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[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Nightclub, Denon
Equipment: Concealed Sling Bag,
Danger Jacket, Outfit, Heartbeat Heels, Concealed Device in left ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber
Tags: Makko Vyres

The effort to not spit her water out was a stupendous one as he spoke. His coloration at this exact moment was something that would have made a Zeltron at home smile with pride. Against his creme skin though, it seemed a strange combo.

"Suppose so." The smirk was something that she couldn't help. While one of the less corny lines she'd heard, the setting only helped make the situation all the more ridiculous.

"Hope no one is waiting for you." She replied, sipping her water before offering a hand to him. "Stay here and share my attentions or elsewhere and have all my attention?"

 

[Makko Vyres]

Makko looked a touch crestfallen at her initial reaction. A zeltron girl garnering all the attention probably had better options than him.

He could be quick to anger, but most frequently he was frustrated at himself. For every few steps forward he took towards making a name for himself, he could be his own enemy and send himself back.

Still, it was just a drink and a chat and the night was far from ruined so...

"Stay here and share my attentions or elsewhere and have all my attention?"

"All your attention," he said without hesitation. He was going to propose getting a private booth when he realised that her not-question suggested getting out of the bar all together.

His smile grew wide as he took her hand. He leaned close to ask: "Taxi rank then?" Makko waited for an answer, but it was just an excuse to boldly hold her gaze and stay very close.

Makko had to keep his wits about him for a little while at least. There had been several shootings recently and a taxi rank at a known hangout was a good spot.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Nightclub, Denon
Equipment: Concealed Sling Bag,
Danger Jacket, Outfit, Heartbeat Heels, Concealed Device in left ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber
Tags: Makko Vyres

She had struck his ego with her reaction with how he responded to her at first. Her own abilities to feel emotion sharply muted at the moment with effort, but still present with someone in close proximity.

The offered hand and mention of her attentions however seemed to do the trick.

"All it is." Listening to him ask a destination, she had no idea what the repercussions of said choice might be, instead opting to falsely think on the choice before answering.

"That would be fine." She replied finally, letting him lead the way.

 

[Makko Vyres]

They went past the queue to retrieve coats as they left the main room. He turned a smug smile her way as they passed. No need to fetch hers, given that it was already on his shoulders now. They would not have to wait for the taxi queue either, he reflected. Most of the security team were part time gang enforcers and would let him cut to the front. He assumed that would be impressive.

They turned into the long corridor, strip neon the only lighting. During the first hour of opening there would be a long queue down here as people were turned out of bars and headed for the clubs. Now just a few people lingered.

None paid them much heed. There was a slightly discordant note in the movement of the Force. Lossa had drawn people around herself with it, along with her pheromones. Makko had unwittingly learned to do the opposite, to make sure people did not pay attention to him when he did not want it. It was almost dark, the most privacy they'd found so far.

Feeling bold he came to a sudden halt, still keeping a grip on her hand. The music was a low thrum here, felt more than heard. His grip became a slight tug as he pressed his back against the wall and invited her to press herself to him.