd ordered a Corellian whisky and then told the bartender to just leave the bottle.

On the ground floor of the club, Kory stood out from the crowd in the bar. Her silver hair seemed starkly light in the lighting, contrasting sharply against the black and silver suit that she more.

To her right and her left, people were enjoying cocktails. Strolling up on the bar and then giving the bartender all manner of fancy names. Umbaran Sunrise. Tatooine Twister. And of course, the daily special. a Romi and Coci -- which was really just diluting your alcohol with carbonated molasses.

Didn't anyone know how to just enjoy a good drink anymore?

For herself, Kory had a glass with three cubes of ice in it. No more. No less. Into which she had two fingers of whisky. Which was how a drink was meant to be enjoyed.

Well, that and a good cigar. But most of these places had banned smoking since about 844 ABY.

Maybe they had a patio..? Now that she thought about it, a good cigar sounded like the perfect pairing with this whisky.

 

[Acaadi]

It took him half a second to process her words through the noise of the club. This was exactly the kind of place that he wanted to escape to from his lessons. It was the kind of place he would want to end up at with a group of friends at the end of a night. Not alone whilst stone cold sober.

Krya was already moving away, trying to make a beeline for someone. Maybe if she had friends here he could at least introduce himself and not be a complete loner. He did miss his friends from home. He didn't have many at the academy yet.

"Hey!" he called, turning to follow. There was a pause as he was distracted by just how little the girls behind the bars were wearing. It was fortunate that he didn't look up to see the dancers on the platforms.

"Who are you going to see?" he asked, nearly being pushed over by the crowd.

 

[Kyra Perl]

"Noooo one! I know no one here," she insisted, glancing back at him and casting him one of those smiles. The ones that were beginning to signify trouble. He was lucky she had a much smaller wardrobe to pick from at the academy, because when she paused to undo her the cloak that went to her training garb...

Well at least she was wearing something underneath. The remains of a once sensible shirt had been cut up and twisted into tassels and thin straps. He was seeing more of that pink skin than he ever had before, and her grin only widened at his reaction to it.

"Lighten up. We saved the wookies. We deserve a break." She dropped her cloak to the ground, no thought given to the fact that she might need it later. A sense of freedom rippled through her. She pulled out her hair tie and let her hips catch the beat of the music.

She caught onto his stiffness and laughed further. "Come on. Let's get a drink." Near half his size, she tried to tug him to the bar anyway, swaying to the beat as she went.

 

[Acaadi]

"You want me to..." Acaadi almost offered to take her robes to the cloak room. Two things stopped him short of thag sentence. First of all he realised that if he went to the cloakroom he would never find her again. Second of all his eyes widened when he realised she had actually come dressed for the club. He had not.

A tunic was better than robes so he picked hers up. Heedless of drawing any attention he slid his off, rolled them up and wih a wave of his hand send them over the heads of the dancers to land at the cloakroom. The member of staff looked in bemusement at the heavy pile of brown robes, shrugged and carried them to be hung up.

"Sure, you can buy me a drink," he replied with a smirk. There was no resistance in being dragged towards the bar. He didn't ask what the age limit for drinking was here. Acaadi was used to being popular back at home, he knew what not to ask. He didn't sway to the music was they went. He was at least one Romi and Coci away from dancing.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Ground floor bar
Wearing: Pants | Corset | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 1 Nozhi Blade
Tags: [member="Jaya Tandris"] | +Open!

Though she'd remained on her own for the next few minutes, swatting away only one person who made the attempt for an undesirable approach, Scherezade was surprised to realize that she wasn't actually suffering. Sure, the music could do with being turned down a little, and some people needed to be sprayed with deodorant, but other than those few little things? The choices in music was great, and the mixture of different species meant that her nose was on edge but in the good way, her senses filling with the knowledge of species she hadn't known before, even if she currently had no name to attach to them.

She watched with amusement as people fought over the chairs. It appeared that she had not been the only one more than willing to use a blade in order to make sure her butt was on a proper surface. In one further off corner, two males appeared to even break into a fist fight over it before the guards escorted them both off premises. And then the chair next to her opened and she looked with interest, wondering who would occupy it.

It was a woman. Surprisingly, the woman directed her attention on Scherezade almost immediately, causing the Sithling to blink in surprise. And before anything else happened, the woman… Asked for help? Now her brows furrowed. Choosing a drink? Was… Because… Oh! The woman must've thought Scherezade actually knew anything about booze. Well, technically, she knew a lot about it, because she'd spent three months of her less than two years of a life being drunk out of her mind, but it was mostly the jet fuel type of stuff she had at the time, not bubbly fancy drinks with umbrellas in them. And this complete and utter stranger had no reason to even suspect any of that.

"Get her your best vodka," Scherezade said almost sheepishly, the blush rising to her cheeks, "not the cheap stuff that punches your inside to announce its presence. The kind that gradually lets you know t's there and ready to caress every organ inside your body."

Turning to the woman, she raised her eyebrows now, asking without words if that was fine for her.

 

[Nej Tane]

Oh there was always that girl, always that one. That one, that first real one- that'll get you. But it wasn't like she left me. She was gone, gone gone. And I searched the stars trying to find her. But she was gone. And I had to move on. But my moving on meant moving from bar to bar."

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Oh there he was again. Another night wasted, another day slept away. Trying to drink away what little love he had for himself. The drinking absolved the pain, the bottle washed away his memories for the night. He dirtied himself in the mornings and repeated the process. From one end to the galaxy to the next. Petty smuggling, thievery, strong-arming low level guys, cat burglary. Anything to keep his mind off of the fact that he'd rather be anywhere in the galaxy with her. But the only times he could recall where he was happy recently, or the deep valley between sadness and happiness, was when he was knee-deep in work, or neck-deep in alcohol.

So that's why a new bar was so appealing.

Somewhere he hadn't been, a new thing, new faces. Less judgmental eyes. Nobody could whisper how he'd been there six nights in a row, nobody could comment that he hadn't looked like he slept in six days.

Red jacket on his back, pistol under his arm, a frown on his face, a drink in his hand, and his ass at the bar.

Just in a shinier, louder place.

Hell, maybe he'd dance.

 

[Joza Perl]

It wasn’t long before the club was in full swing, and would likely stay until the wee hours of the morning. Opening nights often went this way, and it wasn’t a particularly good indicator of success down the road. Hopefully the First Order wouldn’t rise up from the grave and put the kabash on her fun. Those lizards had best keep their distance as well.

From her vantage point on the second floor, Joza had a good view of almost everything. Well, a decent view depending on where the soft, colored spotlights were at the moment. Who’d ever heard of a club with bright, sterile lighting anyway? Her eyes followed a head of red hair and a flash of pale pink for only a moment until the form had bounced back into the sea of people. Suspicion caused her face to tighten only for a moment as she was reminded of [member="Kyra Perl"]—her youngest, who’d recently gone to train with the Silver Jedi. Hopefully this time stuck, but she still missed her daughter dearly. She was too young to be here anyhow, but if she was a traditional Perl then she’d find her way into trouble.

That thought was put to rest as she spied [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] and his wife, [member="Ylva Heavenshield"] taking up residence at the bar. Joza and Théo had collaborated on the drink special, which served as a nice draw for club patrons and a way for the Valkyri to get more product exposure in this sector of the galaxy. Joza had not been present at their wedding and thus was not familiar with Ylva, but Coci had relayed to her that the woman was fierce and strong, enough so to keep Théo in line, which was a feat all on it’s own. Of course, the pair had been given VIP accommodations for this venture, as would any of their kin at Joza’s establishments. Gotta take care of your friends, am I right?

The entrance of [member="James Justice"] was somewhat drowned out thanks to the loud music and flashing lights. A few nearby security guards moved in towards him, and so Joza motioned the head of her security team over to her. “Give him a warning. Don’t throw him out just yet.” The security head nodded, passing her messages along to his ground team via comm. Rowdy behavior was to be expected, but it was also a thin line that could get quickly out of hand. And so, James Justice would be given a quick “cool it”. Joza’s gaze lingered for a brief moment, wondering where she’d seen his face from. There was another that seemed familiar, yet perhaps he was not. The hulking form of [member="Khonsu Amon"] did not escape her gaze or her interest.


Another figure at the bar would catch her attention—the green skinned Twi’lek, [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]. A slow smile tugged at her painted lips, wondering what in the nether had brought Star all the way to Bespin. Why not find out? The security head was still nearby, so she sent him to fetch Stardust. Once she’d been lead up the stairs to the awaiting Zeltron, Joza would embrace her. “Star, old friend—it’s good to see you! What brings you out here, so far from Zeltros?”

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Joza Perl"]

While she waited she had ordered two of the specials, both names something she heard of and brought a smirk to her face. She knew her old friend could be quite the jokester when she wanted and no doubt this was one of those moments

Over the thumping music she spotted a creature apparently yelling at some man...the contraband he had was visible to star and she looked away not interested in getting caught up in it. Next came another this one was more recognizable them the creature and it was none of them james mother fuckimg Justice, honestly star wasnt surprised at all she knew he lived at times for the party

Before she could call out to hin a security guard came up to her...smomg she listened and nodded standing as she looked to her right arm remembering she had it loaded just incase. However she was greeted to a surprising sight and laughed as she hugged joza an departed her back

why, I came to see you! I heard you ran this joint and had to come see if you were here! I am getting old ya know gotta see my friends before I fall to detah or combat

She smirked and stood back sighing

good looking as years ago still

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

"Hahaha. Now this is a party!" This place was so alive, the room was spinning and still I managed to make my way to the bar. The charming smile on my face more infectious than ever. Blue eyes shining starring at various arrays of drinks, women and the treats the patrons resorted to using. " Wow, excuse me but you ma'am look, splendid!" I exclaimed looking [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] up and down. If it was not already apparent that I was high on some variant of Spice it might be so now.. I dont know why I felt the impulse to look around after freely gave such a complement, but I wish I didnt.

That was when I saw a ghost. A Zeltron from all too long ago [member="Joza Perl"]. I doubted she remembered me but still memories stirred from my past. It waned on my focus. A bantha about to be hit by a speeder. That was what I looked like. Hopefully the expression of shock would be mistaken as a awkward flirt so any serious conversations could be avoided.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Bar
Kyra rolled her eyes, unseen to Acaadi as she slide through the throng of bodies. "Excuse me, but you followed me here, remember?" He was so paying. Mostly because she didn't have any credits.

Wait, did he have credits? She stopped short for moment, realizing that of course he wouldn't have credits either. Lex was the one paying for their things. She groaned, resolving in an instant to get them a drink another way. She pulled her hand out of Acaadi's, waggling a finger up at him to give her some room. There were plenty of ways to get a free drink at a bar, and Kyra wasn't opposed to any of them. However the easiest solution appeared in the form of a blond haired stud getting pulled away from his order before it could be fully delivered.

Kyra watched through the throng of people as the bartender slid down two filled glasses and left them where the boy had been for him to come back and claim. Or not, the man couldn't care any less, he was busy! Kyra went up on her toes, checking that the owner of the drinks ( [member="Kiegan Lysle"] ) remained well engaged elsewhere ... then slid forward and swept them up.

Kyra walked away as if it were the most natural thing in the world-- as if they were actually meant for her. She sat a few seats further down the bar and gestured with her chin for Acaadi to join her. It wasn't until he reached her that her facade cracked and she busted out in pleased laughter.

"To freedom," she exclaimed, handing him the glass and forcing him to clink ends with her own.

 

[Acaadi]

"Freedom!" he agreed. He clinked glasses and took a long drink. He cast a glance over his shoulder to see where 'Jeff' had gone. Acaadi wasn't worried about a confrontation over the pinched drinks. Instead he was more concerned that the man who had paid for the drinks was taller, older and better dressed. Probably more interesting than a Jedi too.

Acaadi's demeanour finally cracked and he allowed himself a laugh. His family expected a lot of him at the academy. He expected a lot of himself there too. In the last year there had however been precious few chances for any kind of rebellion.

"A Jedi must be without attachments, but it's difficult being at a bar without being attached to any credits. Or maybe it isn't! Why did you come to this place?" he asked, having to lean close to talk over the music.

 

[Kat Decoria]

It was a nervous moment, Kat had recently changed her appearance, she grew bored with her hair looking like all other female Echani so had it restyled. However, it was something completely new and very different, she loved her new look but was nervous others would dislike it. For the most part Kat had stayed away from big public gatherings, it wasn't her thing, too loud and everyone seemed have an opinion and that opinion had to be correct. She rather spend time at home or in the training rooms. Today, she was dressed not in armour or battle garb, with no weapons and wearing actual make-up.

Kat looked like a nice lady, not some sweaty mess like normal. At least that was what her sister said when she left the house. It was a little rude but a lot of truth. Kat hadn't dressed up nice in a long time.

Wearing a short dress with long sleeves and wearing black stockings. Kat wandered into the club, looking around, she noticed that plenty people were already all talking to each other and having fun. She was late for sure but that wasn't as much a big deal as Kat approached the bar and took a seat. Ordering the special, guessing that she should try the new drink. Curious if it was named after [member="Romi Jade"] and [member="Coci Heavenshield"], two women she could not help but respect and admire deeply.

 

[Leona Hart]

"Oh no, I will absolutely pass on the nightly special. Not my style. How about..... that one. The Perl's Pink, what's in that? Yes, perfect, mhm, the pinker the better darling, thank you."

Leona Hart settled comfortably at the bar for a moment. The place was packed, and it had taken a minute for her to even make her way to a place she could get the bartender's attention. Usually, she preferred a slightly quieter venue, but then, in truth, not MUCH quieter. Leona found enjoyment in the flow and movement of a crowd. She liked the chatter, the energy, both as a participant and as an observer.

When a seat opened up next to her, the Zabrak and his companion (an alien Leona honestly couldn't even claim to be able to name, this was a cosmopolitan venue wasn't it?) shifting towards the dance floor, the Atrisian took the opportunity to boost herself up onto it with a little hop and a shimmy.

For now she watched the crowd. The smile on her face was one of comfort and amusement, but then, that was her usual expression. She had already arrange for access to the VIP experiences but Leona wanted it all. She was a woman of unapologetic excess and she reveled in every moment of it. From the first step into a new club until the sun rose, she would explore each thing a particular venue had to offer. But she was in no rush to move from moment to moment.

"Mmm and what kind of fruits are those on the stick, I didn't know there were that many different pink fruits in the galaxy. Oh, pumpkin, you'll have to write that down for me," she said with a laugh at the answer as her drink arrived.

Opening a tab, perfectly manicured nails traced the patterns on the glass before taking a taste.

 

[Amea Virou]

[member="Kiegan Lysle"] // [member="Kingsley"]

Oh no. He grabbed someone and assumed they were Jeff. Stacy looked over at Kiegan as he was dragged over towards her and made to answer for something he most certainly hadn’t done. Her fingers gently curved to cover her mouth from the grin that spread across her lips.

“It’s all easy, man. But like, this ain’t Jeff.” Stacy said moved her hand from her mouth to her hair to continue twirling with her locks. “Like, dude, this guy looks more like a Chad than a Jeff. Don’t you think?”

Stacy still gave the guy a look though as he seemed to try his best to keep his ‘smoothness’ going. There was a role to play here, better not give up just yet. Something about the man, though. Had a vibe to him that was hard to drop. Was he familiar or something?

Amea had spent most of her time in graves. She sure hoped he wasn’t familiar.

Regardless, she played along with the Stacy routine.

“Dude, maybe Kiegan here is also interested in your selection of pharmaceuticals.” She looked at Kingsley and then Kiegan. “It’s like, entirely legal. Of course.”

The act dropped for a second as Amea shook her head towards Kiegan with a most serious frown that quickly went back into that same upbeat, ditzy girl act she was keeping up.

 

[Kingsley]

Kingsley blinked.

"Not...Jeff?" he puzzled the words out carefully, as if what [member="Kiegan Lysle"] and [member="Amea Virou"] were saying was something so fantastical the scoundrel struggled to even wrap his mind around it.

His muscles, taut and ready to pull the young man's arms out of his sockets, slowly relaxed.

Tilting his head back Kingsley began to laugh. It was a hideous sound and that was bad. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and that was far worse. An incomprehensibly foul odor wafted over poor Kiegan, the overpowering reek of rotten desiccated flesh common to a scavenger creature's staple diet. While violence was apparently no longer on the menu he still held this would be Jeff close to his beaked maw in a vice like grip.

Finally he managed to compose himself.

"Rrrrawk! Look who it is, Stace!" he whirled the young man around and shoved him down into the seat next to Amea's, "Its my main man Not Jeff!"

“Dude, maybe Kiegan here is also interested in your selection of pharmaceuticals.”

"Great idea, babe!" Kingsley roughly tousled Amea's hair. If the smuggler noticed her strange frown he showed no sign of it, "Isn't she a riot?"

Clapping his arm on Kiegan's shoulder, he swung the confused hapan back towards him before he could muster any kind of response.

"Today's your lucky day Not Jeff! Your ol pal Kingsley is gonna teach you how to live," he casually flashed the boy, revealing another peak at his contraband, "Wanna buy some death sticks?"

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

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Ylva Heavenshield had never experienced the full life of a nightclub before, the seemingly immediate pace of which the establishment had come to full swing of life and activity had somewhat thrown her concentration before her Husbands words called her eyes back upon his.

“Here is to us, and Coci Cola”.​

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"To us, and this concoction you've named after my mentor...-Your Mother" she eyed @Théodred with a smirk and a subtle challenge to his courage. Such an action would undoubtedly have consequences when Coci were to discover the news that all manner of drunkards would be wrapping their lips around a chilled, miniature version of her. Yes, perhaps she was over-playing it, but it was entertaining all the same to imagine the hell Théo would be given over it.

"Promise me there won't ever be a Ylva Jaegar, or some such nonsense out there in the near future" she asked, though her tone sounded more like a warning than it was a request for her reassurance. As she took a sip from the glass she had been given by her Husband, her eyes returned to the crowd that now seemed to surround them, blocking all nearby entrances that would otherwise offer her new-found anxiety with an escape.

"I really wish you hadn't talked me out of bringing a knife, at the very least" her brows furrowed momentarily at the thought. There were many descrete places she could have hidden a knife, given she was forced to leave her Axe's behind. 'Uncivilized' according to the Galaxy's social rules, not at all like their home on Midvinter. You were a fool if you weren't armed with something study and able to cave in someones teeth back there. Here...-Well, people were easily frightened, apparently..

"Feels like the entire population of Norvegr-fen, are in here...." she continued. Théodred knew what it meant when Ylva acted as though her back was up against a wall. With her anxiety, came her need to rebel against her fears or discomfort, this typically provoking an unnecessary fight or show of strength in order to prove, if not only to herself, who was on top and in control of a situation. The color of her hair wasn't the only resemblance of fire that was in her.

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[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] I [member="Cyran Vaas"] I [member="Kiegan Lysle"] I [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] I [member="Tan'yill"] I [member="Decker Willo"] I [member="Kingsley"] I [member="Jaya Tandris"] I [member="James Justice"] I [member="Amea Virou"] I [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] I [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

A Chesire-like grin pulled at her ruby lips, genuine enough. “Old? You? Star, you look as good as you did when we were kids, running around the galaxy and getting into too much trouble.” She couldn’t help but laugh, glad that someone was finally willing to talk about something other than their headcount, or the stock at the bar. Seeing [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] was the breath of fresh air she didn’t know that needed. Even though they both lived on Zeltros—with Star being the head of state—they were both busy enough that their lives barely intersected anymore.

Joza waved over one of the waitresses, a pretty Zeltron expertly balancing a tray on one arm. “Drinks on me, of course. Have you tried our special, a Romi and Coci?” She couldn’t help the grin at the name. Neither woman would likely be pleased, but hey, free drinks at least. “What have you been getting up to lately? Aside from being royalty, and all.”

An older looking gentleman appeared before them, complimenting Stardust on her appearance. While jovial, he appeared to be a little out of it, either under the influence of substance, or infected by the party bug. Joza offered [member="Jeremiah Jade"] a diplomatic smile, polite but wary. “Can we help you with something, Sir?”