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[Decker Willo]

Decker watched as one of the other patrons gave him a raised eyebrow look, as well as some words that almost had him whistle again. He simply shrugged once the woman left her seat, and went to the dance floor. Did he stare...well of course he did, he couldn't help but not stare sometimes at others who caught his eye. It was mostly her attitude to him that got his attention, but already she was out of Decker's reach so there was no point in pursuing more, so he thought.

Decker got back to drinking, then began murmuring to himself. "Well, that's one I've managed to disgust..." he said quietly, scoffing at himself. It was just how he usually was. Many didn't like how forthcoming he was, and he never understood why...others would have seen that in a blink of an eye. This time, when he had his gaze searching, Decker actively looked for a man rather. Why not make it a challenge for himself?

 

[Acaadi]

[member="Yula Perl"] [member="Amea Virou"] [member="Kiegan Lysle"]

No sooner had Acaadi arrived than the young Jedi who had thrown his stolen drinks over himself was dragged off into the dance floor by [member="Kingsley"]

He looked to the two women who had been around the pair and gave a hopeless shrug. Acaadi wasn't dressed for a club. He still had his Jedi tunics on, even if he had discarded his robes some time ago. He was also too young to be here, but only by a year.

"Erm, I don't think he wanted to go with the big bird. Should we...do something?"

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She had been bumped not intentionally, least she did not think it was. She turned to look at where the girl had gone green eyes tracked until they rested on the form of [member="Kyra Perl"]

She looked familiar...who was that?

Rekha took her drink thought for a few moments and decided to be impulsive...she knocked the drink back and headed to the girl. She could dance and keep up some...a bit of a bumpy start as Rekha joined the crowd near Kyra.

Who was this girl that Rekha felt like she should know. .....

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra’s attention slid to a set of green eyes lingering on her. A lazy smile pulled from her lips, an edge of euphoria vibrating inside her gaze. Her attention slid off the woman as easily as it came, the person she danced with grabbing her chin and redirecting her attention back to their lips.

Kyra indulged, until the club drew her attention again and she was pulled back to watch the hypnotic trail of bodies shimmering around her. Her chest hurt, it beat so fast. Despite her best efforts she could not move fast enough to satisfy it. Her gaze caught the green eyes again, pupils dilated, and once again her partner’s hand directed her chin back to them.

She indulged once more, for a shorter period, before trying to pull back for more space. But their grip was strong, disorientedly so. Kyra felt them wrap around her body and press their face into her neck. Were they using teeth? She tried to push back, but in such close proximity all her body could do was move against theirs like a dance. She gave a slow blink, her eyes landing on the pretty green orbs once again.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat danced and spun around the floor, she just let her body guide her around, feeling it move in movement similar to her people's fighting. Pausing as a song came to an end, she breathed deeply, feeling a little out of breath, it had been a long time since she had danced like this. Back on Eshan was likely the last time, she had a great night though it did get a little out of hand near the end. People had drunk too much and perhaps a few spices was shared as well, it was wild and fights broke out. Kat swore that she wouldn't let herself get too drunk or high again. Though, maybe too drunk was a push, a few more couldn't hurt her!

As she moved to the bar, she noticed a few people exchanging spice and such, Kat shook her head when someone else offered her spice. She wasn't looking to take any of that, preferring to stick with drinking. Stepping towards the bar, Kat noticed two people dancing, one a bird person and the second someone she didn't recognise. Looking at the bar, still there was the man that whistled at her, she decided to steer clear of him. Two women were conversing and they seemed nice, walking over to them, Kat ordered another drink.

"Hi, I'm Kat. Jedi Padawan." Kat introduced herself to the two women, smiling politely before took a gulp of her drink.

[member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Amea Virou"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

As the, for a moment ago so cocky zeltron's smile faded, her own widened to great degrees of amusement as she casually studied the booze across the bar. His comment about if she was upset, and the following attempt to small-talk made it even more entertaining. Not in a bad way, no. It was just that the stark contrast to the situation in comparison to their earlier little 'meeting' that was so hilarious. Her amused smile hid itself slightly, as she again laid those hazel eyes upon the man.

''Upset?'' she begun, questioning to his statement before continuing. ''Why would I be upset, Cy?''

Having sparked her amusement, the abbreviation of his name was an intended little game of sorts. In a way like they had known each other from before. Maybe he was one that hit and forgot his opponents, even if it was rather recently. She studied him carefully for a reaction to the small tease, before she blinked and suddenly became slightly more casual and inviting than before.

''No. You beat me in fair match... I enjoyed it. I had prefered to win, but...'' she said and took another sip of the Romi and Coci, making no direct notes to the fact that he had a bit of height to him and that he was also a man. ''I don't make any rules, Cy... I go with the flow...'' she continued, drawing yet another amused smile in the corners of her mouth and looked into his eyes.

''I've been good, thanks for asking. And no, I'm not with someone... Well, if you're not that someone?'' she said and raised an eyebrow. ''Actually, I think I owe you a drink. What's your poison?'' she said passing over the line to honesty.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

He didn’t belong here, not after he observed his surroundings and understood the kind of people that were around his person. Then again in the type of environment he had been living in wasn’t compatible for his personality. The actual him. It had been a few weeks already since he and his team ventured away from the domain of the Sith Empire and to live like scum in the Outer Rim of the Galaxy, where a coalition of rebels of different professions bonded together with common goals and ideas. Ideas he had to nod at, encourage them, and act them out. He hadn’t grown mad...yet. Djorn still had his fellow comrades with him, so he wasn’t entirely alone in these savage regions of the Galaxy. Though sometimes it got boring and dull to see the same person every single day. From morning to the evening. What helped with making these times bearable?

Alcohol.

That’s why he was here in this degenerate club on a world that used to be controlled by the First Order, an Imperial government that desisted not too long ago and brought order within these uncivilized systems. Now? It resumed back to the way things were. Pitiful indeed.

Truth be told he had gone to bars in the Empire, though there were more officers and soldiers as the patrons than other civilians. In that particular scene he’d just enjoy a drink, find some small talk, maybe flirt his way with a female from either branch of the military, and call it a night. There was no exotic dancing of any kind or illicit drugs to be seen. The Solstice Vine was the reciprocal of what he was used to. Granted there was security which was appreciated. At least someone had the decency of maintaining order around these parts.

”Enjoying yourself?”

[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Glimmik Beats​

Loske had never been to a nightclub before. She’d been in a few bars, but that was far more prescriptive of activities. Walk in, sit down, have a drink, chat, and leave. Here there was an overwhelming amount of options. As soon as she’d stepped into the establishment, colourful lights danced across many different silhouettes. Some were shapely, some were less so. Some were licentiously dressed, some were more conservative. Some looked into control, some looked quite the opposite.

More than one level offered additional diversity, and beyond the drink options there were glowing suggestions beneath people’s nostrils that there were other inebriants people could find opportunity in.

A drink wasn’t a necessity for the pilot, especially since her manufactured self couldn’t handle liquor particularly well, but she found if she had nothing in her hands, many would approach and offer suggestions on what could be used to fill them. Since she’d just begun exploring her tenacity with The Force, partaking in a substance to deaden it was the last thing on her agenda.

Her agenda was simple - be someone other than herself. The last time she’d seen [member="Amea Virou"], the archaeologist had given her a handful of tips to showcase herself as someone else. As a Wraith, such tips for being undercover were useful - but not without practice.

Therefore, the pilot in the room was not Loske Matson for the evening. She was a pink-haired Corellian who was still working on her back story. She’d watched several holofilms with Corellians as the lead though, and she was feeling confident enough in her accent to reply to a question that she interpreted as for her.

Pausing in her awkward sway to the music (which was really a shoulder shimmy at this point), she gave a nod and small tight-lipped smile.

That incomplete back story gave her pause to respond. Was she a flirtatious Corellian, or a conservative one? If it were simply Loske responding, she’d eagerly engage and reciprocate interest to see how that person’s night was going. She chose to balance between the two options, if she was too much of another person, she’d get overwhelmed and lose track of everything. This was her first foray trying this out for real.

“I’d be a pretty good actress if I wasn’t.” Loske simpered, raising her Romi and Coci in a mock cheers to [member="Djorn Bline"]’s direction. He was vaguely familiar looking.

Was this a conversation now? How did her accent sound? Pretty good. It helped the DJ was blasting music stupendously loudly. She took a pause to bite down on the straw while glancing around the bodies that bumped and swayed. “I’ve never been here before, have you?”

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha paused for a moment the woman had turned and looked at her, like directly at her. For some reason it unnerved the Kaladian. Well that's something the woman's current partner was exhibiting some possession in turning her chin back to look then it took a bit of a turn.

It was clear she had wanted a bit of space but her partner clearly wanted to be closer...a breath apart it seemed...Rekha nodded and smiled Ok here I come...probably going to get my arse handed to me but what the feth

"Excuse me..." She grabbed a shoulder and pulled a bit harder than she wanted, "I don't think she wants to dinner tonight." Rekha smiled again, "So why don't you step back, go find another playmate, and call it a night." She looked at [member="Kyra Perl"] , "You might want to take a couple steps back" Course everyone was taking a couple of steps back. Yep leave it to her to clear the dance floor. She whispered to herself Joza is going to kill me.

She was waiting now to see if the hugger would accept the interruption or insist she make him. She should have went with plan B...reminder for next time.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Duplicate

 

[Kyra Perl]

A gust of fresh air wafted across Kyra as the possessive grip was were wretched off her.

Well, you know, as fresh as it could be on a dance floor filled with body heat and sweat-- you get my point! The air. It was clear and hit her face, jostling her senses for the briefest of moments. The hypnotic desire that had been pressing against her was gone, dulled by the distance Rekah had put between the little empath and her suitor. Kyra blinked down in shock, staring at her hands. ...Huh.

"Aw- kark off!" The man growled, the sudden 'attack' uncalled for in his eyes. He shoved back at Rekha, pushing harder than she had with him. So-- Hard. Bloody karking rood shoving at someone like that. She didn't know them. He spared a pill on the damn thing, and she took it-- take that for "disinterested". He grabbed out for Kyra's wrists, intent on escorting them elsewhere. "Come on."

But Kyra raised her hands, a finger up on both. They danced like snakes in the light, contorti- no wait. Fingers didn't do that. That was the drugs. "Whoa... whoa. Slow down buddy, I-"

As someone might do when half hopped up and embarrassed in the limelight, he grabbed at Kyra's wrists anyways. Cause they could talk this out in private, right? She was so into him until this queen came along.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

There was a new dance on the floor, dance fighting. Had they seen that holo Rekha tried her best not to laugh her sense of humor warped at times that this type of aggression tickled her.

Rekha put her hands in front of her spreading her fingers, "Oh cupcake" she addressed the male, then she looked back at Kyra for a moment, "Hi I'm Rekha..." She kept her hand open as her right foot slid slightly back, she needed power, momentum.

Oh, Rekha wasn't sure she had interpreted everything right but it was too late now just as he reached to grab the woman that Rekha had come to rescue, hahahah, rescue...who knows. Anyhow She reached in and grabbed his wrist......"So you tell me" She looked to Kyra again, "You want to go with him?"

She wasn't beyond mistakes, taking a beating, or attempting to give one, but she'd make sure she was on the right path..unless circumstances and her mindset changed.

[member="Kyra Perl"]

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra stood frozen, her wrist trapped in the man's firm grip, and his in turned locked up by Rekha's hand as she came in to restrain him too.

Tension rippled off the three, thick and uncomfortable. Kyra immediately wanted out. The small gathering they had amassed around them only added to her unease. Her eyes flickered to the second floor in unconscious panic.

"No," she answered vehemently. Since when did dancing equal that? She tried to pull her hand back again but his grip was strong. Lack of experience lead to lack of initiative, and Kyra looked at Rekha like a deer stared into headlights.

Help.

The man turned his head to Rekha, his hand releasing Kyra's only to turn into a fist and swing in the intruder's direction. Hurt pride much?

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[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!

The look of relief was all too easy to see when the woman told Scherezade that her choice was great. Scherezade gave her a little smile and nodded, matching her sip with one of her own, though her glass contained absolutely nothing with liquor in it. Cream on the rocks was just that – cream, and some ice cubes.

In the few moments of silence that happened between them as they drank, Scherezade allowed herself to pick the scent of the woman up. A Blood Hound, sniffing people through the Force was pretty much a habit at this point, and it was incredibly rare that she passed on doing that when not severed from the Force. The woman was a human; if there anything else streaming through the DNA of her blood, Scherezade did not pick up on it in that moment.

Many people thought that humans were the most common species in the 'verse and in several different aspects, they were right. But none of them, as far as she knew, were like her. None of them could smell the complexity of it, what separated a human with strong Correlian origins from one who had not left the Outer Rim in generations.

Snapping back into the present, she realized the woman was introducing herself… And making an interesting offer.

"Scherezade," she said with a little smile, offering Jaya her hand to shake, "I like breaking stuff!"

 

[Yula Perl]

Amea’s words didn’t reach Yula’s ears, not when she was poised to smash her glass over the big ugly bird’s head. It seemed that the sentiment was mutual, and for a second she thought he was about to eviscerate [member="Kiegan Lysle"] who was doing his best to keep the peace.

In a flash, [member="Kingsley"] had dragged the poor blonde onto the dance floor, hurling threats at Yula before departing with his momentary interest. Dumbfounded, Yula couldn’t really do much beyond flip the bird and turn back to Stacy. By now, they were joined by a third person, who introduced herself as a Padawan.

Leaning with her back to the bar, the Zeltron held up three fingers to the bartender. “Nice to meet you, Kat the Jedi Padawan. Don’t see many of your type around these parts.” Her tone was friendly, no accusations made. Yula’s own baby sisters were following the path of the Jedi, after all. “Name’s Yula. And this is…Stacey, was it?” A trio of drinks arrive, and Yula tilted one of the glasses towards the blonde, uncertain whether she’d gotten her name correct or not.

“Sorry about big bird. He’s always causing me and mine trouble.” She sipped idly at her drink, watching the pair of lovers sashay to the beat. If she played her cards right, maybe she could pawn him off for the rest of the night.

The bar must have been a force nexus, because their next new arrival was a young Mirilian man in Jedi robes. Though he appeared as yet another voice of reason, Yula bit the inside of her cheek and shrugged. “I wouldn’t, not just yet. They seem to be having too much…fun.” She hid her smile behind the rim of her glass with another drink. “If you want to try your luck, however….” Jedi had a way of smoothing things over, right? Maybe that was why she was giving him spirit fingers right now.

Too bad big bird was absolutely spiced out of his mind.

[member="Amea Virou"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Acaadi"]

 

[Amea Virou]

[member="Yula Perl"] // [member="Kat Decoria"] // [member="Acaadi"]

Was Amea’s plea heard? She had expected a fight yet in what seemed like an instant she found that the big bird had grabbed the Jedi and almost carelessly dragged him away to the dancefloor while swearing his return to Yula who in return flipped the bird the bird, so to speak. Amea had followed the duo as they left for the dancefloor with her eyes. When they were gone she knew that she had found opening, all she had to do was not mess this one line up and she would most likely be somewhat good to go.

She took a deep breath and began to turn back around towards Yula. Amea’s mouth opened as if to say something… And then the Burlap Brigade showed up. Amea’s shoulders sunk, her eyes closed, and a short unspoken string of expletives almost parted her lips through a prolonged sigh. They most certainly didn’t, but they almost would. No, this was what happened just about every time Amea even began to muster the courage to just be herself in situations like these. The fact that the intruders were both Jedi was a new one, and one that was ultimately entirely unwelcome and more than anything bothersome.

However, Amea swallowed her stubbed pride and let out a small breathy chuckle. She took the drink and downed a decent part of it as another grin spread across her lips.

“Well yes, but actually no.” She said as her voice flipped right back into that accent with the soft imperial undertones that people had come to associate her with. “It’s actually Amea, but I don’t make a habit of telling that to drug dealers.”

She gave the two Jedi a look.

“I wouldn’t help either, unless you happen to know the man that was just taken away.” She said and sipped on her drink. “I trust that the, uh,” Her eyes set on Yula. Didn’t really move much or speak for a good part of a second or maybe two before, “Perls. The-” She looked away and cleared her throat. “The Perls have excellent security, I’d wager. Kiegan is safe enough.”

 

[Acaadi]

[member="Amea Virou"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Yula Perl"]

Acaadi wasn't prone to feeling self-conscious; he was typically quite a confident young man. This night had definitely chipped away at that. Talking to people whilst still in his scratchy tunic in the middle of a club was an odd situation to be in.

"I'm Acaadi, also a Padawan," he sat to Kat. "Obviously..." he said apologetically, looking down as his clothing in dismay.

He turned to look after the blonde Jedi who had been carted off by the large avian. Acaadi shrugged.

"I was actually going to apologise for...wait did you say the Perls? Is this..." He turned to look at Yula. "Oh, are you Kyra's sister?"

Acaadi frowned whilst still smiling. Kyra hadn't mentioned the club being owned by her family. She had been casting furtive glances up at the floor above. Now Acaadi felt he was in a tough spot. Did Kyra not want her family to know that she was here?

She might have abandoned him as soon as possible to go dancing but he still liked her. She was definitely close to being added to a list of his recent crushes. Admittedly, being a sexually confused teenager that list included most of the people he had met in the last two years. What he was certain of was that he didn't want her to be angry at him for tipping off her family.

"Anyway, I should go..." he trailed off. Retreat seemed the best option. There was a flare of panic in his eyes. Acaadi was good at almost everything he tried to do. Lying was an obvious exception.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

That was really all she needed to hear was No. As she turned back to deal with the giant size male ego she felt a change in the weight in her hand he had dropped the woman's instinct told her to let go and drop she could feel the ripple of the movement across the top of her head, the fine hairs moving with his arm.

Holy Feth..he really wanted a fight............GREAT!................FETH!

Rekha attempted first to push the woman back further to give them more space, which she needed. She ducked walked forward under his arm, then jumped up his back half turned to her, this was no good he needed to be coming at her. She reached out and tapped him on the shoulder..."you missed"

The little circle around them moved out, ok now this was more attention then she ever wanted. She looked scanned quickly for any of his buddies who might appear to be anxious to join in.

He turned the anger in his eyes burned a bit more brightly, oh good he was losing it, she could use that too.

"Whatever made you think a woman would be interested, I'd think....maybe...a female gamorrean " she let it sink in for a moment then laughed, "Nope on second thought gamorreans are too good for you too." She had to be prepared now..he would shift his weight and move...least that's how most folks got into a fight.

[member="Kyra Perl"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat gave a polite smile and thanked the woman who ordered three drinks for them. As she sat there and sipped her drink, listening to the Zeltron who seemingly didn't know the name of the company that she was keeping. Yula seemed pleasant enough and Kat could sense that the woman she was with had something she wanted to say but she was holding it in. Kat tilted her head curiously at the woman who introduced herself Amea, curious as to what she had that was so private, especially at a club like this. Kat doubted anything would be secretive in this place.

Smiling to Yula, Kat shrugged. "Well, even Jedi need to release steam sometimes. Where best to go but a club owned by a Perl." Kat commented, she had learnt of the Perls before coming to the club but she was curious to know more. "Also, a nice drink here as well, though not sure Masters Romi or Coci would be best pleased." Kat chuckled softly. She noticed another Jedi Padawan approaching the group, he was still in his Jedi robes which Kat thought was curious since she hated wearing the stiff robes. He spoke and left quickly as she looked to Yula and Amea, "seems he was in a rush somewhere else." Looking at the pair, Kat was unsure if she was overstepping or not, Yula seemed fine with company but Amea wanted to be alone with Yula.

Kat stretched wide and paid for another three drinks after she finishes her drink. "So, how are you guys? I'm really needing this night off to let my hair down." As she sips her third drink, feeling a slight buzz.

[member="Yula Perl"] [member="Amea Virou"] [member="Acaadi"]

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula nodded idly. “Good move. I wouldn’t buy what he’s selling.” Kingsley was liable to make good on his threats, so Yula weighed the option of getting out while she still could against socializing. “Sure, sure. He’ll be fiiiine.” Maybe she’d buy Kiegan a drink after this, for the trouble.

She chortled when Kat mentioned the name of the drink, not picturing either woman pleased. “Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be compensated.” Yula wasn’t privy to all of the legal details of her mother’s business, largely because that was boring. Alan was the one with a vested interest in Heartbeat House.

Her posture tightened in surprise when [member="Acaadi"] brought up the name of her baby sister. It was good that Kyra was making friends, but not the boy kind. Or the kid who hung out in clubs—but face it, it was clearly Kyra who’d dragged the awkward young man into this mess. He tried to depart but oh, no, no.

Yula flung her hand out, grabbing the Mirilian by the arm with a tight smile. “Hey now, what’s the rush? Any friend of Kyra’s is a friend of mine. Stay for a while. So, did you two meet at…” She waved her drink in a small circle, gesture to him as a whole. “…Jedi camp? Is that what they call it?” The Zeltron looked to Kat for confirmation.

[member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Amea Virou"]