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[Yula Perl]

“Hmm.” Yula hummed into her drink as she was corrected. Silver Rest, that was it. Amea and Kat seemed to know what was going on in the Jedi sphere more than her. She had to hand it to Acaadi, for someone who looked a bit out of place, she imagined that her own aggressive manners might send him scurrying. When it came to family, the Perls were fiercely, overbearingly protective of one another.

Amea bought the man a drink, and Yula took her time thinking of what she wanted to ask. Her senses weren’t exactly the sharpest right now, mind blunted from the blaring music and alcohol. Fortunately, Kat, Amea and Acaadi seemed to be filling the conversation naturally.

Playing into a lull in their chat, Yula turned to Acaadi. “So, when did Kyra run off?” There was a knowing edge to her voice, and for some reason she sounded kind of amused? Briefly, her eyes flickered to the upper level where she knew their mother to be hanging around.

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

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Did she say she was sorry....ok...distracted Rekha almost forgot about the guy coming around. For some reason her plan was beginning to evaporate in her mind and that could be painful, for her.

He was coming for her throat with both hands which left his chest unprotected. She nodded for whatever reason stuck out her left hand as if trying to block him while drawing back her right hand, her strong her, jutting the heel of her right hand forward. She took every bit of strength she had and jammed it towards the sternum.

It was a solid hit just as his hands closed around her throat. Oh by the goddess..she stomped on his foot which seemed to be like a gnat on the hip of a bantha...it meant nothing. His fingers were closing on her throat for a moment she wondered if this was it but she had done it perfectly...had she not??

Then he stood there for a moment, coughing as if to catch his breath. Rekha struggled and pushed to get him away..."what did you do" he whispered just as he slowly crumpled to the ground.

Rekha her hands resting on her knees gasped for precious air..."the gnat bit your butt" she laughed only she knew the joke. Her throat hurt. She turned to look around for trouble....where was she....[member="Kyra Perl"]

 

[Acaadi]

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

"So, what are you hiding then? I can sense that you are trying to deceive us on something..."

Acaadi's knuckles went a much paler shade of green around his glass. His eyes darted to one side as if looking for some kind of escape. There wasn't any. Not without being incredibly rude.

“So, when did Kyra run off?”

Before he could even reply Yula cut right to the heart of the matter. He couldn't quite tell if she was being entirely serious or not, but now he felt as if he was truly being backed into a corner.

He hid behind his glass. Taking an unnecessarily long sip of Romi and Coci as he tried to compose his thoughts.

"Well, I mean, I'm not really supposed to be here," he said. That was a truth. That was much easier for him that a flat out lie. "Didn't really plan a change of clothes...and Kyra is still with the academy," he added to Yula.

The smile he offered was particularly weak. Technically she was still with the academy, just not right at this moment. Acaadi thought himself eminently clever for the paper thin and entirely obvious attempt to avoid the truth thag Kyra was right here in this club and was the entire reason he had come here without a change of clothing.

 

[Amea Virou]

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

It was an amusing display. The sister and the younger sister's friend. A bit like those movies that everyone had seen at one point or the other. This was an interrogation except they were all somewhere between the good cop and the bad cop act. Amea continued her lean onto the bar and took another sip as Kat and Yula both got to it, asking questions and poking at him until he was sufficiently uncomfortable.

"So you're saying Kyra isn't supposed to be here either, then?" Amea asked and raised her brow at the young man. "Yet you didn't try to stop her from going?"

It would be hard given that her mother owned the place, but... Well. That wasn't as fun to point out. Amea turned to look at Yula with a slight smirk and a shrug when it suddenly dawned on her. For a second Amea's brows furrowed in confusion as she turned not towards Acaadi but Kat.

"Wait a minute." She said and blinked, trying to find the words. "You were from the- uh- silver place. Are you also not supposed to be here? Didn't you come here together?"

Amea let her eyes shift between the two Jedi with a quite confused look to her.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Eeeskidee. Kyra had continued to take slow steps away, seeking to put distance between herself and the trouble she had a feeling she might of caused. Whoops.

She hadn’t lingered to see the end of the fight, wary of catching the wrong person’s gaze. She wasn’t exactly suppose to be here, and while she was eager for a rendezvous with mommy dearest, she wasn’t looking to end the night’s fun just yet. Dancing now felt a touch unappealing, and the erratically fast beat of her heart on spices demanded... just a moment... of fresh air. Maybe.

Her red locks could be seen weaving deeper into the crowd, towards the bathroom. Bathrooms were always a good place to regroup, right?

She bent over the sink, splashing water onto her face. The buzz of the crowd slowly slid off her senses, the empath’s mind clearing once outside the hypnotic lull of the club. Someone could be heard already vomiting up their night’s regrets into a stall over. Kyra grimaced in sympathy for them, giving herself another good splash across the face.

 

[Acaadi]

"What? I didn't say she was here!" Acaadi said quickly. He really was a truly terrible liar.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Yula seemed to be skilled in detecting lies and especially when it comes to her family. Kat watched as Acaadi squirmed more under the pressure, she could tell that he was struggling to keep the lies in tact and was very talented in the inability to tell a lie. Amea posed the question of why she was here if she wasn't meant to be, Kat looked over to the other woman, it was curious that Acaadi insisted that he was not allowed to be here. Kat had planned to come here, was dressed for a party and wasn't trying to hide the fact she was a Jedi and at a club. "I don't know, I came on my own, looking to blow off some steam since I haven't really been out since Eshan fell to the Mandalorians..." Kat sighed as she remembered the losses that her family had during that time.

Looking over Acaadi, Kat figured that she was probably a bit older than the other Padawan, which could explain the reason that she wouldn't think twice about coming here. "Well, perhaps he can't be here because he is underage? I never thought about there being an age limit on who could come here." Kat shrugged as she leaned back and took a long sip of her drink as she looked over Acaadi. "Why shouldn't you be here? Jedi are allowed to have fun, I think you are lying about something but not sure what." Her connection to the Force was slightly diminished due to affects of the alcohol so she wasn't certain what Acaadi was lying about.

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

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[member="Kyra Perl"]

Whispers surrounded her 'she killed him' 'did you see that' 'wow'

Rekha half smiled, "he's not dead he's just knocked out. It's a frailty hit the heart make it jump around for a minute it makes them pass out. He will be up and around in like two minutes." She shook her head then began looking around for the one that she thought she was helping out. Ya know trouble.

Funny she did not see her any where. She laughed well that's gratitude for ya right.

Security was looking her way oh...yep..they were coming. She just kept her hands open. "Miss. This way"

"I know the drill. Can you tell me if [member="Joza Perl"] or [member="Yula Perl"] is here. I...wouldn't mind if a word if either have a moment." She should have stayed at the bar and let it all happen...but no oh no she had to get involved. Geez didn't she ever learn anything?

She moved with the security folks, least they weren't pushy about it all

 

[Djorn Bline]

”I better get a better name that that later on,” another grin to complement that sentence. At least he wasn’t isolated amongst this sea of rats, it made him feel somewhat good. He still had to lie and continue the image of his the alter ego he carried on, but this actress was able to relieve some frustrations he held on to. She seemed fun, a behavior he expected from people in her profession as they often were self absorbed by the praise they obtained by viewers and sometimes acted they were more than what they were.

Speaking of idolization and utmost praise, here came a bartender that at first was just wanting to serve them drinks, but got sidetracked when she took in Pinky’s disguise and asked of her profession. It was legit and barely questionable, so long as you had their build and height and knew how to become stunning just for a night. A show with doctors and broken hearts? He hoped he heard that one right, sounds like some romantic comedy series with hearts being broken when they got dumped or rejected. The idea was just ridiculous and dumb at the same time. What kind of tastes these people have?

And now the bartender came to him with a question asking if he, too, was an actor. He sure as hell wasn’t, but right now? Oh yeah, he definitely felt like it. It’s all been acting that allowed him get to where he was in terms of progression on his mission. Should he lie, or go with the truth?

”Well, what do ya think, sweetheart? Yeah, I am. Probably not a big timer as Pinky here which by the way I wouldn’t mind knowing her favorite meal so I can get her digits.”

The bartender looked astounded to hear that one of her favorite actresses was potentially dating someone else of the same profession. Looks like the actual actress was going to deal with drama and insufferable media outlets when the woman decides to tell this story to the Holonet.

Oh, well. Probably wouldn’t be their first rodeo.

”I’ll take a whiskey; what about you, Magenta?”

[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Glimmik Beats​

​

The jest of suggesting a meal would be wanted by someone in the entertainment industry was not lost on the lithe pilot. She chuckled slightly, interjecting before the waitress could suggest something. Mostly because Loske was truly fearful she'd say something gross and then she may have to eat it later.

Okay, what would Cora-who-may-not-be-Cora-but-is-actually-some-other-Corellian-actress say? She'd simper. Check. And tilt the rim of her glass in the direction of [member="Djorn Bline"] "Amateur move, D-lister. Favourite meal would be something glowing, and in a tube. Not something you can share over a white table cloth." Duh! How else could an entertainer of her caliber keep her ten pounds down from the camera?

While the waitress tried to figure out what to do next, and the blond man (Brain, for now), gave an order, Loske subtly pressed her commlink inside her coat giving an indicator to Frank, who was not in the facility, to give her a call. This was going way too successfully for her to keep fibbing up.

"Oh, another Coci and Romi, please." A brow lofted at the name change - were they going to go through the whole spectrum? She'd be happy if they stopped at Rose. That had always been a pretty hue and name in her opinion. "Magenta, hm? We're going a little more dark side?"

She was getting good at this flirting and poking thing. Or, Cora was.

Then, on cue, her jacket pocket vibrated. She set her drink down on the nearest countertop, and pulled it out to look at the incoming caller ID. "Do you mind, just one second, it's my agent." She held up a finger to excuse herself, stepped away by a few bodies, and lifted the device to her ear, speaking in undertones. "Frank, oh my god."

What's wrong with your voice?

"I'm trying my undercover thing -- can you look up the name of the guest actress in HEARTBREAK HOSPITAL, YOU BREAK 'EM WE STITCH 'EM for the Episode with the broken heart transplant?"

Weird..okay, hold on.

She whined, and glanced over her shoulder, accompanying with a brief wave. "Please. Can you just text it to me?"

You can't talk?

"I met someone, I think!"

As an actress? Good luck.

She disconnected, and on her way back to the conversation she'd been having earlier, she got a text confirmation with what her real name was supposed to be. Between swaying bodies, she opened the message before re-pocketing it. Oddly enough, Corine La'Toya. The waitress also reappeared, with freshly poured drinks and two little shots accompanying them. "On the house." she beamed proudly, and produced them to both Loske and Djorn.

"Tell you what," Cora started, lifting her shot up as a mock cheers towards the blond fellow "After this round, I'll let you get me a McYoda's meal from up the street."

 

[Djorn Bline]

On this whole mission, so far at least, he expected several situations and scenarios when preplanning before entering the lawless realm of the Outer Rim. He had a mind that thought logically with a side of unorthodox, creative thinking that allowed him to succeed as a Inquisitor and lead a powerful position within the institution of the Saaraishash. Never he expected to cross paths with an actress and flirt with her only to grab her attention. Well, that confirmed he was good looking not that he didn’t already know that.

”D-lister? Already swinging with how much clout you got,” and chuckled at the playful tease. While his fake persona was enjoying it, he too was feeling good about this. Should he be enjoying this? Was it...normal? Was it against everything he believed in and pursued to uphold in the domain systems of the Empire? He didn’t know and it did worry him; however, he wouldn’t let this distract him this evening. It would be a topic he’d revisit later in private. Right now he wanted to see what else would unfold to him this evening.

Then she got a call from her agent and needed a moment to take answer it. A moment to recollect himself and plan out ahead what moves to make in so many different scenarios.

”I’ll be right here, hot pink,”and smirked at the end of flirt, while hoping calling her hot pink was not cringey. It was pretty original if he did say so himself considering her hair color. She then came back with the drinks they ordered coming right in on time. Perfect timing and a cherry on top for not having to pay a credit for either glass. All on the house, they’d have to give her an autograph or a photo for such hospitality.

”McYoda’s huh? I don’t recall them having food in a tube on their menu; but yeah, that sounds good to me, just don’t yell at me if you gain a pound on yourself,” and cheered back with a smile before taking a sip of his whiskey. Whatever brand it was it must’ve been good, hopefully it was on the high tier end of the spectrum.

[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

DJ Spinnin​

It would be a lie to say Cora wasn't grateful for the flashing of discotheque lights. The melodic change of colours was the camouflage she needed to hide the rosiness of her cheeks. She wasn't particularly used to being involved in an exchange of this level -- sure, she'd had levels of banter with Micah, but nothing had really come to fruition other than a friendship before he became woefully afflicted and off the map. Crushed her little bleeding heart.

"I dunno," she murmured, sniffing the shot while holding the Coci and Romi in her other hand. "Yelling helps shed a few calories." After that exchange she tilted her head back and the shot was gone. Immediately, her face contorted with a horrendous reaction, curling her tongue and wrinkling her nose. Loske was not a drinker. A trait from her madre. Her handmade constitution was resilient in so many ways, but ingesting disgusting tastes was a hard no. The back of her hand went to her mouth to keep the repulsive liquid down.

Admittedly, [member="Djorn Bline"] hadn't taken his shot yet, but he seemed to be sipping his drink that was unadulterated by a mix without much remorse. Through clenched teeth, she attempted to continue the conversation. "Do you do this kind of thing often?"

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She sat still while the security team reviewed the recordings of the encounter. Rekha kept craning her head around to look wanting to see what she looked like in the holo and what direction trouble ([member="Kyra Perl"]) had taken.

She nodded sure that she wasn't in any real trouble she had after all left him alive, and trouble appeared to be unharmed. Ok.. great.

So maybe someone nice would stop over and tell them to let her go, or they would make a decision by themselves. They looked like bookends though big, scary, meaty paws that could hold a crowd back or contain one small slender Captain.

She was thinking that it might be time to just like not go to anymore of these openings hosted by [member="Joza Perl"] because she, Rekha was always getting into some trouble at them. Whether by her own hand or someone else.

Why was that?

 

[Draven Cerris]

Speaking of Mandolorians, knock knock. By sheer irony, a 5'6-ish figure in Mandalorian armor entered. No weapons drawn, everything tucked away nice and tidy. But damn if it didn't seem odd. They'd walk through the establishment and sit down somewhere close-ish to the Jedi trio. They wouldn't take off their helmet, but flag down a waiter. Setting a DC-15 on the left side of their seat, the figure'd order. Just a nice drink was all.

 

[Startorn]

OOC: sorry if there's confusion, I didn't realize this topic was so long, I made my post at page 3

IC:
Startorn walked into the club the lights bouncing off his blue mandalorian armor, he had left his rifle in his ship but kept his pistol with him he sat down at the bar not far from the other Mando and the Jedi.

He sat with his back to the bar and scanned the room, so many bounty's were probably in this one room, probably more illegal activity to, but he was here to relax, at least for now, this was more of just a distraction, he found the boy Jedi looking very out of place with his robes but then again, you've got someone in full armor just sitting there.

 

[Kyra Perl]

She emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and dripping with sink water. She did not wipe it off herself, the cool wetness pleasant on her fevered skin.

Kyra began to feel guilty about the state she left her savior in. Though was [member="Rekha Kaarde"] her savior? Kyra had failed to recognize she had been in any unfavorable position until the woman had stepped forward to stop it. So did she prevent trouble or cause it? Kyra was sure she could have handled her own, expect… she didn. She gnawed on her lips, her gut twisting in confliction. At any rate, she was in no state to handle such heavy thoughts.

She reassured herself that it was unlikely she’d ever see that woman again, whoever she was.

Kyra gingerly pressed through the crowd, her gaze skimming for a sighting of brown hair and high cheekbones. There were no such features within five feet of her, so she began to walk forward with more confidence.
She meandered through the crowd, forgetting for a moment what she might like to do. Her dilated gaze snapped to every vibrating color that sang through the air.

 

[Startorn]

Startorn saw a woman being escorted away by the officers and decided to see what was happening, he walked up to one of the officers and asked "what is the reason of this woman being here?" Startorn thought maybe she had a bounty on her head, wouldn't that be luck, he stared at the woman with interest but all the officer saw was his reflection in the visor of the tall mandalorian

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha smiled in what could only be seen as sarcasm, "I'm a big bad bully. I made sure a gnat bit a bantha." She continued to smile taking a deep breath.

Security growled at her, "that's their way of saying hi" One of them laid a hand on her shoulder, "Miss"

"yes.." Then Rekha caught site of [member="Kyra Perl"] , "Go ask her, if anything she could say I livened up her evening."

Rekha looked at the Mandalorian, " val klesir emuurir ciryji shebs ganar gar abivr " «they smell like bantha butt have you noticed» . She had been around enough to learn mandalorian and speak it almost fluent she still messed up here and there but she knew she wasn't asking or telling him anything that would get her in trouble. She laughed then.

"Be careful cupcake they might like you next" [member="Startorn"]

 

[Startorn]

Startorn scowled from under his helmet, either a drunk or a idiot, "I'll take her, make sure she doesn't get in any trouble, it shouldn't be to hard for you to find me again, also there are other things that need your attention" he nodded towards the back where a drink went flying and by the sounds of it a couple of fists

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[member="Startorn"]

"Awww isn't that sweet he wants to 'rescue' me from you." The man did not know what he was getting into she wasn't an idiot or drunk, she was a sarcastic woman and when revved up her sarcasm became stronger.

Like a well toned fighter she had a belly full of words, she looked to the guards, "ohhh you guys gonna clean that up....cause......in about three.........umm two......yep one.......there she goes...sickness. Seen it a lot" The Lucky Lady had her share of first timers come in to drink, that was one right there.

She looked over to the guy, "Ok...savior...got a name?" The guards looked at him, then to Rekha, "Miss if you cause any more trouble tonight."

"I didn't cause any trouble....I merely"

They cut her off, "Yes Mam...its a warning."

"Warning noted." They began to retreated headed off to the next crisis. She looked to the mandalorian. In this light she couldn't see the colors on his armor, or a clan emblem. "While I"m waiting for your name, how about drink"