Esprit D'escalier

[Lynnori Cruz]

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espirit d'escalier, phrase; a comeback one thinks of after the time has passed to use it.​

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Hutt Dreadnought, Nar Shaddaa Orbit, Open Bar, Undetermined Time
Make It Rain | Interacting with [member="Omi Henata"] ~ Hurricane ~ "There's a place way down in Brooklyn."
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Well, if you couldn't go to Nar Shaddaa, may as well enjoy the next best thing.

It wasn't that she'd been banned altogether. It just wasn't wise to return at the moment. The bar on this ship wasn't bad, the patronage not awful, the dancers... Reminded Lyn of Zeltros. All to be said on that front, really. The dreadnought in orbit around the Smuggler's Moon was a curious hub of entertainment, to be sure, but a welcome one. Certain to get a unique experience here, no?

She wasn't a particularly high-roller. Lyn dropped a few credits, a couple smiles, mostly enjoyed the drink she was sipping on and eyeing up the crowds. Her pheromones were alive, attracting all sorts of male attention, most of which she brushed off. A Zabrak male had appealed for a few moments but she had lost track of him in the crowds of people entertained by the slaves. Slaves. Ugh. It was a firm reminder of how uncivilized parts of the galaxy still were, that it came down to this. She was down for many an illegal activity -- Slavery, not one of them. Made her skin crawl just to think about.

Her golden eyes returned to sweeping the crowds. Tonight, so far, was boring. Maybe that'd change soon.

 

[Enos]

A bead of sweat dripped down Omi's left lekku. Her chest rising and falling in a quick way. The cheers drowning out any other thought except for the pain in her muscles. Omi had been dancing on this pillar in the bar area for almost two hours. Her legs ached and her mind felt like it was about to explode. But is was all worth it now. She could finally retire to the bar where she could drink until she forgot about this whole thing. Having just become a slave a few weeks ago Omi was still in complete denial about it. Drinking had become less of an occasional pleasure, to a necessity to survive. The loud cheering and hard dancing scheduled. It all really made her feel pity on the other slaves that had been here for years

The platform began to lower. Slowly, signifying that Omi was done and she could now go enjoy the rest of her night drinking until she puked it all up. A horrible life decision for a horrible life. She took a deep breath and stepped off making her way to the bar. When suddenly.. something.. smelled.. good.

Omi looked to where the smell was coming from. She could see an unfamiliar person with unfamiliar pink skin. However, Omi felt like it was the most beautiful woman in the world. She needed to talk to her. She needed to! Omi took two steps before she snapped out of it.. something was wrong. That woman was not everything she seemed to be. Omi continued to walk to her with caution.

"Hello there." Omi said bending over the bar table and looking to the woman.

 

[Enos]

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

Hutt Dreadnought, Nar Shaddaa Orbit, Open Bar, Undetermined Time
Downpour | Interacting with [member="Omi Henata"] ~ Hurricane ~ "Where a boy lives behind bricks."
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Eyebrows raised upon the appearance of a Twi'lek, a young one too if Lyn recalled the details of that species correctly. No doubt an employee here -- The potential of her being a slave was possible, too, which was only going to make things awkward. Either way the Zeltron chewed on the inside of her cheek and, quietly cursing her natural ability to attract, offered a meek, "Hey, there." in the girl's direction. Lips found her glass and Lyn drank deep, head tilting over a little, "What're you, uh, doing here?" Dumb question. What was anyone doing here?

Lyn wasn't even sure why she was here. Lost. Drifting. Whatever. She waved the bartender down for another drink. Her pheromones were likely going to wind up influencing more than she'd have liked, which was only going to exacerbate this conversation.

Another glass slid it's way down the bar to be caught in her fingers, unceremoniously poured into the other, pre-existing glass into some cocktail of the two drinks that almost certainly would not taste half as good as any sentient being would like. But it took a lot to affect a Zeltron with their dual livers, so... You did what you had to. An eye remained cautiously trailed on the Twi'lek girl who'd appeared.

 

[Enos]

Omi smiled. The girl was beautiful. "I.. what is that smell?" She asked in a bit of a daze. It was as if she was drunk without having a single drop of alcohol today. The more she breathed in the more pretty the girl looked. Something Omi didn't realize was what race the woman was. And the features that Zeltrons had. All she knew right now is that the girl was pretty and Omi wanted her.

"You look so.. nice.. How?" She asked. Whatever was making her say this it was defiantly not how Omi would act. She would usually conduct herself with more grace then looking over a woman this way.

What is going on?

It was as if she was not controlling her own thoughts. Something else was inside her brain giving her the information and telling her what to say. The hot blush that formed around her face seemed to spread down to her neck. Whatever this girl was, an angle, a demon, or some interesting alien race. Omi had to know.

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]