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Diced Pineapples (Phoenix)

Gabriel sighed as he made his way out of an alleyway, fresh from a kill. Now that the body was deep inside the local trash compactor right now he was going to the club. Having earned his celebratory drink. He wasn't much a fan of Coruscant, but he couldn't lie that the underground crime business over here got some good money. It was still no Mandalore or Concordia to him though, then again the nightclubs and shops here weren't bad. But the whole "head of the Republic" thing put him off this place somewhat.

Dressed in a leather jacket with a cyan brim, a pair of gray pants and combat boots, he'd wear his Beskar'gam, but any form of Mandalorian armor seemed to put Coruscant's police forces on high alert. Going with the whole stereotype game. God he hated cops.
He pinched a cigarette from his jacket pocket, idly popping the end in his mouth, lighting it with a match as he made his way towards one of the better nightclubs. Hey, if he was here he might as well get the best available drinks, hey?

When he finally arrived he was already greeted with a commotion "What do you mean I'm not on the list!?" A teenage human yelled at the rather buff bouncer in front of him, who sighed annoyingly, he looked as if he was two steps away from knocking the kid flat on his ass. "It means exactly what it means, kid. You're. Not. On. The. List."

Gabriel approched, the security guard knew him, and he let him past. "You okay, pal?" Gabe asked, looking inquisitevely at the teenager, obviously too young and too stringy to be in this kind of place. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm about to hit this kid if he doesn't clear off." He cursed between gritted teeth. "Here, take this big fella, you need it." He spoke, handing the bouncer a cigarette, lighting it for him with a match. "Thanks brother. Have fun in there." The bouncer gave Gabe a hearty slap on the back as he entered.

"HEY! How come he gets to go in?" The kid whined. "Maybe cause he's actually over 18?..." He spoke, Gabe heard the voices fade and drown out from the music playing in the club. Making his way directly to the bar he leaned against it. "Something strong, anything." He ordered as he took a long drag of the cigarette.
@[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
Free to come and go as she pleased.

Free to earn her way through the galaxy however she saw fit.

A new family.

It had been a whirlwind of days that stretched into weeks and in turn melted into months. Phoenix didn't quite know what to make of it all just yet. She wasn't prepared for this level of independence. For love of the stars, she'd been created in a laboratory to serve and obey the orders of one man. Darth Metus. Leader of the Dread Guard. Their creator...inventor...their...father, after a fashion.

But all of the implanted devotion and the need to obey his orders couldn't save what had happened to all of them after the Madness. Bluejay, Galaar, Calico, Canal...her siblings were nearly lost, and when the dust settled, they had left in truth. She couldn't blame them. Sometimes, she wished she'd been able to go with them.

But she hadn't been ready yet. Phoenix sighed, staring at her reflection in the simple mirror. Raven locks that had grown past her shoulders framed slender viridian features, while the stark black ink of her tattoo glittered in the light.

Within the CIS, the Dread Guard had their duty. Had their orders. Had their friendships and loyalties. But they also knew their place. She'd zealously kept herself within the confines of those narrow parameters, not allowing herself any independent thought or, stars forbid, any feeling. The woman knew what they called her behind her back, her brothers and sisters. And they had been right. Until the Madness, she hadn't wanted or needed her heart to function. Clones didn't need emotions or feelings. They were just soldiers grown to fulfill a purpose.

Phoenix simply couldn't do it anymore.

So after some of her siblings had left and created the Liberty Concord, she herself had left and gone to Mandalore. And been accepted.

Accepted.

She shook her head and ran slender fingers through her hair one more time. There was, the woman mused, no better time than the present to do something for herself. As such, she'd come to Coruscant, to explore...just because she could. Though, given the recent flaring of trouble between the Republic and the Mandalorians, she'd done so quietly, armor packed away in a traveling case as neatly as her weapons were.

Dressed casually, Phoenix cast one last glance at her reflection in the mirror before turning away and grabbing her leather jacket from the bed. The soft, supple leather draped over her arm as she locked the door of her room behind her, and swayed as she strode down the long, warmly lit hallway of the hotel. Once outside, she shook her head and declined the taxi ride, as she had no particular destination in mind. Slipping into the jacket, she tucked her hands in her pockets and strode along the walkway, following the flow of people.

She did notice that she garnered some second glances, though she was honestly confused as to why. It was Coruscant, there were sentients of all shapes, sizes, and colors...so it couldn't be her Mirialan skin and facial tattoos. She was a good deal taller than most of the other females, standing 6' 1" plus a little more from the thick tread of her boots. Perhaps that was it, but it really didn't matter. There was a row of clubs up ahead, and for once, she threw caution to the wind, picked one at random and strode up to the head of the line. She lofted a brow at the bouncer, her expression otherwise cool and disintereted.

Without much fanfare, he nodded at her and let her pass, much to the dismay of those waiting in line. Once inside, she was greeted by a mad mixture of voices and music, dark eyes wide as she drank in the sights. A faint smile curled her lips and even went so far as to warm her features a bit as she found herself a seat at the bar, a few empty stools between herself and the only other patron there. She spared a glance for the man and a brief nod, before giving the bartender her order. "Whiskey, neat, Corellian if you have it."
 
Gabriel sat down on the stool as he waited for his drink, letting out a long sigh which was followed by smoke, running a palm down his face slowly all while avoiding burning himself with his lit cigarette. Tough, stressful day so he figured he needed to unwind, maybe take a day off from the job. He didn't really understand all the publicity he'd been getting in recent times, and they mostly weren't for the security roles he was usually hired for. But as a proper contract killer, sure it paid well but there was a lot of emotional baggage. It didn't get the better of Gabriel, who with over 11 years of mercenary experience pretty much became as cold blooded of a killer as one could become.

He exhaled another cloud of smoke, tapping the ashes of his cigarette into the tray positioned in front of him, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his finger and thumb. A good drink would drown all of this out. Then again maybe he could meet someone to hopefully take time off from his job even temporarily, he didn't really want to be alone with his own thoughts, throughout his young career he had gone through an awful lot, and he had to do things he regretted even to this day. But he couldn't rest on his laurels he had to keep working. This was indeed a man stuck in the trap of mercenary work, but it was all he was good for.

Taking the time to admire his surroundings he realized that this was in fact one of the better places he had been to. As a full-time mercenary bar life was pretty much a neccessity. Even as young as 18 Gabriel was already at the bar paying for spice, drinks and women in a sleazy bar on a planet even more crime-ridden than this. That or murdering natives for resources, but here. Just well dressed men and women of all races and species enjoying themselves over good alcohol and music. People were dancing with eachother, making out in the corners. It somewhat restored his faith that "normality" existed still.

He turned around a bit, noticing a rather tall lady with tight black pants. He couldn't help but briefly admire. He was a pro at this though, knowing that he couldn't just gaze at her without seeming like a total creep. He merely smirked and returned to the drink which was now placed on the bar in front of him. The hardest and most flavorful Correillian Whiskey they had on offer, so tasty you wouldn't even realize the way it could mess you up.

The bar was also empty here, the dance floor was full of raving upper and high-class individuals enjoying themselves on expensive spice and alcohol, dirty dancing and the like. They had everything they needed so the bar itself was pretty much devoid of everybody, apart from him and the jade colored goddess a few stools away from him.

Hey, if they were the only two people here not wrecked on spice or overly drunk. Why not strike up a conversation, she looked incredibly exotic, something you'd find on a magazine. She probably had a lot of stories. "So." He started. "Seems you got in here pretty easily at this time of night. I think the guy up front took a liking to you." He smirked a bit, taking a drag of his cancer stick afterwards.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
The whiskey arrived, poured before her eyes from a bottle of Whyren’s Reserve. A soft, pleasured sigh escaped her lips as nodded appreciatively towards the bartender. Jet-black eyes gazed at the glass while she shrugged her shoulders and slid out of her leather jacket. It soon found itself draped across the stool beside her, neatly arranged out of long-practiced habit. Slender green fingers reached out to trace the rim of the glass before clasping around it and lifting it to her lips.

The whiskey burned like liquid fire made of so much silk. It was the distillation of perfect, this amber liquid, and Phoenix knew well how hard it could hit back. She took a long, lingering sip and savored the heat as it slid down her throat and curled up in her stomach. Maybe, she mused, her siblings had it right all along. What was actually wrong with allowing one’s self some manner of pleasure in life?

The viridian skinned woman took the opportunity to relax a bit in her seat, shifting enough to cross her long, slender legs. The man she’d spared only a brief glance for earlier warranted a second look, so she took the opportunity to do so. While subtlety was perhaps not her strength given her expertise with demolitions, she could at least manage to not blatantly stare at him.

Phoenix felt a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as he spoke, and she allowed it to warm her expression as she turned to look directly at him. “I doubt that…” she said quietly, her voice warm and softly accented.

“…but thank you for the thought. Pretty sure I was just the lesser of the evils, considering the kids giving him a hard time out there.” She took another sip of her whiskey and felt the temptation of asking the bartender to bring her the bottle. She’d have to ponder that a little bit longer.

“And how did you get in, hmm? The line was wrapped around the corner when I got here a few minutes ago.”

[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
A smirk on his lips he took a sip of the smooth, yet fiery spirit contained in the glass. Alcohol was his lifeblood, fuelled him into battle and fuelled him for any other task it was his petroleum. And hopefully some of this alcohol would be used as fuel to woo the exotic green-skinned lady he was seated only a few stools away from.

Enjoying the way it burned down his throat, warming up his entire body shortly afterwards, this was some really good whiskey. Flavorful yet still possessing a massive kick, absolutely perfect.

Feeling that the conversation was going well, he too decided to turn to face her as they'd probably manage to get a good discussion going on and he might even get to know just who she was. His cyan blue eyes examined her quickly, not a perverted type of gaze but more of an intruiged one, he rested his arm against the bar holding his drink. "Possibly, everyone tries to get in here at this time of night. So checks become a lot more common and a lot of the common riff-raff just get sent home." He smirked, taking a puff of his cigarette and putting it out in the provided ashtray. "Me? Haha, guess that means I ain't your average type of guy." He grinned. "I know the owner and the guy up front."

"Ain't seen you 'round these parts before, did destiny bring you to me?" He chuckled lightheartedly, nothing wrong with a little joke.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
Tearing her ebony gaze from his features, Phoenix glanced down into her glass before draining the rest of it. The Corellian whiskey slid smoothly down her throat, leaving warmth in its wake even as the kick made her gently, imperceptibly shake her head. Slender, viridian fingers lifted to motion to the bartender who brought the newly opened bottle of Whyren's Reserve and left it in front of her, stepping back to fulfill another order with her credchit in his fingers.

Phoenix poured herself another measure of the expensive amber liquor before swiveling in her seat to mirror his lean into the bar. Lofting a brow, she took a sip as she he spoke, and she briefly...very briefly...wondered what her brothers and sisters would think of the tableau. Or the fact that his last question received a playful smile as ebony eyes lowered briefly to her glass as she sipped.

Her.

Flirting.

Perhaps the apocalypse was next.

"It's a good thing I don't like average guys. And as for destiny..." she laughed softly, turning to nudge the Whyren's over a little bit before patting the stool beside her. "...does that line -ever- work for you?"

[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
[member="Phoenix Edorath"]

He grinned as the full bottle arrived, time to have some real fun, a pretty girl and some really good whiskey made for a good duo in any case, but not much in the world was better than a combination of good alcohol and great company.
He took the bottle, pouring a decent helping, about the same as hers to not hog the entire thing, besides they didn't need to speed anything up as they had the whole night on their hands here, time was nothing to worry about. He put a flirty smile on his face as he shuffled over onto the stool next to her, and shifting that a little closer towards her. "Hm, well you'll love me then." He wisecracked, a joking wink and smirk added in. He chuckled a bit before adding. "I never tried it, this is pretty much field testing for me."

He was feeling good. Confidence and comfort heavily boosted by the drink. But that wasn't an issue for him, not at all. He took another swig of the drink and continued. "How about you? You look like you got a lot of stories to tell." Gabriel's story was long, while it was action packed it probably wasn't the best one to start off with. He was however very interested in this woman and couldn't keep his eyes off of her no matter how hard he tried. So he wanted to get to know her a little.
 
Oh, this was definitely promising, Nix mused, her ebony gaze trailing over him a bit more slowly as he shuffled over and nudged his new seat just a little bit closer to her own. She lofted a delicate brow at his first comment, meeting his gaze over the rim of her glass as she took a long, slow sip. Soon enough, there was going to be more Whyren's than blood circulating in her veins, and she was delightfully okay with that.

"Will I? Well...we'll see...but I'll consider it if you promise to never use that destiny line again. I think it's failed its field test." Phoenix grinned as she replied, her tone warming a little bit as she laughed softly. Another sip and the warmth settled in her stomach settled comfortable into her limbs as well. Shifting on her stool, she had to lean across him slightly to reach the bottle, which she used to top off her glass.

"Stories? You'd be surprised..." she replied, putting the bottle back in it's 'inconvenient' spot and settling back once more, thankful the stool had a high back for such a purpose.

Phoenix wasn't entirely sure how to best bring up any of the stories she might be able to tell. So much of what the Dread Guard had done was covert, and she'd not been deployed on any missions with the Mandalorians yet. Without realizing it, she bit her bottom lip as she thought, gaze lowered to the glass her fingers were balancing on her knee.

Maybe honesty would work...it was no use hiding the simple fact of her creation and limited existence.

"Have you ever heard of the Confederacy?" Nix waited briefly for a nod before taking a sip of Whyren's and continuing. "I was...created as part of an initiative by one of their leaders. The Dread Guard...that's what they called us. More men than women, and only the women were cloned from Mirialan stock. We were supposed to answer only to the Dread Lord himself. Except I think the Kaminoans messed that up. A lot of us have left the last few months, for a number of reasons."

She downed the rest of her glass without looking up at him, trailing a fingertip around the rim.

"Name's Phoenix...in case you're still curious."
 
"Hey it was worth a shot..." He chuckled with a faux-innocent tone, hey he could play around with her a little, couldn't he? After all they were two people having a friendly discussion at a bar, and they were surely tipsy enough to have a bit of a laugh here and there. But it turns out it wasn't all jokes as this woman prepared a story, her story as a matter of fact. "Yeah." He responded, he knew what the CIS was. He wasn't that ignorant towards politics, they had been a force in the Galaxy for a while now, it was nothing new.

Interestingly, she was a clone which was really surprising to him, but it still didn't matter to him. In fact he never even expected that to be the case, she seemed like any other individual around. "That must've been an experience. Guess I was right about you having a lotta stories." He smiled at her warmly, showing her that yeah she was a clone but he was still really interested in her. "We're pretty similar in that respect then!" He took the bottle, topping up his drink a little before taking a good swig.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
Just as so many of those she’d met on Mandalore had surprised her, so too did her ruggedly handsome companion. Having glanced up and met his warm gaze, she looked back down with more than a touch of pleasure warming her features and her smile. It took but a moment to drain the whiskey from her glass, eyes closing briefly as she savored the warmth of it.

Phoenix reached for the bottle just as he released it, their hands brushing briefly in the process. She poured herself another measure and lofted a brow at just how quickly the level of the bottle’s contents was dropping. Whyren’s was a deucedly expensive guilty pleasure, but in her estimation, entirely worth it. The other substances that passed for whiskey in ‘verse didn’t even deserve the name in her opinion; little better than rotgut swill, the lot of them.

“I do have some whoppers to tell…most of which involve wiring things to explode in interesting ways. Demolitions are an art form, in my not so humble opinion.” The woman grinned, shifting towards him slightly in her seat.

“So…what about you, hmm?” Her glass lifted to her lips for a sip, while her dark eyes remained fixed on his features. There was something decidedly fascinating about him, she decided.

[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
Feeling the buzz from the Whyren's, this bizarre exquisite blend which seemed to make any other kind of alcohol obsolete, this was definitely a drink that would raise people's standards and they were sipping on it as if it was discount alcohol. This would probably have given them a couple of dirty looks from the more extravagant side of the club but he didn't really care, he was having fun and that was what mattered. Besides he easily had enough to pay for such a high-quality liquor like this.

He smiled as their hands brushed, enjoying the brief contact with her, secretely hoping he'll enjoy more contact with her as the night passed. "Me? Haha, I used to be a simple Mandalorian kid with two pretty incompetant parents." He chuckled a bit, taking a little sip of his Whyren's before continuing. "I grew up a lil' differently. Both of my parents were Bounty Hunters, they had guns everywhere and I grew up loving them. I knew how to shoot before I knew how to write properly." He had to admit he wasn't too used to telling his true story, but they were both drunk enough and he trusted her enough that she wouldn't use this information for anything else. "I was a real problem child, my buirs kicked me out of the house when I was 11. Then I started bounty hunting." He recited, speaking a little quieter so nobody freaked out. "Joined a mercenary corporation when I was only 13, they'd taken me all over the galaxy, from Dagobah to Dathomir, Felucia, Rattatak. I was good too, I was there about 11 years, almost became General, matter fact. Before the corp. turned on me, so I fled and went back to my roots y'know hired jobs and contract "disposals"." He couldn't help but laugh lightheartedly as he reminesced about his rather shady past. "Turns out the corporation disbanded, Republic didn't like 'em too much so now I'm not really on the run anymore, I'm just kinda, around I guess." he finally concluded.

"To be honest I'm glad I did run around the galaxy, if it got me to meet you." He winked.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
If she'd had a mother, this was likely the kind of man she'd have been warned against.

Nix was glad she'd been spared that particular kind of grief, though granted she always wondered what it would have been like to have a real family. Someone to have cared enough to warn her about anything, really. But no...she'd been created on a whim, built to obey orders and to not question them, had loyalty imprinted upon her soul as deeply as it could be.

But life always found a way, she mused distantly, taking a lingering sip from her glass though her ebony gaze never left his rugged features.

She found herself leaning in as he spoke, eyes lit with interest at his story. Silence reigned between them for a moment after he'd finished, but she didn't move, letting his words sink in and letting her Whyren's marinated brain cells properly sift through them.

Mandalorian.

The word sat there in all of its glory and made her smile grow warm and the last of whatever tension she'd been carrying in her shoulders melt away.

"Then I think we have more in common than either of us thought." she said softly, taking a sip before continuing. "I was raised with the tenets of the Resol'Nare. When I left the Confederacy just a few weeks ago, I went to the only place I can consider home, to Mandalore."

Phoenix couldn't help herself, and she'd later blame the Whyren's, she was sure, but her free hand reached up and brushed fingertips across his temple as he winked at her.

"You do have me at a little bit of disadvantage though..." she murmured "...you at least know my first name but I don't know yours."


[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
The whole bad-boy regime did suit Gabriel very well, he supposed that was all of his rebellious youth that he never really grew out of manifesting itself even with age. But hey some people were into it, yet most weren't. Making Gabriel one of those movie style Anti-Hero types, possibly a teenage hearthrob in most cases.

Having told his story he sucked back the last of his cigarette, dumping the empty stick into the ashtray beneath him, so far the night was going rather smoothly and he was definitely enjoying himself. And that enjoyment grew when he found out that she too had learned Mandalorian customs, small galaxy it seemed and it made her seem far more mysterious in that case, genetically engineered yet Mandalorian by heart. "You've got a hell of a story, you're a pretty impressive woman, y'know."

He couldn't help but lean into her touch slightly as she rubbed his temple. Giving her a cheeky kiss on her palm. "Completely forgot. My name's Gabriel." He replied, feeling a bit dumb to have not introduced himself before.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
"Thank you..." she replied, tilting her head down as her cheeks warmed, though ebony eyes glanced back up at him through long lashes.

A shiver of pleasure coursed down her spine as he kissed her palm, her glass lifting to her lips for another sip. "...Gabriel." Phoenix echoed quietly, as if tasting the word alongside the Whyren's from her glass. It suited him, she thought, falling silent as she studied his features, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw and brushing across his lower lip.

She turned towards him a bit more, before gently moving to pull her hand away from his jaw. Perhaps, she noted distantly, she'd let it linger long enough. Then again...his skin was rather warm. An ebon glance to her glass shortly saw it lifted for another sip, instead of giving in to the urge to lean over and kiss him.

A startling thought, and one that made her lips curl into a warm smile.

[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
[member="Phoenix Edorath"]

Things were heating up, and he could tell. He wasn't going to complain about it though, matter of fact it was quite the opposite, they got along very well with eachother and it was obvious they shared a mutual attraction, so why not go the full mile? He couldn't help but smirk as she traced her fingers across his jawline, it felt nice having the soft touch coming from a woman's soft, slender fingers.

When she moved away he too took a sip of his Whyren's, looking into her eyes longingly, trying to fight a sudden urge to embrace her.
 
That look in his Gabriel's eyes warmed her as much as the Whyren's had, and then some. Her cheeks flushed with a touch of warmth as she tore her gaze away from his and stared down at the glass in her hand instead, taking a slow sip even as she tried to gather her scattered wits. A very faint, and increasingly distant part of her urged caution, while the rest of her want nothing more than to lean over and steal a kiss...to start.

Phoenix dared another glance up, her stark black gaze meeting his cerulean blue one, and she promptly took whatever caution was lingering in her mind and threw it to the wind. Her hand returned to his jaw and gently cupped his cheek, while she leaned over and kissed him solidly.


[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
Nice to see that his seduction was paying off, he still seemed to attract even when he was slightly plastered off expensive liquor. Some people might have been rather repulsed that they were drinking such an expensive alcohol as if it was some cheap ale but he really couldn't care less, they were both enjoying themselves and that was what was important. But right now what he was really feeling was an urge to embrace the stunning lady opposite him.

But it seemed as if she beat him to it, he closed his eyes and deepened the embrace, fuelled with liquor and passion he romanced with the green goddess opposite him, not caring for any prying eyes or the fact that the barman was rolling his eyes at the two. He was in a different world right now with no other worries.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 
Ohh...

Constructive thought was proving elusive as he returned the embrace, and she absently mused about how Whyren's somehow tasted better when it was on someone else's lips. After...after a few...well. Not only was thought elusive, so was keeping track of time. Nix pulled back only when she absolutely had to breathe, and not a moment sooner.

Her ebon gaze glanced down as she carefully set the glass aside, having completely forgotten she was still holding it. Gazing over at Gabriel once more, fingers still cupping his face, her thumb gently stroking across his cheek. "Well...you kissed me back, so it must have been alright..." she said softly, a playful smile curling her lips.


[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
 
The two, drunk off the Whyren's and the ambiance of this club continued their passionate embrace. Gabriel found himself being more attached to her with each passing second. As if this would be more than just a one night thing. The embrace lasted until both were out of breath, he exhaled heaving, stroking her cheek as well. "Yeah...It was great..." He huffed breathlessly, his cyan eyes looking into the dark abyss of hers, the smile on his face a seductive one.

He had a strange type of feeling, seemingly addicted to her embrace, he pulled her in for another liquor-fuelled kiss shortly afterwards, entwining his tongue along hers in an eager, wanting embrace.

[member="Phoenix Edorath"]
 

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