Private Gates of Chaos

[Aren D'Shade]

The Wheel might be Aren's vision of a dream haven if she didn't live on Denon. This place could become a second home to her, though, and she was getting settled in. Without any fear of running out of credits, she could dance, drink, or gamble all she wanted to. On tonight's menu was some drinking, dancing, and flirting. No harm in that, and she was here to have fun.

Walking into the disco part, she ordered a drink and sat down at one of the tables. Most of them were taken, and she felt she was lucky to have this one. It might be because it wasn't too near the dancefloor and in an out-of-the-way area. That didn't matter to her, though, and she sat drinking until a song came on that she was familiar with. Tossing down her drink with a couple of swift gulps, she was on her way to the floor.

Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

An N&Z Khopek-class starfighter glided from hyperspace like a blade. From Relliks view he could clearly see the neon lights of the wheel in motion. The great casino city inviting him to a nice vacation.

"It's been too long." He murmured with a smirk.

With the starfighter tucked neatly into Docking Port Twelve. He did not announce himself or request any special privilege. You never know where assassins might be lurking and he hated causing galactic wide "Incidents". He did not wear his traditional Diarch uniform. He wore a nice simple suit. Ready to gamble mostly but if the drinks and music were tasting just right, he could easily find himself on the dance floor.

It was the smell of sweetened cigarra smoke, offworld spices, the tang of ozone, sweat, perfume, and credits tinging against tables that hit him first. The party had officially begun. A Twi'lek woman in red silk brushed past, gaving him a glance. It was settled, dance floor it is.

Entering the ballroom large area where bodies moved - he looked over to the bar, walked up and got himself a quick drink. He finished the drink in a single quick swallow, than stepped unto the floor.

Aren D'Shade

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Aren was dancing by herself for a moment, and then the song ended. She was about to get another drink when a form stepped in front of her. Another song started on the tail of the previous one that had an entirely different sound. Maybe that was common at the Wheel, but she could get into it just as easily as the last.

For one of the first times since she could remember, she didn't have her bag of tools to hold onto. That was in her room, all she had were her clothes and some credits for her drinks. Giving the stranger a look over, he was several years older than she was, but that was fine. Age was just a number; he was also a little taller, and she was okay with that, too. Many people were.

With only one drink in her system, she was still quite sober and could form a good opinion of the man on the floor next to her. She felt he would be a good dancing partner for the night. Smiling at him, unless he pulled away, she would lead him onto the dance floor.

Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Feeling the movement and presence of the crowd the Diarch made his way unto the floor. As a new song came on, he was intending to just lose himself into it for a moment. Rellik had just begun to pivot when someone appeared before him. Giving a soft smile that sent those knowing sparks in the back of his mind. A devilish smile formed on his lips. Hungry and happy.

He gave her one deliberate look, head to toe before matching her gaze. Young, self-assured, sharp, present. Matching his energy for having a fun night. When she led, he followed.

It was easy letting her pull him into the swell of motion, - There is a little harmony between battle and dance. The outside noise. Blasters and explosions, they were similar to music. The movement between two people, moving body parts when it called for it, subtle touches, brushes of close calls. The tempo of interlocking bodies. It was something Rellik had more than enough practice in.

There was no need to lead her in the dance. Instead, he adjusted to her rhythm, precise and fluid, letting the momentum between them build on its own terms. A brush of the hand. A pivot at just the right beat. A catch of her eye.

he murmured over the music, voice low and coaxing.

"Name?"

Aren D'Shade

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Placing her hands on his hips and allowing him to touch her as well, they moved together as if they were puzzle pieces that fit exactly as they're supposed to. They rubbed elbows with others on the floor, but she only had eyes for him. When they had gotten as close as they were, Aren knew precisely who she was dancing with.

He might be thinking of this as another facet of battle, while she considered it to be another way to gather information. She did not give him any tells that she recognized him. He was most likely here to be treated as a person, not a leader. That would be how she treated him.

Smiling as they danced as one, his low voice reached her ear with the question of her name.

"Aren D'Shade."

I know who you are, Diarch. No need to announce that out loud.

Gazing into his golden-hued eyes, she hoped that message was clear.

Diarch Rellik