Seasonal Fun at the Red Ronin [TSC & Friends]

[Anet Raine]

"And do you think most people in here would care if it was an "accident"?

Okay. Point taken. That was the look on Anet's face, though she did try to hide the embarrassment the way she was taught. "Look at their eyes, then just sliiiightly to the side." It was one of the few times she spoke to her mother. Whenever she visited home, those few precious times in her life.

"I'll have whatever you threw over me."

Anet smirked.

It hadn't taken her long to realize this hard woman had a healthy case of RBF - something they had in common. Though Anet expected that she wasn't as aware, or at least, hadn't been drilled into feeling self-conscious about it as a child.

"Good choice," her smirk held as she said that.

The half-arkanian squeezed through the bodies, then sauntered confidently up to the bar as soon as she locked eyes with one behind the counter. She leaned across it, just slightly enough to be a little 'shapely' for her game.

"Two glasses - one parts starshine surprise and chandrilan blue, stirred on the rocks. Oh, uh, and maybe the first ones are free?" She ran her eyes low, then slowly raised them to his again with a smile.

"Oh, it's all on the house tonight," they replied frankly. "Tab is covered."

Her demeanor unraveled in an instant. She stood up straight and dropped the act. A few moments later, the drinks arrived, one for each hand. She took them and turned away.

Though stopped when the bartender spoke up. "What do ya call those?"

Anet looked back and shrugged. "Sunset on the Water."

She found her way back to the moody merc and offered the drink. She looked up for a second at the commotion above them, but paid it little mind.

"Here," she said. "Anet - by the way, and you?"

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

Reina leaned against the wall as she waited for the stranger to come with the drinks. Honestly, for Nar Shaddaa? This place was starting to seem a bit quie-

That's when she felt it. A sudden flare up of the Dark Side, that almost felt as if it enveloped the club. It was a sensation that she still wasn't that accustomed to. Her stomach twisted. Her eyes narrowed. Her instincts screamed as she kept a tight grip on the dagger at her hip, which only further increased her sensitivity to the Dark Side.

It felt as if she was a lone ship, lost and adrift at a stormy sea as the Dark fog slowly swept its path across her. A fog that smothered the Light that radiated around, the Light that marked Reina's path. The route she sailed. Yet she steadied herself. Focusing on her breathing, as her gills flared ever so slightly and she focused on the flicker of flame within herself. It did not matter if she got lost at sea. As long as she knew where she was herself, as long as she kept her own Light alive, that was enough for her.

That was when her gaze flickered over towards the stranger, raising an eyebrow at the way she seemed to act around the bartender...before giving a small shrug of her shoulders. Sure, Reina was somewhat on edge about the Dark Side surrounding this place...but she wasn't a Jedi. Was she even really a Light Sider anymore? None of that mattered however as the Stranger returned with the drink.

"It's more than just how you stand, y'know. It's the way you talk."

Why was she giving advice to a stranger? Social advice of all things? Maybe it was because there was a part of Reina, deep down inside of her, that enjoyed teaching. Passing things onto other people, as she turned her gaze over towards the stranger. Anet. A small smirk coming across Reina's face for a moment, as she went to show her lesson practically.

Clearing her throat for a moment, to let her voice sing, ever so slightly. A sweet melody, the tone purposefully made to be...warm, as a small coy smile broke her RBF.

"Anet. Such a lovely name. It suits you. And me? Well. It depends on who's asking. But for you? You can call me Reina."

And with the introduction said and done...the entire persona dropped. The smile vanishing within the blink of an eye, as Reina's voice dipped back to its usual tone. Still sweet. Still somewhat melodic. But lacking in the warmth that it had prior.

"See?"
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[Anet Raine]

"It's more than just how you stand, y'know. It's the way you talk."

Anet quirked a brow, and took a sip.

She paused, her mouth slightly agape in its amusement, as Reina introduced herself so intentionally.

Though her amusement existed for other reasons, too. Like, for example, that Reina hadn't a clue that Anet spent much of her life faking it. It also meant, she wondered, that the curious redhead hadn't a clue who she was. Perfect strangers? That was more the scion's style.

"You're pretty good," she chuckled.

Then, she stepped closer, adopting a near-hostile glare. Her voice curt and raspy. "Actually, I'm a bounty hunter - and you're wanted more dead than alive."

Her eyes flicked like a predator's to the woman's drink, then back to her. "Why don't you take a sip and tell me if it's poison?" Asked like a dare.

The acolyte stepped back, relaxed her posture, and drank from her own glass. "How was that, Reina?" She followed, voice soft again.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

"It's genetic. Or at least meant to be."

She gave a small dismissive wave of her hand at that. Though Anet had clued onto one key detail about Reina. She didn't know who people were. Unless they were a part of her life, or some kind of target given to her on a job she had taken, it was as if they didn't even exist for the redhead. Of course, she had been trying to change that. If she wanted to be somebody herself, it helped to know who people were...

Which is why she raised an eyebrow at the hostile glare for a moment...before breaking out into a small smirk. An honest smirk as she shook her head, taking the drink before downing it in one. The sudden rush and burn of the liquid caused her to wince ever so slightly. It wasn't a taste she was used to anymore. Fortunately, she wasn't drinking too much so she was still...pretty aware of what was going on.

"It was pretty good. You've just got one thing wrong with it. I'm a nobody. If someone wanted me dead? I'd feel sorry for the poor sap, if I'm their biggest problem."

Or at least, the people she would be a problem to wouldn't know her as Reina. The jobs she had done for both the Black Suns and Sith Order had been under an alias. Most of those who knew her as Reina had been Jedi amongst the GA or High Republic, alongside a few trusted people in the Galaxy.
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[Anet Raine]

'Genetic' was a dirty word for Anet, though she didn't let it get to her, not in this context. It was just... an intrusive bad feeling that came and then went.

Reina caught Anet in an honest bit of surprise, watching her gulp the heavy drink in one. Immature as it might be, she often found herself impressed by women who drank like that. The way Reina winced - which Anet caught - also endeared her.

Anet laughed and brought a hand over her mouth to try and stop it. The alcohol had dried her throat enough that she coughed a little by the end, before finally controlling herself.

With a snicker, "How's your tolerance?"

"It was pretty good. You've just got one thing wrong with it. I'm a nobody. If someone wanted me dead? I'd feel sorry for the poor sap, if I'm their biggest problem."

She tilted her head at that, and her cheeks raised under narrowed eyes as if to ask: "Really?"

"I mean..." She looked around the room, filled largely with Sith and their associates. "You honestly seem to belong in here more than some of the furniture."

Another sip, Anet wasn't quite willing to join the redhead that far... yet. Though she did have an idea.

"Let's get you another drink and find somewhere quieter to chat... unless you'd prefer to dance?"

Anet was already moving slowly towards the bar, though at an angle where she could keep her attention on Reina.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

"Used to be a lot better. Could drink most people under the table."

It was a time that Reina missed fondly. Back when times were simpler. When she actually needed to breath through her mouth. Sure, becoming some Sith Spawn Mermaid had its benefits. Especially since it seemed like there wasn't anything inherently Dark about being one...but she had plenty taken away from her. It was a decision that had been made for her. One she resented some days.

Fortunately, she didn't have to dwell on that for long. Raising an eyebrow as Anet's laughter finally processed for her. It had sounded like the other woman had been choking at first. Had she said something funny? She hadn't intended to.

Then she was told that she seemed to belong in this place. At least more than the furniture. Reina wasn't...sure how to feel about that. Her eyes darting around with a small frown on her face. Some dingy club was where she seemed to fit in? With Sith and Sith-adjacent people? Reina shook her head for a moment, trying to dismiss the thought from her mind.

"...No matter their face, you'll often found coins bundled together."

A vague comment. Perhaps it was Reina's attempt at trying to sound wise. But it was how she'd best describe the Jedi and the Sith. They were the same coin. Just different faces. With Reina being unsure which face she'd land on. If any. The Jedi hadn't suited her. Or maybe it would be best that she didn't suit them. The Sith didn't call to her either. Neither the Order, nor the Covenant she had been hearing about. She'd do jobs for them, sure. But to owe them any loyalty? Far from it.

Yet...for a moment, Reina's brain seemed to malfunction for a moment. Her eyes flickering over back towards Anet, at the offer of another drink...or a dance. Was she...? In the past, Reina would have doubted it. Hell, she might not have even noticed it. But after the date with Quinn...Reina had became more perceptive of those kind of things...Now the only question for Reina was whether or not "dance" meant the same thing as "dessert"...

"...Another drink. But I'm taking it slow this time."
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[Ghruna]

GHRUNA

Acier Moonbound Arris Windrun

"You miss it?" He asked, tone unchanged. "Or are you here to learn something new?"

He asked if she missed home. She took a moment before answering. Part of her thought to close off the conversation. This was her own, personal struggle, after all.

Another part of her pointed out that this was the longest conversation she had held with an outsider. She didn't know he was mostly entertaining the conversation as a cover, a fact which would have triggered her notoriously short temper. The same temper which had cut most attempts at conversation short.

“Yes,” Ghruna said simply. "Well both."

She glanced back toward the bar.

“I miss knowing where I stand,” she continued. “On Malthyl, if someone wants something from you, they say it. If they hate you, they fight you. If they want to lead, they prove it with their strength.”

Her jaw tightened slightly.

“Here,” she said, gesturing vaguely at the club, the sith, and the layered ambitions the humans liked to build, “people smile while sharpening knives.”

She looked back at Ace.

“My people were visited by sith thousands of years ago,” Ghruna explained. “We still speak the real massassi sith language as well as our own. My father sent me to learn true sith ways. I can not return unless I succeed or die and need to be sent home to be buried in the mountains."

Another pause. Shorter this time.

“But I miss home,” she admitted. Her gaze lingered on him for a second longer than before.

She laughed, exposing fangs.

"Still, seeing the danger doesn't make it safe. Not in a crowd of nine foot tall, drunken minotaur!"

She reached across the table and slapped his shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, but would feel a little bit like someone had just thrown a brick at his arm.

"I am still growing," she said sharply, before the human could think she was some kind of discarded runt among her people.

Ace held her gaze for exactly as long as it took to understand. Then she was past him, swallowed by the bar crowd.

Ghruna followed his gaze when Arris came down the stairs.

She noticed the damage before she noticed the woman’s expression. The torn metal, the missing half of her face. On Malthyl, walking away from a fight like that earned respect. They did not have the technology for prosthetics and cybernetics. She didn't know how she felt about that. It seemed almost like cheating to her.

She watched Arris the way she watched wounded predators. Not with fear. With attention.

The grin Arris gave Ace did not go unnoticed.

"Who was that?" She asked bluntly.

 

[Snees D'ner]

Objective Two: Animal Control
Gillem

Snees felt those credits long before counting them. The stack slid into his palms in a way that was for someone much taller and heavier. Built for bigger pockets that wouldn’t fight back. The weight tugged immediately at the side of his wraps. He made another sound with his teeth as he tucked them away with nimble little fingers.

His attention returned to Gillem again as the man spoke.

“Hm,” Snees murmured, head tilting as Gillem talked about Tatooine, Jawas, and vengeance. One hand rose to his chin. “That’s why my problems don’t stay personal. They get subcontracted. Cost more. But it keeps the floors clean.”

His jaw clicked once.

“But Tatooine,” Snees rasped, the word already sour on his tongue. Eyes narrowed. “Snees don’t miss that rock. Snees hate Tusken Raiders,” added flatly. “Sand People ruin everything.”

He could smell the sand in memory. Hear their rifles too.

Then, more pleasantly. “Maybe one day we go back and kill them. All of them.” It was a nice thought.

Ears twitched as the sound of more gunfire; it was impossible to ignore. His head turned to listen. Something that wasn’t going down the way it should.

“Hmm..” Snees hissed softly. “That sounds messy. Somebody not easy to kill tonight.”

A voice cut through the air from nearby couches, where one of the clients had been moments before. Whatever was happening between the figure and a dancer came to an abrupt stop.

A comm message came through loud.

“A droidbreaker is loose in the arena–won’t stay down!”

That certainly did it, pulling him inward. Snees didn’t care so much about the lives down there.. not too much. But Nar Shaddaa had been good to him lately. And so had the Red Ronin.

The last couple months was all about building, client by client. Most of them came here regularly now. That made them investments. And Snees didn’t let investments get ruined.

“Ok ok. I need mercenary. Now.”

He gestured toward the door. “I don’t give a chit who’s bleeding. But arena is my problem now.”

“Let’s go, you giant schutta,” he snapped. “I pay later.”

With another ounce, of course.

Reaching up, he barely scraped the door handle before yanking it open. He bolted out, faster than most expected a Jawa to move.

 

[Gillem]

GILLEM

“Tusken Raiders were my usual kills. Most of them are too brainless to know they overstep bounds. I can honestly tell you I may have wiped out a few tribes. But they’re almost like roaches. Find one and there's a thousand more hiding somewhere.”

Gillem's face lifted as he heard the shots ring, he could tell these were more desperate shots, not measured from precision but just a spray and pray. Something horribly wrong was happening.

“Sounds like something is out of control, if ya ask me.”

Right after his response the comm spoke loud and clear of a creature Gillem had heard of only once. His eyes glared almost in frustration.

“How in the hell did you guys get a droid breaker in here? And why here of all places?! This certainly ain’t good for business.”

His eyes shot towards the Jawa as he spoke, a new job right on the spot. How perfect it sounded. Gillem stood out of the chair dusting off his hat and set it back on his head.

“One dead driodbreaker comin’ right up.”

He would need something heavier than his pistols for this. They packed a punch but he left his special rounds on his ship for bigger folk. Hopefully he had just the thing.

He followed behind the Jawa out the door shoving past any of the clubbers or watchers of the arena who were trying to get out. Inside the arena he saw what looked like a poor fella who was torn apart, almost easily. The weapon he used was definitely insufficient and likely something to boost his own ego at a permanent cost.

Dumbass.

Always bring the right tool for the job. Inside he could see some personnel desperately trying to bring the beast down to no luck.

“You’re tellin me, you guys have a big beastie in here and no way to put him down should these issues arise? And I’m the schutta???”

Snees D'ner​

 

[Naniti]

The Togruta looked over at Lysander with a twisted expression. Respecting the mystery? Of the Covenant? More like not begging to have some muckity-muck order an entire room of Sith to kill you. Still didn't explain the Undead and letting them just wander around looking menacing. A snort and a small smirk followed as Naniti just shook her head. She'd comment further, but they were out in the open where people could hear. The past wasn't Naniti's specialty, but the present was her domain; and looking too hard into that room with the trio only resulted in trouble.

"Oh, really?" Naniti's eyes narrowed slightly as a dare. "I'll be sure to order for both of us with that in mind." If he wanted her close, he wouldn't have to try hard. Long as his guests didn't mind the company, or some other guests didn't need someone to referee -- Lysander didn't have to do everything in the club by himself.

And on that note, it seemed she'd walked into a little back-and-forth about employment.

Not before Seren expressed her personal interests. Naniti's blue eyes turned in the other woman's direction. Knowing what someone wanted to protect, huh? Sounded like a good way to learn how to control someone. Or how to rob them as Arris had demonstrated in their little excursion together.

"Lordly types," the Togruta echoed casually, but with a discrete peek in Lysander's direction. Abrupt social promotion? Well, he was in charge of a club. Who'd expected an Acolyte to have that much pull? Not to mention the way he carried himself defiantly gave off the right 'lordly' vibes.

"Perhaps our Lord should continue this discussion upstairs." Not that talking shop about criminal activity was taboo on Nar Shaddaa of all places. Sith knew no one cared -- unless they were trying to listen in to get the drop on you. Didn't hurt for a change of pace while discussing future prospects though.

Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer | Seren Gwyn | Riffraff Ranat

 

[Anet Raine]

Anet tilted her head a little and smirked at the thought of Reina drinking her under the table.

"Maybe we'll have to put that to the test," She mused in her own mind.

For now, the scholarly woman was content to listen.

"...No matter their face, you'll often found coins bundled together."

Though perhaps giving the redhead some time to think was not the right move. Her smirk faded a little into something awkward.

"Coins bundled together...?" She offered the woman a chance to explain it at least. Though bemusement was clear in her tone, a hint that she may've been teasing Reina, too.

She tapped her fingers against the glass of her empty drink, then plucked the one from Reina's, and walked to the bar. She waved the woman along with one glass to follow her. After they arrived, Anet ordered the same thing for both of them, only this time she asked for a splash of friz, which was known for its cooling effect, like mint but different.

With drinks returned to both their hands, Anet took a dainty sip of hers and inspected Reina's reaction to the new flavor profile. Her icy eyes had grown softer now.

"I heard the roof is available... I wonder how many people are up there."

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

Of course her attempt at trying to be wise seemed more like it was going to blow up in her face as opposed to making her seem smart. A small sigh escaped her lips as Reina ran her hand through her hair, keeping her gaze focused on the club.

"The Spirit of the Waves. The Force. On one face, you have the Dark Side. On the other? The Light. And so, like coins, they find themselves in the most similar of places sometimes."

As she spoke, Reina's gaze flickered off in the direction of where she had last seen Acier. Was he somewhat in a similar boat to her? A loose coin, spinning on its side, wobbling back and forth, deciding what face it was going to land on. Unfortunately, neither of them could keep spinning. Sooner or later they'd land on a face. Light. Dark. It was just a matter of how much Reina could push it off.

With that being said, Reina took the new drink from Anet, sipping at it this time as opposed to chugging it on one. The taste was...smoother. It burned less. A content sigh escaping her lips as she glanced back over towards Anet, raising an eyebrow at the mentioning of the roof. Her gaze hadn't softened. Not yet at least. She was far too familiar to people trying to get on her good side. To find some way to manipulate her. That didn't mean she wasn't somewhat relaxed at least.

"Not sure how many want to be stood on the roof on Nar Shaddaa. Not much to look at. The Stars aren't like they are on wilder worlds. Without all of the artificial light. All that nonsense."

Reina wasn't much for good views. Beauty and the like wasn't something she acknowledged. Though she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, before nudging Anet with her hip and made her way off towards the roof. It would hopefully let her get some fresh air. Clear her head of all the Dark kark she could feel right now.
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[Anet Raine]

"Oh no," Anet agreed. "No one comes to Nar Shaddaa for the view."

She hated the moon, but that was for different reasons. Though the smog and the poison rain did not help one bit, either.

She gasped a little in surprise at the hip check, startled until she realized it was Reina, then nodded and led the way. They slipped past the crowd, towards the back, and took the lift all the way up. The acolyte turned to the redhead, considering her earlier words, and decided to spend the thirty-second ride giving a reply.

"The Spirit of the Waves. The Force. On one face, you have the Dark Side. On the other? The Light. And so, like coins, they find themselves in the most similar of places sometimes."

"The Force is a coin?" Her disagreement was palpable in her voice. "Is it not a reflection... uhh," she considered her words, "... a relationship?"

The door opened, and she stepped off the lift and to the side so they could continue their talk.

She took another sip and gave the redhead a cryptic look. "... the Dark Side and Light Side reflect us, and move through us from the Living to the Cosmic. An unavoidable relationship, touched and moved by both, and if you devote yourself to one more completely..." Her words trailed off there.

She wondered: had this woman revealed herself a Force user? Anet struggled to read those feelings with so many Sith around them, even on the roof, where it appeared they were in small company - a few scattered couples and a group here and there, some solos on their smoke breaks.

"I can tell you're not a Jedi," she said confidently, "but you are sensitive?"

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

"I hope it's not a relationship. Otherwise it won't be long 'til it abandons me..."

Reina gave a slight shrug at that. She was used to people disagreeing with her. The people who mattered to her. The people who didn't. If Anet wanted to see the Force as some great big relationship, then she could. But Reina couldn't agree with it. Relationship implied somewhat equal terms. That you both gained and gave things up. The Force was something bigger than that in Reina's eyes. It was vast. Near endless. Filled with bottomless fathoms that you could explore for the rest of your life, alongside a beauty that you could admire. Yet she shook her head, trying not to think about that. She hated thinking too deeply on things.

"...You sound so confident, for someone who is only half right."

The Ersansyr leaned her back against the edge of the roof for a moment, her gaze flickering amongst the people on the roof. There were plenty of Sith. Even she could sense it. More than likely, there was an actual Jedi somewhere around here. Maybe two. She had seen how Shadows worked. How they could hide their presence. Reina used to do the same when she had been with the Jedi and went to less...favourable places such as here. She found herself not needing to make an effort to hide her presence recently however. A blessing? Or a curse? Only time would tell.

"I was a Jedi. Sure, I was only a Padawan, but that's because I never had the right Master."

She had the practical skills for it. Reina knew how to use the Force. She knew how to fight. How to survive. To an extent, she even knew how to stay off the Dark Side, if it came down to it. But the theory behind it all? Ashla? Bogan? She barely knew any of that. Of course, there was also now no need for her to give a direct answer to being sensitive. She had given her answer.

"Of course, I got out at the right time. It's all imploded on itself. Jedi scattered throughout the Galaxy. Disorganised. Spirit knows what Temples they're using and what ones they aren't. Tried to make one myself."
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[Anet Raine]

Reina's first remark caused Anet to choke on her own drink.

Before she could linger on how sad this woman was, however, Reina said a series of words that reminded her a little too much of something her father would say.

"...You sound so confident, for someone who is only half right."

She brooded on it, even as her conversation partner rattled on, revealing details about her past. When she mentioned the Jedi scattered - not knowing where they gathered - Anet might've said something like: "Oh, good thing, too, because I can think of three Sith here who'd interrogate you for that information."

Instead, she threw her drink onto Reina. "Oops - Twice in one night? Clumsy me." Her voice was drier than the liquor.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

Reina flicked her hand out as the drink was thrown in her direction, a small smirk flickering on her face as she seemed to catch it mid air, using the Force to hold it in place, as she seemed to be debating to herself. Something she had said seemed to peeve her. What was it? There had been some in Reina's life who would have been able to read Anet like a book. Unfortunately Reina was not one of them.

"Hm? Clumsy? You're right. Shouldn't spill things on yourself."

The Ersansyr flicked her wrist back at Anet, throwing the liquor back, keeping the smirk on her face. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't say this was fun. But with that all being said, she let out a small sigh, her gaze softening ever so slightly as she looked away. Apologies were never easy for her. At the very least however, she always tried to make them in person.

"In all seriousness though. Sorry. For whatever I said. Wasn't trying to kark you off."
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[Anet Raine]

Reina Daival

Oh, poor Anet, who was so smug she said her piece before even noticing that the woman caught the liquid mid-throw.

It flew right back into her face before she processed what just happened. The half-pantoran just stood there, liquor dripping down her face and onto her rather pretty clothes (a simple party dress and heels), with a dumbfounded pause, an almost "What the hell?!" in her eyes and on her lips.

Even more surprising to her was the confused apology. Even Anet, frustrated and silly as she was, knew better than to believe Reina was somehow responsible for saying the right words to remind her of the worst person.

Anet ran a finger down across her cheek, gathering a small droplet of the wasted cocktail, and brought it to her mouth for a taste.

"Oh, you just reminded me of someone terrible is all," her answer was honest but vague.

She looked down at her empty glass and frowned, then back up at Reina with a pathetic expression, like she just had a depressing day - very disingenuous, too; a guilt tripper's attempt done tongue-in-cheek.

Followed by soft-spoken words. "Well fuck... now what's going to loosen me up?"

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

An eyebrow raised at the vague and honest answer. Reina wasn't one to pry. It wasn't her place. She was the kind to give people privacy. If they didn't want her to know, they didn't want her to know. She had been on the side of having people trying to pry into her thoughts, and into what she meant when she didn't want them to. And she wouldn't treat others like that.

"...I reminded you of someone terrible, and you threw a drink at me? Huh. I'd have thrown a punch. Harder for them to send it back at you."

Her smirk was back on her face. In fact, it was slowly but surely turning into an actual smile. For as anti-social as Reina was, even she couldn't hide the warmth that was slowly coming to her eyes. Even as Anet tried to guilt trip Reina, the redhead just smirked for a moment, raising an eyebrow for a moment

"Y'know, it seemed more to me that you're trying to get /me/ to loosen up. Which makes me wonder what it is that you want with me?"

With that, her gaze went over towards her half-drank glass, before looking over towards Anet...as the redhead's smile slowly but surely turned into a smug grin as she poured the remaining liquid off the roof.

"Oops. Clumsy me, right?"​

 

[Anet Raine]

Reina Daival

"I've only thrown a punch once." It wasn't an amusing memory, but she pretended like it was. "And I broke my hand."

It wasn't too long ago, either. A faded bruise blotched her knuckles on one hand.

Anet brought that same hand to her chest, feigning slight at Reina's teasing accusation.

"I default to lubrication at... parties..." She trailed as she watched the woman turn her glass until the contents disappeared off the ledge.

Anet pouted. "At least have the courtesy to pour it on your own head next time," she scoffed playfully, then teased. "Leaving me the only one dripping wet up here."

Then, she tossed her glass past Reina's shoulder until it too was gone off the roof. Didn't even hear it crash below.

She hadn't answered Reina's question at all.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Anet Raine
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit

"So have I. Plenty of times. One of them was from punching beskar. Broke my gutting knife as well. Never got a replacement for it."

That was an age ago. Before she even joined the Jedi. Before she had even had proper Force training. By then, it was still vibes. Instincts. No actual intelligence.

"Broke my gutting knife as well. Never got a replacement for it. I mean, I've got this, but a poisoned blade doesn't suit fishing."

She pulled out the dagger she had been given for life day, letting out a small chuckle at that...Sighing to herself afterwards, sliding the thing back into its sheath.

Her gaze flickered over towards Anet's hand, stepping forward to get a closer look. If she had less respect for personal space, she might have even grabbed Anet's hand to get a better look at it.

"It's always a good idea to train your body. You never know when you might need to fight. A blaster. Lightsaber. They can all be disabled. Rendered useless. The only weapon you can truly rely on is yourself."

Then came that little nagging at the back of Reina's mind. The one that wanted to teach. She didn't know much but at the end of the day...

"I can show you how. Another day. Think we're both a bit too "lubricated" to learn anything."

With that, she turned her gaze back to the streets as she leaned against the edge of the roof, the smile slowly fading from her face.

"Don't think I didn't notice you avoiding my question. You're lucky you're entertaining. Otherwise you'd remind me of someone terrible. Someone I want to do a lot more than just punch."

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