A soft tune flutters in the background of the Mune family's ballroom as people in expensive robes and garments made idle chitchat. Eyes silently judged the elegant creme walls styled to mimic the classy architecture of Naboo. Every guest was quietly scrutinizing their host's home as well as each other. Torinia was beginning to loath these events. Wearing a dress of a similar colour as the pillar she leaned on, she sipped her drink with a dull expression on her face. Her grandfather made it clear she was to behave this evening. After a scandal of another Mune Torinia had never heard of fleeing the Jedi order, speculation surrounding the values of the Mune family had placed extra stress on the old dog. So, he decided to through a little 'party' for his investors to prove they still remained a dignified house.
The man in question was conversing with a older gentlemen with a young twi'lek bride, a gem so large hung from her neck Torinia swore it would strange her. Torinia rolled her eyes and took a even bigger swig of her drink, avoiding the eyes of a few other girls her age. She heard the familiar mocking giggles in their direction. Air heads. Torinia was tempted to run to tell their fathers out their lower class alien lovers. Tapping her foot on the ground her gaze lingered to the clock planted above the massive pair of doors. Another hour, and she'd sneak out. Ditch the outfit and steal a speeder and head for her favorite seedy cantina in the darkest corner of the Coruscant underworld. It was so much more colourful there, so much more wild. No more creme walls to suffocate her.
No grandfather to dictate her every move.
Where no one cares about her last name.
"Torinia, Darling, won't you come and join the dancing?" The small voice of her mother said from behind her. The little woman didn't usually make herself known at these events, but she encouraged her daughter to make herself known.
Torinia groaned in reply, running her finger over the glass as she turned to look at her mother. "I'm alright, I don't want to get on the old fart's nerves." She said bluntly.
"I will, however, have another drink."
The man in question was conversing with a older gentlemen with a young twi'lek bride, a gem so large hung from her neck Torinia swore it would strange her. Torinia rolled her eyes and took a even bigger swig of her drink, avoiding the eyes of a few other girls her age. She heard the familiar mocking giggles in their direction. Air heads. Torinia was tempted to run to tell their fathers out their lower class alien lovers. Tapping her foot on the ground her gaze lingered to the clock planted above the massive pair of doors. Another hour, and she'd sneak out. Ditch the outfit and steal a speeder and head for her favorite seedy cantina in the darkest corner of the Coruscant underworld. It was so much more colourful there, so much more wild. No more creme walls to suffocate her.
No grandfather to dictate her every move.
Where no one cares about her last name.
"Torinia, Darling, won't you come and join the dancing?" The small voice of her mother said from behind her. The little woman didn't usually make herself known at these events, but she encouraged her daughter to make herself known.
Torinia groaned in reply, running her finger over the glass as she turned to look at her mother. "I'm alright, I don't want to get on the old fart's nerves." She said bluntly.
"I will, however, have another drink."