Private Fast Company, Faster Trouble

[Jacero Savi]

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AUTH//PASS >> J.SAVI // RUN_LOG:0.011-A // ENC:ACTIVE // TRACE:NULL // ROUTE:MOBILE

RUN// ▶ ACTIVE

LOCATION: REVERIES BAR, DENON // OBJECTIVE: HAVE A GOOD TIME

JACE SAVI

RUNNER // INFILTRATOR

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AUDIO_FEED // 01

The music in Reveries was loud enough that conversation mostly happened at close range, which suited Jace fine.

He'd ended up near the edge of the dance floor with half a dozen people whose names he either hadn't caught or had already forgotten, moving with the crowd while coloured light slid over them. Someone had tried teaching him a step a few minutes earlier. Jace had decided he'd improved it, nearly taken out a passing server, and received a raised drink from one of the others in what looked suspiciously like accusation.

He grinned back, avoided being hauled into another round and slipped away toward the bar.

By the time he reached it, his shirt was sticking slightly between his shoulders. His jacket had been abandoned over a stool somewhere nearby. He could still see it, which was enough effort spent worrying about that.

Jace caught the bartender's attention and held up his empty glass.

"Same again. Make this one last longer."

The look he got in return suggested only half of that request fell within the bartender's responsibilities.

Probably fair.

Fresh drink in hand, Jace turned and leaned back against the bar.

Reveries had filled out while he'd been dancing. There were more people at the bar now and barely enough room left around the edge of the floor to stand without becoming part of it. Seven Corners tended to throw everyone together eventually. Jace could see expensive clothes, work gear, people who looked fresh out of an office and others who probably hadn't been anywhere near one in years. Nobody seemed especially interested in the difference.

He drank and watched a server squeeze between two crowded tables without spilling anything, which was probably more impressive than half the things he'd been paid to do lately. The music came through the bar under his elbow as much as it did through the speakers. Every so often a brighter wash of colour moved across the room and caught somebody's glass or jewellery before disappearing again.

A pair near the far side of the room headed toward the Recall Lounge. Jace followed them with his eyes for a moment, mostly because he still couldn't see the appeal. Paying good credits to borrow somebody else's memories seemed like doing things the long way around. If he wanted to experience something questionable, he was generally capable of arranging it himself.

His comlink was still where he'd left it.

That was unusual enough.

He had nothing due tonight and, unless somebody decided otherwise on his behalf, nowhere else to be. Jace took another drink and made a half-hearted attempt at stretching this one out, though he'd already lost track of whether he was succeeding.

Someone crossed near the entrance and moved aside again.

He knew the face behind them.

Rorie.

Jace's smile broadened as he straightened a little. He tried to catch her eye across the room and motioned to the spare chair at the bar beside him.

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Rorie

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RUN_LOG // SYNCED

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[Rorie]

//: Jacero Savi //:
//: Reveries, Denon //:
//: Attire //:

​

Tonight was work, then fun. She made a quick drop at one of the nightclubs and got paid. Lucky for her, she was allowed to take a few credits and use them for herself tonight. It was a reward for doing such a fantastic job. Rorie quickly did the work, handed the tech over, and received the payment. That was what she liked about dropping at Reveries—there was never any trouble, and payment was always ready.

Probably why the Shens enjoyed working with them, too.

The bouncer nodded, and Rorie was allowed in; no need to pay, and the drinks were on the house, according to the assistant manager she had just traded with. Walking in with the small crowd, the Lupo's eyes lit up as the lights and the sounds echoed in the room. She winced after a few moments; the music was far too loud for her sensitive hearing. On cue, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out two small earbuds.

An easy fix to a problem she's had all her life. She could still hear everything through the buds crystal clear, but it didn't make her ears bleed or give her a debilitating headache. She took in everything the bar offered as she wondered if any familiar faces were there.

Her time on Coruscant and now Denon had allowed her to make a few acquaintances. One of these acquaintances seemed to have seen her before she saw him. Her eyes passed over one more time, and she suddenly saw the man in the distance. Rorie's face lit up as her smile widened at the sight of him. They did some work together, and he was like her in a sense. Nothing mattered more than the moment they were in.

Rorie could appreciate that.

She moved through the crowd, doing her best not to bump into anyone. As much as she tried to fight it, she still lifted a couple of credits from the more inebriated individuals she passed.

Finally reaching Jace, she grinned, her tipped canines showing in full. In her hand, she produced a sizable ring that she had lifted from one of the Corpos who had assumed she was there to dance with him.

"Your size?" She chuckled, handed Jace the ring, and looked at the bartender. She leaned over the bar and ordered quickly. Obviously something sweet and strong. The bartender nodded, already knowing what the Lupo would order. She hopped back down and then turned to Jace.

"Didn't expect to see you here tonight? No work?" She kept smiling as the drink was promptly delivered. A hand brushed her auburn hair back behind her pointed ears as she sipped through the two small black straws.

It was perfect.

That was their life, work, and play.

 

[Jacero Savi]

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AUTH//PASS >> J.SAVI // RUN_LOG:0.011-A // ENC:ACTIVE // TRACE:NULL // ROUTE:MOBILE

RUN// ▶ ACTIVE

LOCATION: REVERIES BAR, DENON // OBJECTIVE: HAVE A GOOD TIME

JACE SAVI

RUNNER // INFILTRATOR

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Jace was already grinning by the time Rorie reached him, and laughed when she held the ring out, taking it without much hesitation and slipping it onto a finger as she moved in beside him.

"Oh, you shouldn't have. I didn't get you anything."

He turned his hand beneath the lights, inspecting the ring from a couple of angles with far more consideration than he'd given its acquisition. It looked expensive, and it wasn't a terrible fit either.

"You know, we could sell this for some creds," he said with a smirk and a shrug. "Maybe buy some meat sticks later?"

Still, he left it on for the moment while Rorie leaned across the bar to order. Jace shifted around so he was facing her properly by the time she had her drink in hand. Her smile brought his back easily enough, and he settled one elbow against the counter, shaking his head when she mentioned work as he watched her push her hair back.

"Not now, no. I worked earlier today," Jace said, taking another sip from his drink. "Nothing big. Few package drops into the next district over." One shoulder lifted in a shrug, though the grin that followed suggested the rest of it had been more entertaining. "I managed to get around the checkpoints fine, but I think they've changed the sensor coverage since last time. Had to switch routes to avoid the peepers. Made it interesting."

The music changed somewhere behind them, bringing in a heavier beat that Jace caught almost immediately. He glanced toward the DJ booth and started moving with it where he stood, one leg keeping time before his attention came back to Rorie. "You're good with tech. Found a way around those sensors yet? Feels like they're sticking them everywhere now."

He let the beat carry on beneath the conversation, taking another drink as his gaze flicked toward the dance floor.

"You got here right on time. Tracks have been nova tonight." Jace's smile widened as he tipped his head toward the floor, looking like it wouldn't take much encouragement to pull him back into the crowd. His attention caught briefly on the earbuds before returning to her. "This your kind of music?"

He smiled over the rim of his glass, swallowed, then lowered it again.

"I'm done for the night, anyway. All free." His eyebrows lifted. "You working, or are you off too?"

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