Get me a wodka! [Regret-edition]

[Arage Bao]

Sometimes Jared asked himself how he got into these kind of situations. He was a good lad, wasn't he? Well sure, occasionally he tortured people. Maybe shoved a lightning bolt up their bottom, or rape their minds. But they had that coming, right? I mean, if a man can't go russian once in a while.. well then the world was pretty messed up. A man gotta do what a man gotta do, is all I am saying.

So here he stood.

Being questioned by the karking cops.

Because seemingly he was hitting it on with a minor.

Jared was not sure if that was true, she had seemed pretty mature from where he had been standing. Then again. Wodka had been pretty flowing, so might be his judgment was not the best there was. As he tried to explain the officers that he in fact was not a raging pedophile running loose, he looked back at that faithful evening. It had all started so damn well..

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As the Lord stepped out of his limo, it was clear the man was ready to shine. Jeans, white blouse; nothing to fancy. But that ain't the way he rolled, business casual that was what he liked to call it. Hair done right, shades hidings his eyes at night, he was ready to rumble. Get some drinks in, and maybe meet a women or two. What could go wrong?

Oh.. if Jared only knew what he was going to get himself into.. he probably would have thought twice of going into the club. The Prancing Russian, it was called. Not really a fancy name, but sometimes you couldn't be picky about the joint you were visiting. Sometimes you just had to suck it up, and pretend.

So that was what he did, pretend the name was totally cool and totally hip. Though he was not really sure what a Russian once, probably some kind of cool new hype. That he was not into. God, sometimes he felt so old.

Jared looked around, and saw a -long- line in front of the club. He only smirked though, and walked straight up to the bouncer. A big burly, wookie. Dem arms, dat head. Perfect bouncer, who did not take poodoo from anyone. So when Jared just walked past him, people started to get agitated.

Some of them had been waiting for hours now. Why was this guy allowed to go in immediately?

@[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]​

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Distractions. Distractions. Katrine was on the dance floor, moving to the music, randomly joining for short dances with random people before she broke free and continued on her own. She shouldn't have been here. She wasn't here to have fun, she wasn't here to dance. Kat was on an important mission to find her sister and yet considering her disorders, she couldn't keep to a single task for long. The breaks in between helped to later return to the reason for her being here. Which coincidently didn't excuse her but it hardly matter.

The lively music switched often, surpising a lot. One moment she was swaying her hips, the next moment her hands went above her head which bobbed to the bas demanding it. Katrine didn't look at other people nor did she care to, the music was all that really mattered at that point. Then out of blue, she just stopped and moved through the crowds, heading to the bar.

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

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With a face that showed that no karks were given, Jared Ovmar strode along the line and entered the fine establishment. The sounds of defeat and disappoint were muffled as the doors closed itself behind him. For a second he could still hear the Wookie roar, as one of the other lads tried to follow the Ovmar. Seeing as the doors stayed closed though.. probably did not have a lot of success with that. ​

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The club was buzzing, a beat was drumming and Jared could feel the Force vibrating to the rhythm. Made him almost want to dance again, maybe later. First a couple of drinks, because a man can never have enough to drink. That was something he had learned a long time ago. As he walked through the bustling dancing and drinking crowd, he acknowledged a couple of noteworthy people. It seemed the Lord of the Fringe had frequented this place more often, or maybe he was just known in the nightclub world.​

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At any rate, smoothly walking and walking and walking, and finally he arrived at the bar. The bartender was a cute little thing really, maybe later he would kindle the relationship, maybe. Probably. Depending on how much he had to drink. First though... what would he order. Act weak, when strong and strong when weak. Wise words, they were. Saved them a couple of times, and still.. they did not ring with him that much as they had used to. ​

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The taste of appletinies had lost their taste to him, or maybe he just stopped pretending. Either way, as he caught the attention of the keep, he smiled one of his smiles and could not help but note the feint blush appearing on her neck. Still got it, Jar. Still got it. ​

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“Wodka, keep it running, got a.. thirst today.”​

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As the girl handed him his drink, he turned around and leaned against the bar. Taking a sip, taping his foot against the vibration of the melody and enjoying the view of the dancing ladies. ​

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This was gonna be a good night.​

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Or so he thought.​

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@[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]​

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

When the crowds had dispersed, left behind her, Katrine felt herself quietly exhale. For someone who liked to dance in clubs, she wasn't a big fan of being surrounded by so many sweaty people that she didn't know. She wouldn't hyperventilate over it or anything but yeah. Blame it on her mother. Yeah, that worked.

Some more people avoided on the way, the redhead made it to the bar, her fingers holding to the edge of it, her left foot moving ever so slightly back without her noticing it while the sapphire blues looked at all the pretty options a person could drink. Colors. She liked the colors and based on colors. From what she had learned from her parents, Daddy liked the good strong stuff and Mommy picked solely on colors. She said it made it a surprise. Katrine liked that idea very much as soon as she heard it. And years ago, it had stuck with her.

But there was a tiny little problem... her gaze moved with the bartender for a while before she turned her head to the side, noticing @[member="Jared Ovmar"] there for the first time. The irises moved down and then up, taking in his whole apperance before she finally looked up at him again. Now, you could think she was checking this guy out 'cos he was a looker but you'd be wrong. So very wrong. Because the next moment the following words came out of her mouth: "Buy me a drink." Not a question or wonder, just a simple sentence. Katrine wanted a drink.

 

[Arage Bao]

As the lass addressed him, and tried to order him around, Jared wondered if he should ignore her. That would probably annoy the hell out of her, would probably be worth it. But then again, he was a gentleman and a gentleman never ignores a.. pretty pretty girl.

She did look a tad young though, though that never says a lot when it is him judging. Once he judged a twenty year old for a twelve year old, and a seventeen year old for a twenty-five year old. Moral of the story, never ask a girl after her age. She will probably go, “What do you think? * giggles *” but that giggle would soon turn into a slap and a drink in the face.

Jared preferred his alcohol to go into his mouth, at least if he could help it himself. As such, he just waved with his hand at the bartender.

“Lady wants something to drink, it's on me.”

Then he continued listening to the beat of the music, and ignoring the girl next to him.

@[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Lady wants something to drink... well, yes but she would have preferred if he actually ordered her something. Some men couldn't take a proper hint, could they? Katrine sighed and looked at the bartender, who had come all the way there and leaned forward to hear her to the music while her sapphire blues looked above at all the beverages. Colors! Her mind went again and then she remembered a specific thing. "Corellian rum." Yep, that was the one. Funny. The pirates in the holovideos like rum. And even Kat knew if you wanted something good, you went with the Corellian stuff.

Now she'd find out what that actually meant... The bartender looked at her for a second then gave a nod and put up an empty glass before her and got the bottle, pouring the small dose into it then went on his way. Lowering her upper body ever so slightly, she looked at the goldish color before straightening herself up and picking the glass up. This wasn't her alcohol shot, Mommy was under the belief that if you let children wander off on their own and discover alcohol out of the house, bad things could happen. So Katrine was given a unique privilege of trying some different kinds through out the last couple of years. Nothing enough to get her drunk, of course, especially since she was on heavy medication the entire time.

She inhaled a deep breath, paused and not let it out and then took in the entire thing into her mouth, keeping the liquid there for a while as he stung through her mouth and tongue. Then swallowed and opened her mouth abruptly as it burned all the way down her throat. It burned like mad. However, when that had finally began to cease, she could feel a bit sweetness which she never felt when she tried whisky.

"Kark...," she muttered and finally let her tongue run run over her lips, for the taste left behind there without even realizing. That was when she decided she liked it rum.

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Men were usually ignorant of the clear and transparent nature of the womanly psyche. They were ghastly creatures, blind and utterly devoid of any interest for anything else than their own pleasure and vice. At least, that is how most women viewed men who did not pick up on their very very very subtle signs and hints.

Jared did not really care either way, he was here to drink, get drunk and maybe make merry. One girl ain't another though, and as he turned his head to regard the lass who had ordered him around as if she owned him already.. he could not help but laugh.

It was clear that she had no clue how to drink, taking in rum in one gulp? That petite thing? Hilarious. She did seem to like the taste of it, so Jared just shrugged.

“Seems like the Lady likes the drink, get her another one and leave the bottle on the table.”

While the bartender went around doing his job, he gulped down his own drink and savored the burning sensation of the wodka. That is a drink for real men. Not some appletini.

“Do you do that more often? Walk up to strange men, and order them to get you a drink?”

@[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

The music made it impossible for Katrine to hear that there was laughter beside her and since she didn't really pay much attention to the man right now, she also didn't see it happen. She did however hear him talk again and when her sapphire eyes looked to him, she realized it wasn't her he was talking her but it was about her. She was going to get the bottle?

Her heal bounced a little in the air, the subtle little movement almost too easy to miss as it went away as quickly as it happened. A grin appeared on her face though, spreading all wide on her face as her pink turning cheeks outlined some more into a rounded shape. Katrine was most happy about this. It didn't take long for her glass to be filled again and the bottle to be put in front of it. Her smile faded then, her focusing turning back to the drink she had gotten.

She had already picked up her glass when @[member="Jared Ovmar"] spoke, with a question or a couple of them. This time they seemed to be directed at her. The redhead paused in her movement, her eyes moving to the side for a moment as she thought about it then smiled. "Not always to get a drink," she finally confessed. This was all so true. She got herself into plenty of troble 'cos she asked Sal a question. Almost got shot. But she got a ride out of it so it was hardly a problem.

Once she had answered the question, she took her shot again. It burned. Once she has swallowed it, she shook slightly and then giggled. She was really starting to like it. Two shots in, she felt her cheeks burning up some more. "How many of them can you do a night?" The redhead asked suddenly, curious. She'd never gone further up than three, she'd get cut off after that but only because Mommy knew she wasn't supposed to.

 

[Arage Bao]

Dumdumdum Duuuumdum. Dumdum. Duuuuuum. Dum. Good song. Excellent beat. With half an ear he listened to the girl's answers, seemed to be a little bit of a slur in there already. Strange, didn't seem to have a lot of resistance to drinks. Then again, Jared had a life time of experience with drinking so it was not really a fair competition to begin with.

“Reckon I could drink the whole night if I cared to. Think I usually stop at ten, might be twelve.”

Of course he did not mention the fact that he was a Force Master. Strengthen your body a little bit, and you can drink soooo much more than usually.

As to stipulate his words, he gulped down another and refilled himself. Dance floor seemed pretty full at the moment, might have to check out the action later on.

[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

He could drink all night? Usually stopped at then? Katrine looked up at him, blinking rapidly twice as her mind processed it. Then she looked back at the bottle and took it, pouring herself another one, aligning the dosage from her memory, stopping at the mark the bartender kept pouring it for her. She could feel the alcohol would soon actually start to effect her but the two were enough for her not to care.

Putting the bottle back behind her glass, her mind was still thinking about what she had learned. "I can't wait to get that good," she commented and giggled lightly at the thought. Katrine knew perfectly well she couldn't get that far while on the heavy drugs. She was lightweight as she was, mixing things she wasn't supposed to. But a challenge had presented itself and the redhead very much wanted to do it.

Kat took note of the beat then that she had ignored on her now and her hips started following the beat, swaying in accordancing left to right before she picked up the glass again, just enjoying the music for a bit. "Definitely can't wait," she just said quietly.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared drank down another glass, and then looked at the girl again. Nah. She was definitely older than eighteen, strange that he did not see it first. But the drinks had made it all clear to him, that much was for sure. Usually he would try and seduce the girl, play the game and participate in the hunt. But today was not that kind of day, so instead he just looked bored at her.​

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“Alright, finish your drink. We will dance, make out and then we can head back to my place for some.. R&R.”​

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He was not actually expecting success, but this ain't the day for a lot of effort.​

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[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]​

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

The alcohol was already in her mouth, Katrine allowed herself to enjoy the burning before she swallowed. The liquid ran down her throat when [member="Jared Ovmar"] started speaking again. They would dance once she finished her drink and then... make out? Eyes went wide when he said that. The teenager knew exactly what he had just said, however she knew it in name. She had seen kissing happened. On Dathomir it didn't matter if one was a male or female, they could kiss.

But her? She had never done that.

It wasn't all he said though. Later they'd head to his place for some... R&R? What? Her eyes narrowed in curiosity at the unfamiliar term. She thought about it for a bit, her eyes darting to the side. She could suddenly zone out the music further away from her as her heard turned completely seriously, processing it. Dancing, that was fine. Making out, that was new... but that last bit, she was just very curious. "What's R&R?" She finally said and looked back at the man. "Why do you assume we're going to make out? I may let you kiss me. But then...," she left it unfinished, unsure how to finish it. Maybe she wouldn't like it. Maybe she would. Maybe she would just be usual self, wanting to actually keep kissing him... So many maybes in that thought. For now though, Katrine just wanted to know about that last thing. Getting an answer was a priority.

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared drank down another drink, and could not help but smile. The girl was really trying hard to play hard to get, it was obvious she was just playing around. Asking him what R&R is... she knew what it was. At least that was what Jared's tipsy mind thought, he sighed softly when she asked him why he was assuming that she would let him kiss her.

As he put down his glass on the table, he began to speak.

“My dear, we both know why.”

Not that he finished that line of thought, instead he took her in his arms and kissed her.

Oh Jared.

If only he knew.

If only he was not a bit drunk.

[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] didn't speak, he just smiled. Katrine would have preferred an answer to her question. She really really would have preferred for this man to answer her question and this man had no idea how adamant she could be. That wasn't a personal choice, she didn't just what an answer, her mind needed an answer.

Sapphire eyes watched closely, as he put his glass on the bar. She was still waiting for a response to her question, holding her own empty glass still. When he spoke, it wasn't a answer. It was they both knew why... no. That wasn't an answer.

Then suddenly, she was in his arms and being kissed. Her eyes went odd from the shock. She was being kissed. This guy was kissing her. She was being kissed. Katrine's entire mind was screaming, repeating itself over and over again. The hands remained to the side, one hand holding the glass, the other one just empty as her entire mind continued screaming. Then in the biggest spur moment of her entire life, Katrine dropped the glass from and let her hands wander around his neck. Katrine Van Derveld just got her first kiss. And despite her shock actually liked it.

But of course, there was also one little small problem to this and he'd hear about it soon. Her question hadn't been answered yet.

 

[Arage Bao]

After what would seem like ages, Jared finally disentangled himself from the girl. His eyes met her briefly, and he could not help but smile. First kiss it seemed, but the girl was a natural he could give her that at least. As he took a step back, he reclaimed his drink and drank again. Truth to be told he had already forgotten the question she had asked him, to be even more honest… he had already forgotten what he had suggested her.

At least the part of the R&R, though he would remind himself after a couple of dances… or maybe she would bring it up again. Seeing as Jared did not know her compulsive behavior… well.. he was in for a fething surprise.

“Alright, what about that dance?”

Classic Jared. Pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened, for example that kiss two seconds ago. Love him or hate him, he is… something.


[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

When [member="Jared Ovmar"] finally let her go, Katrine pressed her lips together, slowly moving the upper and lower against each while her mind reminisced over what had just happened. "That explains a lot," the redhead told herself, thinking about what she had seen on Dathomir. It really did explain a lot.

Her eyes opened slowly, noticing him pick up his glass and drank again. The wheels in her mind started speeding up again rapidly, reminding her... rather loudly... that he still hadn't answered her question. "What's R&R?" Katrine asked the question again. The man really had no idea with whom he was dealing with here.

Dance was brought up again. Did she want to dance again? "As soon as you answer my question," she answered without hesitation. Answer first, dancing second. Those were rules, she set them. And Katrine never really set rules. There were rules that were set on her... and she'd broken most of them already tonight. So it seemed like a good time as any to make her own.

 

[Arage Bao]

The playing dumb-routine was starting to bore a tad, but then again Jared had to admire the persistence she was putting into her charade. For a moment he considered just ignoring her question, and pulling her onto the dance floor. His eyebrow arched slightly as he thought about that possibility, in the end he went against it.

Jared had been cruel enough to the girl, might be it was time to switch up his game now anyway. Besides, some part of him relished it when a girl was trying to take control. Answer now, and dance later? He could play with that, at least for now.

“What I meant with R&R is pretty simple, love. You and me, in bed. Maybe with some chocolate... or maybe the wodka again. But we will answer that question, when it's raised.”

Slamming down the next round, Jared smiled again at her.

“Now, if your inquiry has been answered to your satisfaction, let's dance. I can feel it flow.”

With that he approached her again, and extended his arm palm upward.

[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

For a moment, Katrine considered asked again when [member="Jared Ovmar"] didn't answer right away. But then he did. Apparently, it was simple. Him and her in bed? The teenager blinked rapidly when she realized what he was talking about. She had gotten the talk from Mommy but she only heard half of it since she kept covering her ears and going 'la,la,la,la' the entire time. She'd still heard most of it, Mommy was equally stubborn as she was. To be fair though, she was twelve. Boys and girls were equally eww at the time.

All that didn't change the fact that she was blinking rapidly, probably blushing, and her mind going over all the possible scenarios. Most of those included Ket Van Derveld and ended badly for this man. And he had no clue. Then again, Daddy didn't either but Mommy always said the Force had his ways and Katrine knew that to be true. "Don't test your fate," the redhead said quietly and smirked half way. Just because Daddy didn't know she existed, didn't mean Katrine would forget all about him or the way things were supposed to be.

She still placed her hand into his when he offered it, adding: "Sure, lets dance!" Her spirits raised at the change of subject and the prospect of more dancing.

 

[Arage Bao]

Well to my defense, if I had known she wasn’t even legal.. I probably wouldn’t have offered what I did. Then again, might be I would have taken her to Tatooine or something, I hear they have really loose rules concerning stuff like that. Not that surprising really.

But back then I didn’t know, so I just went with one of my lazy grins and a wink. Hey, I thought she was trying to play hard to get, can’t blame a guy for reading into some stuff. Especially when you are a bit tipsy. Stuff happens, I like to say.

As she placed her hand in mine, I couldn’t help but flash another smile at her. Dancing was good. I led her to the dancing floor, and closed my eyes. There were a few things the Force was good for, besides making people go crazy with it.

For one.. you could listen and hear it sing, in tune with the song of the room. From there it was easy to move in accordance to the rhythm.. result? Dancing with sheer grace, and an aptitude that would make a professional dancer blush.

[member="Katrine Van Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

A wink. Fine, Katrine took that and grinned. It was like a dare to her and she didn't back down to it. Oh no. She might have been a tad bit shy about the things she wasn't familiar with, like with the things he had offered but not so much to close to herself. More like she knew herself enough to handle it in a certain way. She was curious, sure. Perhaps curiosity was exactly what kept her going. Katrine wanted to be around this guy even if he was full of assumptions on how things would be and was extremely forward. But extremely forward was the mother tongue of Katrine Van Derveld. She could handle forward.

A smile. The redhead kept her grin and followed his lead without letting go of his hand. He closed his eyes. Katrine let her hand slip away from him, understanding what he was doing and wanted to do the same. But when she closed her eyes, she listened and ignored everything else. She embraced the music, the beat, the bit words that slipped in and out. Such a loud sound, she could practically feel it vibrating on her skin, demanding her to move. And she did. Her hips began to sway first, her right palm lightly hitting and her leg as she traced the beat. She loved music just as much as her parents did. And thanks to them, she understood how words were important. But more than that, on her own she understood the power it could hold over the mind and the soul. And right now, it wanted her to keep moving.

It was also in the blood though. The Hawk-Van Dervelds were like ballerinas. They were practically raised with music and dancing. They loved both things and entered each style with the grace of a swan. Her hands against her for a half of a minute and then slowly, made her way to [member="Jared Ovmar"] as she stepped closer. She could shut the entire club out right now but still not forget she was dancing with a partner.