Just two normal girls hanging out having fun

[Lassiter]

Solitude had a way with people. It made them crave anything but and Sena couldn’t think of a better way to settle her sudden craving for attention other than to seek out the most populated club she could find in her area and start from there. All that remained to be seen was what kind of attention it was. After all, the toughest decision was what to wear, wasn’t it? Provocative or just slightly-more-conservative. Skirts and dresses versus pants and shirts.

Shirt and pants was considerably more comfortable though. The choice made itself and the girl went with the style that simply wouldn’t remind her as much about last week. Going a whole weekend without being dragged off to Csilla was a good weekend. A whole weekend without a random act of murder was a miracle. The urge was practically bursting but Sena kept it in for her master’s sake. Apparently it wasn’t the best of practice to sacrifice just about everyone you came across in dark alleys to the goddess. A lesson that had left its marks on Sena’s lower back.

Perhaps just the scars themselves were proof enough of the amount of punishment the acolyte had to endure. It wasn’t just the one time that she had to endure elecricity running rampant through her entire body.

At least she didn’t lose her conscience anymore.

The scene today was the ‘X-25’ club. The dark beats and synths could be heard all the way from the outside as Sena approached the bouncer who gave her an up and down look before trying to turn her away, but denial was not on the table. She didn’t utter a word but the man still crumbled down in pain and she walked on through.

It would seem he couldn’t handle an excess of bloody crime scene imagery all that well. Oh well.

Shrugging she stepped over the cowering man’s form. The fear would subside in a few minutes, but until then the club would have to send in the replacement. Not that it was her problem, for all she cared the man could have died. It only would have added to the lesson that one does not deny Sena entry. She looked good, damn good, and there would never be anyone alive who could object to that.

The fun part about clubs was that even when you looked your worst the others still looked just like you. The blondes at the bar was just about as good-looking as Sena, the redhead by the booths was only ever so close to being added to the ‘bucket list’ and the brunettes in the corner served as confidence boosters.

No matter how you spinned the story Sena would find a way to be number one, and if she didn’t? Well, we all have our delusions.

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Ameli was quickly adapting to life on Coruscant. Perhaps too quick. The transition from her quiet isolation to the planet that never sleeps, constantly buzzing with life, had been a massive change in her life. It opened doors to a completely new world, and Ameli was diving in, head first. This was the life she was meant for, not being locked up in some Sith battleship. Forget the brooding Sith and their never ending thirst for new conquests. She felt a different craving entirely.

She had heard of 'X-25', but she had never been. Tonight was a night of firsts. It was one of the many hot spots, and she dying to check it out. Would it become her favourite? Or would she continue to drift, place to place, every weekend and even most nights? Of course, she had to look good, and dress appropriately for the place. What was she going to wear? She'd probably spent hours trying different combinations on, tweaking her hair and make-up to become exactly what she wanted.

In the end, she had landed on a black dress with a thin golden belt around her slim waist. She normally avoided black, as if in a silent protest against the dull Sith garbs, but she made an exception tonight. With a dress that clung tightly to her body, displaying a short skirt, Ameli had taken a different approach than Sena. This was all new to her, and bad experiences had not yet tempered her high. On top of the dress she wore a black leather jacket, and of course, she wore high heels. The heels may or may not have been brought with her when she first arrived on Coruscant. She may or may not have stolen them. Ok, she totally stole them.

The club's reputation preceding it, Ameli had expected to stand hours in line, but she did not have to wait long at all. There seemed to be a bouncer absent. How very unprofessional! Now all sorts of people could enter, people without her class, people not as suited as her to mingle in such a club. It may have only been a month since she first got here, but the lifestyle was already getting to her head.

Ameli stepped into the den, drawn in by flashing lights and booming beats. No inhibitions. She'd give herself to the night and the music, and own the dance floor like it was nobody's business. Ameli was quickly adapting to the life on Coruscant. Perhaps too quick.

[member=Sena Lassiter]

 

[Lassiter]

Sena on the other hand had already gotten used to life on Coruscant long ago after escaping a life of petty theft and running errands for the Exchange. That was a lie, of course. Sena still kept tabs on the small-time Coruscant underworld for her old boss and it still afforded her enough money to make ends meet at the end of the month with more than enough money leftover to not really have to worry about such things. It was a convenient lifestyle.

A second look around the club caused a sudden realisation to dawn on her. She was the only one not in anything that was black. She was in a tan leather jacket, wearing a white tee and matching pants. She stood out from the others like a sore thumb. Perhaps color was banned around here. Then again, the dark synths, the beats, the everything about this place felt a bit dark.

At least she could thrive off of the attention. The looks of the others were set upon her and she approached the bar with pride. It would seem she got just about as much of an acceptable sort of attention. Not quite the same as if she had outstaged the others with her own black outfits but you win-some-lose-some.

This was, of course, a tie.

The booming rhythms, the drink offers, the inebriated couple in the corner. Sena’s stomach was nearly turning itself inside out. She wanted to do it. It’d be a small cut, a merciful end but in the end her master would find out. She always did and it always came back to the point where she wished she was dead. Fear for the repercussions was outweighing the need to do it and she let the idea bottle up into the already frail container of oh-so-many bottles.

It felt like torture almost. She wanted to do it, but she had to stay the course and not do it. Last thing she needed was to give into that addiction again. At this point the voice in her head was practically shouting but she still did not let it get to her.

“Corellian. Whatever you have.” She ordered her drink. “Anything to still the voices.”

The bartender perked his brow but followed through nonetheless. The man next to her paid for it as if it was something he had died to do since he had entered. Obviously it wasn’t, but nobody could ever bring proof that the girl had done something to ensure he did, could they?

No they couldn’t. In any case it was time to find a crowd to crash and Sena wasn’t about to keep them waiting.

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

It felt easy to lose herself to the drowning beat. Despite a lonely upbringing, Ameli had a great sense of rhythm. A lot of her time alone had been spent dancing, with herself, for herself. Too see other actual people, in the same room, actually dancing, and being able to actually dance with them... It was mindblowingly awesome to her. Her energy level was running high, and the young Sith Acolyte was feeling great. Right now, who she was didn't matter. Rank, titles, responsibilities; all were swept aside until all that was left was a young girl, who just wanted to dance.

Ameli danced her way through the crowd. She met a few eyes that landed on her, though even more seemed to seek her out when she wasn't looking. The attractive blonde was radiating fun and positive energy - not the usual trademark of a Sith. She didn't mind the attention, if anything, she welcomed it. It was fun, entertaining, but more importantly, she felt powerful. Like she could twist and bend the will of others, if she only pushed them in the right way.

A guy had made his way to her, seemingly wanting to talk, though she didn't understand why, as she couldn't hear a thing he said. He looked well enough. He wasn't shaved, but he pulled that 5'o clock shadow off nicely. He was a good dresser as well, probably coming from a rich background. It was a hopeless attempt regardless, as she had just remembered something. Ameli had almost forgotten her second favourite thing about a place like this. Alcohol. Her hand was sorely missing a drink, and so she made her way towards the bar counter. What better way to start off the night?

Ameli's light frame would almost crash into the bar counter, as she found an opening between Sena and a man to the side, the very same that had just ordered her a drink. Ameli looked to both sides, glancing quickly over the guy, but stopping as they met Sena. She was checking her out, but she didn't give too much away before her focus shifted towards the bartender. Ameli was leaning against the counter, and finally she got his attention. "Uhhmm... I'll have a~" she needed a moment to think. There were so many names she had never seen or heard before, up on the menu above all the bottles. There were so many flavours yet to try out. "That! Sonic Servodriver" it sounded fun enough.

Ameli turned around, leaning her back against the counter now, so she could freely observe the rest of the club. Her head shifted towards Sena, shooting her a smirk. "I love your outfit." casually and without permission, a hand touched against her jacket, feelings its fabric. It was a nice jacket. It looked expensive too. The girl in white stood out from the rest of the crowd, but in a good way. She looked fun.

Ameli's drink arrived. As the bartender started mentioning payment, Ameli suddenly added, facial expression as if she'd just forgotten something. "Oh! That's right. I was supposed to get two. Can I have another?" she gave him her finest smile, and the bartender obliged, turning to pour her another drink. Ameli flashed Sena a smirk, raising her glass in a toast. "You should come dance with me" then she walked off. Her methods were much less elegant than Sena's. She was still a rookie, but she'd be damned if she was paying for that drink.

 

[Lassiter]

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Sena blinked as she was suddenly approached by a rather excited girl standing right next to her. There were intrusions of personal space and while this was usually the part where the next mark had been acquired something about this girl felt different. The subtle touch of something looming behind the ditsy act. The force, the dark side, a fellow Acolyte perhaps. She could sense it there like a small seedling that just needed to burst out of its shell.

The Vahla mutt had hoped for a night out and before she had known any better it had come to find her. She downed most of what remained of her drink and left it at the bar. The rush of the whiskey running through her body served to increase the effects of the beat and shorten the amount of time she had or needed to think.

Dancing felt like a good start to the night. Besides, how many other acolytes did she actually know? At this point she could count them all on a single hand, or rather she didn’t have to count them at all. The only person she had as a steadfast emotional friend was her master. Sena’s sister had popped into her life months ago but disappeared not long after. Isolation and dedication to the Ember of Vahl prevented her from feeling the same burn of betrayal and just that alone was good enough of a reason to keep to herself.

Except not today. With inhibitions being clawed at from inside and with the walls being torn by external means she promptly followed close by the blonde. The bartender forgot all about payment at the wave of a hand and the girls were free to enjoy the rest of their night without trouble.

“Right, dancing.” She knew how to dance. “I’m Sena.”

Weird, that wasn’t a fake name. She always handed out a fake name.

“Are you always this forward or did you overdo it at the preparty?”

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Ameli was not yet so well-attuned with the Force that she became aware of Sena's own affinity. While she had potential and a vast reserve, she was uninitiated. All she knew was that something about the girl, other than her outfit, stood out. It was this subconscious awareness that had drawn her to her.

"I'm Ameli" by the time Sena had reached her and introduced herself, the blonde had already downed half her drink. She turned to look at her, smirking, clearly amused that the other girl had indeed followed her. A partner in crime? A wing woman? She'd settle for a dancing partner, someone to share and amplify her fun with. There was a calm, cold sinisterness about the other girl that felt strangely appealing. She carried herself as someone of more experience, more calm. The things that still amazed Ameli was commonplace to her. She was cool.

Ameli promptly emptied the rest of the drink. If dancing was on the agenda, she didn't want to worry about carrying it. She'd leave it on some random table as they passed. Her eyes widened, the girl gasped. Sena just blew her mind. "There are preparties?" it truly had surprised her. Were you supposed to do those? Many of the things commonplace to boys and girls her age had never before been experienced by Ameli. She had yet to be invited to her first preparty. "I'm new here" Ameli added, as if it wasn't starting to become obvious that there was something strange about her. She was like an infant, only now becoming aware of how the world around her worked. The girl hadn't exactly formed a large group of friends since she got her. At the Coruscant Academy she'd only made enemies. She knew some in the Sisterhood by name, and they seemed nice enough, though no one felt close enough to the point it felt right to ask them join her out. She was flying solo.

Hand free of a drink, it'd reach out to take Sena's, and pull her towards the dance floor. While much of this was new to her, she was confident, and seemed eager to explore. Ameli's head was already swaying with the beat, her long hair following like almost hypnotic after-shocks. Time to show off some moves. Much like the Sith warriors, who moved across the field of battle with confidence and precision, so did Ameli once they entered the dance floor. This was her battlefield, and every move was executed with a lethal efficiency. Whether the subtle gestures of her arms, the many twists and turns of her hips, were seen as an invitation or a challenge was entirely up to the watcher's eye.

 

[Lassiter]

Sena couldn’t deny that the girl was new. preparties were pretty much the bread and butter of the experienced party-goer. Not that Sena ever participated in it, being sober was her thing even when it was not. She got wasted every now and then but it rarely brought with it any form of entertainment that would prove amusing in the long run. By which she meant electrical discharges from the tips of her master’s fingertips.

But tonight was not about what had happened before, tonight was all about having fun. A new kind of fun. The thought to actually try a hand at enjoying hadn’t really crossed Sena’s mind before. Always too busy with the excitement of the hunt and not nearly enough with the personal aspect of ‘clubbing’ so to speak. Unless clubbing meant lead pipes and their direct connections to the back of a man’s head. It was the same differences if you looked at how Sena went about her business.

“Usually, yeah.” Sena perked her brow. “Though you don’t really seem like you need one.”

She followed through with the dragging away towards the dancefloor. This was the part where the lightweight tap of a foot, the swaying of hips and the vigilant stare around the room. Ameli was having fun. Sena was too, just not as much fun as she knew that she could be having.

The barriers were all crumbling, breaking down in disrepair. She felt the old familiar feeling return, the cryout for blood but she withstood it. In a desperate move to ignore it she followed along with her newfound acquaintance’ moves. A forced dynamic duo, a pairing to be reckoned with. The two of them would draw the attention of others, it was glorious. Two good-looking women having fun that stood out from the others.

People seemed to approach them, the temptations grew stronger but she still resisted it until her moving came to a halt.

“Drinks.” Sena said and nodded away at the man in the corner. “Hey you, get us drinks”

The man duly obeyed command and disappeared into a crowd. Intoxication was debilitating and she knew that. A kill was only worth it if the chance of getting away scot-free was a certainty. To be inebriated was not in any way a method of getting away with anything. It made you sloppy and stupid.

The man returned. As much as Sena wanted to continue the whole sober act she much more so did not want to live with the consequences if she did. One problem and one solution. Decisions made themselves and she lead the blonde away from the floor with Drinks-Guy in tow. Once more there were no booths available, but just like with drinks that one was fixable. A party of four took their drinks left their booth for Sena and Ameli to claim.

She played along as if it was out of free will, but it truly wasn’t. The girl had once more played with their minds. The guy tried to take a seat with them but the cold look and a shake of Sena’s head was more than enough for him to get the idea. Once the two were left alone Sena leaned in over the table.

“Look, I am going to level with you here, Ameli. I don’t usually do this.” Sena drew a circle around the room. “There is a lot more to the night than fun and... I don’t know, I want you to know this for some reason.” Sena took a big chug out of her drink. Bitter burning and dizziness ensued. “See that man over there as an example. Hair slicked back, fancy suit and practically flashing his wallet around. An easy mark for someone looking to make a few quick credits and don't mind getting their hands all sticky and dirty.” Then she pointed over at a lonely guy in the back. “Nobody will notice it if that guy disappears, ever.”

“Just, don’t trust anyone unless you know them. That is my point.” Sena chuckled. “I like you. I know that sounds really weird, but you’re quite clearly a newcomer and I don’t want something unjust to fall upon you.”

The acolyte was already slapping herself mentally. That sounded wrong, weird even. Her hand reached up and scratched the side of her head as she looked for a good excuse to make that sound less wrong but no matter what she’d say it had already been said and excuses had a tendency to make things worse.

Damn it.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Ameli grinned. Sena was completely right, she did not seem to require a preparty to get in a party mood. Sena pointing it out seemed to amuse her. The girls seemed to contrast each other in many ways, and perhaps that was what had pulled them together. The girl in white, the girl in black, and the laid-back one, the excited one.

The pair stood out, that was to be sure. They were easily those who received most attention on the dance floor, whether seen or hidden. They were putting the other girls to shame. Finally, Ameli had found a dancing partner. She didn't outglow her, prompting bitterness and jealousy. The two stars seemed to shine equally bright. However, Ameli saw qualities in her that she herself didn't possess, but she admired the other girl for it.

Ameli loved the attention. All eyes on her, and her friend, it was like they owned the place. The way Sena decided she wanted a drink, and sent off some random guy to fetch impressed her. "You're awesome" she grinned. She wasn't really aware that the Force was at play.

This time it was Sena showing the way. Ameli was easy to lead. When a party of four left, leaving room for them, it really did feel like Sena owned the place. "Are you famous or something?" she asked in a joking tone, though there was some seriousness to it. There was something deeply unique about her.

The guy left, but Ameli didn't really seem to notice. He had a certain look of danger to him, which for whatever reason appealed to her. She liked playing with fire, on the edge of danger. It was exciting, especially since she never truly felt in danger herself. Why should she? She was young, pretty and invincible. He was not bad to look at, but she had no interest in him now.

Ameli took a sip from her drink, then another, and another, as she listened to what Sena had to say. Sena was making her start to realize how self-centred Ameli was at things like this. All that was in her mind was herself, and her own enjoyment. Others did not factor in, unless they had something to add to her own amusement. That meant she didn't always see what was going on around her. She had not even considered the man in the fancy suit as an easy target for some quick credits. Every individual had a story, an agenda. Sometimes it could be exploited, sometimes it would seek to exploit you. It was a different way to look at things.

She stopped gazing around the room, looking at the different kind of people inside the club. She locked eyes with Sena, giving her a playful, almost challenging look. "Should I trust you?" she didn't know her, not yet. According to Sena's own advice, she shouldn't. She smiled. She liked Sena too. If she asked, maybe she would join her out on another night? Maybe she would even be down to try one of those preparties she'd been hearing about. "That's sweet of you. Thanks! I'm realizing I kind of need a guide" she laughed, admitting her own flaws, to a degree. "Cheers" Ameli lifted her glass, raising it to clink with Sena's, regardless of whether she raised it or not. There wasn't much left, this would her last sip. "I like you too, Sena." she smirked, before downing the last bit of alcohol.

It tasted weird. In fact, it didn't taste at all. Was she really that drunk already? When she looked at her hand, she realized the glass was no longer there. It had never made it to her lips. Instead it had fallen down on the table, spilling its content outwards. How had that happened? She looked at Sena, confused. The other girl seemed so far away now, becoming but a blur, out of her range. "Sena?" Ameli said, confusion filling her voice as she tried to touch her face. Now there were three Senas. "I'm... I'm not feeling so good. I'm... Kind of dizzy" the world was spinning, her head was spinning. Drinks-Guy must've put a little something in her drink. Was Sena feeling it too?

[member=Sena Lassiter]

 

[Lassiter]

The truth in her compliment warmed her heart and the question if Sena wasn famous brought a crooked smile to her lips. Her voice cracked up in a chuckle as she slowly shook her head.

‘No.’ She stated plainly. ‘I am not famous, people just do what I want.’

Sena hadn’t really thought on the matter. Her drink certainly hadn’t tasted anything either, but the burning sensation as it ran down her throat was all the same. A few raspy coughs forced themselves out of the acolyte’s body and she covered her mouth to show some dignity.

She looked to Ameli. There were already two of her, which was good, that meant her plan was working. Sena’s fellow acolyte needed a guide, that much was certain. She nodded along as the weakest of smiles crept up on her. Her lips twitched as if the mere idea had gone untested for years up until today. With the way she lived the it almost wasn’t out of the question that such was the case either.

Together they toasted. The clink of glass as they collided mid-air was followed by another proclamation that both girls actually seemed to like each other. Sena lowered her glass in a tiny ‘Awww.’ as the smile on her face grew into a grin.

At least until the other girl got confused, stumbling even.

‘What?’ Her voice turned dark, serious and concerned. ‘That piece of sh- woah.’

Sena found her attempt at getting up from the table to be fruitless. There was no sense of balance to be had. Their drinks had without doubt been spiked and what little remained of her mental barriers had finally reached the dust-ridden ground in a collapse. With little grace she dug her nails into the shins of a nearby party-goer. The woman knelt down to the ground and Sena pushed herself back into her seat.

‘You have been drugged, Ameli.’ Sena hissed as she turned her attention back to the brunette who had helped her back into her seat. ‘You there.’

The woman turned around, her head at chest height Sena thrust her nails into her neck as the acolyte’s entire being shivered. She was mad, angry and out of her mind. With her teeth gritted she stared into the eyes of the woman as if she tried to destroy her very soul. The emerald hues of her eyes quickly faded into a brightly shining hue of red and it would be evident to anyone experienced just exactly what this meant.

A single message was relayed onto the mind of her new messenger as image after image of Drinks-Guy flashed in front of the unknown woman’s eyes. ‘Bring this man to me.’

Sena panted as each deep breath was quickly followed by another. Here it was, the part of her that she loved to hate and hated that she loved. Ameli was sitting barely a meter away from a freak.

The woman scuttled away towards the bar to chat the guy up. Without doubt she would return soon enough.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

People just do what I want. Ameli could appreciate that. They usually did what she wanted too, only Sena pulled it off with much less effort. Where Ameli used words, elaborate mind games, Sena gave them a look and a wave with her hand. Was that a skill Ameli would've picked up too, if she'd arrived to Coruscant's fast-paced world a few years earlier? All she knew was that she was here now, and eager to catch up on lost experiences, bad and good.

Ameli's mind was struggling to keep up, to remain grounded in the realm of reality, and not vanish into the ever changing lights. She was so confused. It looked like it had affected Sena as well, the other girl falling back into her seat after an attempt to rise.

You have been drugged, Ameli. Drugged? Her? "But... Why?" she didn't understand. Was someone trying to kill her? Immediately her mind flashed back to her last days on her father's ship, the Vindicatif. Assassins had come to kill her then. Were they after her still? They couldn't be! She had murdered them... "I... I won't let them . I'll kill them again. I'll kill them all" the groggy Acolyte mumbled, wanting to slam a hard fist down into the table, but she only managed to scratch at its surface. She didn't seem quite able to hold her head still, it was swaying like a leaf of grass in the wind.

She could barely make out what was going on in front of her. Sena had gripped someone, someone kneeling by her. Had she caught the assassin? Ameli would finish her off. She got up from her seat, only to stumble forwards. She attempted to support her weight on the table, but the blonde went crashing down into the floor. Anyone watching would likely only laugh, and go back to their own business, thinking she clearly was drunk.

How she would've reacted to Sena's display had she been sober and not on drugs was uncertain. Now, the girl believed the pair to be under attack. Ameli may have looked like a kitten, but she became a tiger when cornered. Except, of course, now the tiger was laying flat on the ground.

The woman returned, Drinks-Guy in tow. He likely hadn't been difficult to ask. After all, they were his victims, and he was returning. If anything, he was feeling pretty good about himself right now. And he couldn't believe his luck. He had gotten that one queen and her friend a drink, and a little more. She should never have turned him down like that. Now, someone else was asking him to come for them, allowing him to play the part of responsible friend. "Don't you worry. I'll get these girls home. Thank you for getting me" he'd give her a wink, and release her. Oh I'll take them home, alright...

Ameli felt a pair of strong arms grab her and lift her up from the ground. "Well well, looks like someone's been drinking too much" he pushed her back into the booth, back in her seat, but not without stealing unwanted touches as he guided her down. Drinks-Guy sat next to Ameli, holding an arm around her shoulder, keeping the girl close. "Letgo" Ameli protested, barely audible at this point. "What was that? Let's go? Oh yes, indeed, let's" he was grinning from ear to ear. "See, I thought I misunderstood when you sent me away earlier. I knew two pretty girls like yourself couldn't stand long without any attention. And it's not like you've got much else going on for you, am I right?"

"Now let's get you girls home" Drinks-Guy rose from his seat, a firm hand around Ameli's waist, pulling her along. He'd tower over Sena, confident grin on his lips as his hand reached out for her. He would try to grip her by the hair, and pull her to her feet. If successful, he'd try to drag them both out of there, playing the part of sober friend, helping his drunk friends, while thinking he just scored with the hottest chicks in the club. Where would he take them? His place? A hotel? Or would an alley do? His thoughts were getting ahead of him. He still had yet to pull Sena out of the booth before he could execute his plan.

 

[Lassiter]

Then Drinks-Guy approached them once more and the messenger cowered away into the crowd forgetting all about what she had just done. A smirk grew on Sena’s lips and she discarded whatever Ameli had to say, it didn’t matter what the girl said. Plans were being set in motion and the two acolytes were the lead acts. It wasn’t even the Drinks-Guy who was being in charge here. He thought he was, but for one special little drunk girl this was only the beginning of the part where she got to have fun.

The man tugged at her hair but the sound that called out around the club was not one of pain, it was a laughter. Sena got to her feet as the man pulled her up in close. She wrapped her arm around the man in order to throw him off-balance and for all she knew it seemed to have work.

The smile on her lips promptly faded, a look of dead seriousness set itself upon Ameli as a message was relayed. ‘Play along.’

As the man began to slowly lead them outside Sena went all in. Her head leaned itself upon his shoulder as her hand set by his side. The man twitched as a wicked grin set on his hands. For all he knew there was a dose of that good old Elixir of Infatuation as well, but there wasn’t. All there was were two beautiful women going outside with a man that was way out of their league, in a bad way. Sena’s fingers began tracing up and down along his doughed-up abdomen and across his chest.

'You know, you don’t have to be so rough.'

'Oh really?'

'Really, just show women like us some respect and you’ll find that everything works out just fine.'

The man snickered. 'Yeah, sure, whatever.'

Her head leaned back as her eyes peered behind his neck at Ameli with another serious look to indicate that they still very much had the upper hand here. The man was clearly an amateur or at the very least not an acolyte. Both girls were the latter and just that in itself was enough to give them a measure of the upper hand. That was not to say it had always been theirs from the start.

The fresh air whipped them in the face as the sweat and heat from the club quickly faded the closer they got to the exit. The man was practically celebrating his victory already as two women of considerable class. Rain had begun to fall as drop after drop crashed to the ground leaving the lights of the city all the more tantalizing.

'Where are we going?'

'To my room.'

Sena pointed to a nearby alley. 'Why? Why not there?'

'Wh-wha?'

'Why not there? I am sure me and my friend here can whip you up something you won’t live to forget.'

The man blinked. Was this girl really saying that? In an alley? In the rain? His brow perked a solemn look to the sky and then a shrug. 'Alright, whatever.'

Once more Sena looked to Ameli. There really was no way they were going to do it. This was the part that Sena had waited for, this was the moment her entire body had called out for. The part that she herself wanted to laugh maniacally and scream about. Not that she would, she still held some small trace of dignity and class to her. Or at the very least the class part.

‘There is a small knife by the strap on my boot if anything happens. No matter what goes down from here on out, one of us will have to use it.’

 

[Ameli Trahir]

With the alcohol coursing through her veins, as well as whatever had been put into her drink, it was all Ameli could do to keep standing. Drinks-Guy had an arm firmly wrapped around her slender waist, which kept her from falling, though this was hardly any comfort.

She had been surprised to hear laughter instead of pain, when Drinks-Guy had yanked at Sena's hair. Instead of resistance, she wrapped her arm around him. Confused eyes stared at Sena, at least one of the three Sena's she could see.

Play along. Ameli's mind needed longer time than usual to process things, but eventually her confusion turned into a smirk. Then, she couldn't restrain herself. The blonde burst out laughing. Sena had a plan. She must have right?

Again, the guy must've found it hard to believe his luck. He had been prompted to approach them sooner than he had planned. They weren't knocked out, still quite aware of their surroundings. Their senses were merely dulled. Despite all this, what he was taking with him were not two girls fighting against him, but two willing, laughing ones. They seemed all too eager to get out of the club.

It was dawning on her that he was not an assassin sent to kill her. That had been a conjuration of her drugged and drunk mind. It didn't add up, but then again, getting thoughts to add up was a challenge in her current state of mind. This was just another guy, another lowlife. He had no connections of note, no ulterior motive but his own desires. Any lingering fears or concerns had been abated by Sena, who gave her another serious look. Ameli nodded subtly, adding a little wink. Oh, she was in on it. She was playing along. In fact, this had turned from danger to fun. How excellent it would be, to witness his expression when he realized that his little plan had backfired on him.

Now Ameli too wrapped an arm around him. "Do you work out?" she asked, casually. Her hand slipped down to his rear, giving it a sharp pinch. "I don't think you work out" she laughed, making light mockery of him. Now that she felt sure they'd 'win', she allowed herself to toy with him. "Shut your mouth, or I'll-" Drinks-Guy clearly didn't have a sense of humour, so she interrupted him before he did something he'd regret. Well, he had already done that, actually. "Caaalm, calm. I'm going with you, aren't I?" Ameli laughed, even as the grip on her waist grew harder, the small girl being pulled tightly into him. He couldn't argue with that point though, and only replied with a grumble, his grip loosening up a little.

"Ohh, somebody's eager!" Ameli replied playfully, when Sena suggested they move the party to the alleyway. Her tone suggested that she was all for the idea, no hint of regret or objection. Oh they'd whip him up something good alright. Soon, she was sure Sena would reveal her plan.

The trio moved deep into the alley, the sounds coming from the club entrance faded with each step they took. "That's far enough. No one will interrupt us here" it was most likely true, although he really didn't care if people saw. Their dignity mattered little to him, his interest lay elsewhere. "So, ladies. Show me what you've got" his hands would arrogantly drop down to both of their rears, giving each of them a firm squeeze. For Sena, who he seemed quite into, he even added a sharp slap.

Ameli felt his hand reach for her hair, but before he could grab her, she pushed him up against the wall of the alley. Both hands seemed to be eagerly clawing at his chest. One traveled up to the back of his head, pulling him into a passionate kiss with the blonde Acolyte. Her other hand went behind her own back, gesturing for Sena to hand her the knife. Team work, right? Sena's message had been read loud and clear.

Assuming Sena handed her the knife, the rest of the night would go downhill and fast for Drinks-Guy. Her hand tightened its grip around the knife, then dug it deep into the man's side. Her precision wasn't exactly fantastic, but she stabbed him with no restraint. The man screamed, though his cry was muted by Ameli's lips.

She pulled away. "Oh baby, what's wrong?" she said, faking a pout and mock concern. The bloodied knife was pulled out, before she stabbed him again, inches away from the first wound. "Can't handle two girls at once? I thought you wanted this." she stirred the blade in him, provoking another agonized scream. His pain was delicious. It was mixed in with fear, so intense that she could almost taste it. They had taught her, at the Academy, to use one's emotions to gain power. They had also shown her how one could fuel oneself by latching on to another's pain. She was putting that lesson to practice now.

Like a drug, his pain became addicting. Her mental defensive walls were down, and she seemed to lose herself in a Dark Side-infused madness. Again she stabbed him, and again. The breaks between each stab grew shorter, and with each of them, Ameli's calm seemed to vanish, giving way to unabated fury. Now she was targeting his stomach. All her built-up anger, at her father, at the Academy and everyone in it, she was taking out on Drinks-Guy. One final time the blade dug into him, and she slowly let it carve its way upwards, until it stopped against one of his ribs. She was leaning close against him, her heavy breathing could be felt on his neck. She kissed him again, only this time it was brief and rough, as if she transformed all of her disgust for him into it.

"Now my dress is all bloody too" the blonde complained, looking over her own body. She had been quite close to him as she'd stabbed him, and had been unable to avoid drops of blood covering her fine, black dress. She stood there, swaying, still under the influence of the substances she had ingested that night. She was feeling a little dizzy.

Stumbling two steps backwards, she looked to Sena. Ameli held out her hand holding the knife, offering it to the other girl. She was offering the final killing blow to her. "It'd be a shame if I had all the fun, don't you think?" She smiled, innocently, as if the two of them were just playing a game. How dark and twisted she too was, beneath the mask. In a sense, this was a test too. Sena seemed like the kind of girl who was always in control, and got what she wanted. Ameli was very curious to see how she'd act in this situation. Had she tried to stop Ameli from stabbing the guy? Would she jump at the chance to let her knife dig into him a final time, or more? Or would she back away in horror at Ameli's artwork? She thought she knew where she had her, but she couldn't be sure.

[member=Sena Lassiter]

 

[Lassiter]

Control. Sena certainly liked control over herself and over her desires much like Ameli had started to figure out. The knife had been handed to the other acolyte and Sena had watched as stab after stab had been delivered upon the man’s throat and stomach. Part of her felt guilty though most of her didn’t. There they were, two girls towering over the lifeless body of a man who had tried to wrong them. While it could be claimed they acted in self-defence it was quite obvious that the excessive force deployed was a crime in itself.

“Thank you.” Sena took the knife from Ameli’s hands and knelt down over the man. She ran an inspection of the damage done. It was messy and the perpetrator was covered in the victim’s blood. The victim who had already died.

“A night he never lived to forget.” Sena repeated as she wiped the blood off of the knife’s blade. “You did good, all things considered.” Her hand tucked the blade back in it’s sheath by the inside of her lower leg. “Though I wouldn’t expend all that energy at once. Sometimes you need to be ready to run, if you’ve wasted all your energy for the kill it will be the hunter who gets hunted down.”

Sena rose from the ground. “As for the dress; it’s expendable. Always go for practical, never let comfort or even looks get in the way of that.” She shrugged. “At least depending on what kind of fun it is you are going for. Club-fun, sure. This kind of activity? Practical, always go for more practical outfits. Pants allow greater more flexibility and ease of movement when compared to a dress and a jacket will always conceal a lot more than a purse can.”

Was Sena lecturing someone? It didn’t feel quite possible, but here she was telling someone how to end lives as if it was all she had ever done. Which quite frankly wasn’t too far from the truth either.

“Grab his wallet and let’s go.” Sena beckoned at Ameli to follow her again with a smile. “We need to get you a new dress for the night.”

For the night had only just now truly begun. There was a black widow in town and she was bringing friends.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

As Sena examined Drinks-Guy, Ameli opened her eyes in surprise. She hadn't even realized the man was dead. Ameli had turned to Sena, willing to hand her the killing blow, unaware she had dealt it herself. She hadn't felt his life ebb from him. It was gone in a flash, and she had blinked. Was that it? The blonde was not satisfied. She felt like she had been robbed of something. It would've been fine even if Sena did the deed, she could still watch, she could still feel. But now none of them felt anything. Like a thirsty alcoholic, she had opened the bottle only to find it empty within. She was furious. She needed more. She needed her drink.

Even as Sena was complimenting her, her knife-hand was shaking. It wasn't in some kind of horrid realization of what she'd just done, it was probably a mix of the alcohol as well as the feeling of dissatisfaction, as something was awakened deep within her.

Her young, blue eyes turned to Sena. She listened to her advice. Expend energy all at once? Ameli noticed now that she was breathing heavily. Her mind had temporarily been lost within a haze of bloody murder. What Sena said made sense to her. They were like a serial killer duo, and the more experienced brunette was showing her partner in crime the ropes. Together they'd tear Coruscant apart if it let them.

Once more she looked over her outfit. She truly was a mess. It'd be hard to miss. Red on black. Her outfit wasn't ideal for running. Practical. Yes, this made sense too. Sena's outfit was practical, but still fresh. Ameli had enough fashion sense, she figured, to be able to rock a practical style, yet look great doing it.

"Yeah... Ok" she said. She'd been standing there looking stupid for a few moments. While she hadn't been saying much, her mind had been racing, sucking in whatever knowledge Sena divulged to her, tying to reflect on what had just happened. And trying to shake away this newfound hunger that she felt. She'd tasted it before, only this time she didn't have to do it. It wasn't self-defence, not really. She had made the choice herself. And she kind of liked it.

The bloody mess of a girl crouched down by the corpse, searching through his pockets for valuables. She found his wallet, and dug it out. "Here" she said holding it up, her bloody fingers leaving its mark upon the thing. Her eyes looked eager. Eager to follow, eager for the night to continue. This was one of those nights she'd never live to forget.

[member=Sena Lassiter]

 

[Lassiter]

It was the start of something horrible yet all the girl could do was smile. Part of her still felt the guilt, the other part was excited. Someone knew of her secret without judging or running away. A partner in crime if you will and as such all the girl could do was smile. That eagerness, the look of a bad habit getting itself started. Sena couldn’t even remember what it felt like but the look on Ameli’s face said it all. The eagerness and the way she leisurely dug through the dead man’s belongings.

Sena had let a monster take shape and she couldn’t help feeling just a little happy for herself. Not taking into the account the fact that the Sith were unreliable at best the girl thought little of betrayal and sabotage. She was no longer alone in her acts and it felt great.

Slowly she nodded as the wallet was placed in her hand. Sifting through it’s contents she couldn’t help laughing. A small vial of the poison already running through their veins, contraceptives and a credit chit with enough money for the evening to turn into an even better one. She pocketed the money and looked to Ameli while waving the wallet back and forth.

“If you have the time, try to get rid of as much evidence as you can.” Sena spoke as she withdrew the ID from it’s pocket and tossed the rest of the wallet in a burning barrel. “There. You just bought yourself some time.”

Leading the duo out of the alleyway Sena tried her best to mute the worry of the passers by. Her ability to manipulate minds only let her do so much and the ever familiar headache returned. She leaned herself on Ameli’s shoulder for support. At the very least they had people seemingly just passing them by, at most the occasional stray look of confusion passed them by.

Sena’s teeth gritted at the hurried indication that the nearby shop would have to do. Head practically exploding by the time they entered the shop Sena let go of Ameli’s shoulder and collapsed to her knees. A hand reached up to motion at the other girl to go away and have her fun. Control of the people that had passed them by was released and just like that the headache began to calm itself.

The girl rolled around on her back and for a second she stared at the bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Her eyes closed and she remained still for a while as the dizziness took it’s time to go away. So much for not expending a ton of energy. Sena thought to herself as she shakingly got up from the ground.

“Found anything?” Sena called out from across the shop. “Just grab something and let’s go.”

Her hand planted itself across her forehead as things got blurry for a second. Maybe today would be Ameli’s time to shine. At least for the first few attempts. Staggeringly walking over to her new friend Sena looked up at her through the purple haze.

“You okay?” She chimed up in a pained hiss. “You went rather... Happy back there.”

She chuckled. Irony was strong in this one.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Ameli grinned at the sight of the money from the Dead-Drinks-Guy's wallet. That might make up for her ruined dress. Despite the blood stains that'd be hard to get off, at the same time, she didn't feel like she could throw the dress away. She almost felt a need to frame it, a trophy of sorts, from her very first cold-blooded murder.

Again, Ameli listened to the more experienced murderer's advice. Get rid of evidence, buy time, that made sense. Right now, Ameli was walking evidence, screaming bloody murder. There was something special that happened, as the pair not only shared a kill, but the covering up of it later as well. Together.

Could this be the first person on Coruscant Ameli could call friend? Sena certainly came closer than anyone before. There had been no girls or boys her age on her father's ship. This was all new to her, but she was loving it. The Sith preached independence, and warned of dependency. But Ameli couldn't give a bantha's ass about Sith teachings. Ameli cared about Ameli, and in a weird way, it seemed like Sena did too. This was the start of something as equally terrifying as it was beautiful.

It was weird, being able to walk through the streets, face, neck, dress, legs, all of it, tainted by the mass of blood that had erupted from her victim. Was Sena... Doing something? She seemed suddenly tired. Then again, they had just killed someone... But adrenaline was pumping through Ameli's body. She was more awake now than she had ever been. Despite the drugs and alcohol in her system. When the other girl leaned on Ameli's shoulder, Ameli offered further support with an arm wrapped around her. They were together in this.

"You alright? What's wrong?" Ameli asked, concern being noticeable in her voice, as Sena collapsed down to her knees. Assured that she was fine, Ameli almost bounced off. It was time to find an outfit! Murder and shopping, in the same night! Awesome.

Finding something was hard, but Ameli for once tried to be quick. There was an absolutely adorable red dress, but she remembered what Sena said about practicality. Besides, the shop wasn't the fanciest of places, neither of the girls would likely shop here if they got the choice. But you take what you get, right? Regardless of her situation, Ameli's fashion sense kicked in, and she managed to throw together something decent.

"Yeah. I mean... I think I am." she said, replying to Sena's slightly concerned question. "I probably shouldn't be, should? Oh well!" one moment, her tone was slow and thoughtful, then suddenly cheery. "I'm not gonna lie... I felt a kind of... Rush, you know? Like I felt alive in a new kind of way. I felt... Powerful. You too?" she was analysing herself as she spoke, not entirely sure what it was she felt. Was this normal? Did Sena think this way too? It might've seemed pretty crazy to talk so casually about murder to someone she had just met. Then again, she had been there for the murder. She had handed her the knife. She felt strangely comfortable confiding in her. Oh, and there was the booze and drugs too, of course.

The blonde came out, wearing a white cap with the rim pointing backwards, in a sideways fashion. She wore a t-shirt, which wasn't tight, even slightly baggy, but somehow it managed to follow the shape of her torso well. The length was nice too. On top of it was black jacket. It had a zipper, though she kept it open. The jacket looked like it was of a regular, kind of soft fabric, though the arms were of leather. She also wore a pair of slim-fit black pants, forgoing the tight skirt from before. Ameli had ditched the high heels as well. She was practically a new girl. No blood too.

"Looks alright?" she asked for Sena's opinion. In her hand was still the bloody rag that was her dress. "What do we do with this? Burn it too?" she figured they'd need to. She'd just have to mentally take a picture and frame that on the inner walls of her mind.

[member=Sena Lassiter]

 

[Lassiter]

Sena circled around her friend inspecting what she had picked. It was stylish while still maintaining the much needed practicality that Sena spoke of. Her eyes wandered around her newfound friend’s new look. Jacket, good. Hat, easy to dispose of and the pants... Sena pursed her lips and slowly nodded her head in approval. They certainly were in good form. The acolyte shook her head for a second. The pants were pretty okay too.

“You look good.” Sena continued her nodding. “Practical and easy while still stylish. A good choice.”

The two went over to the counter, paid for their kit and asked to have the dress put in bag of it’s own. The shopkeeper apathetically agreed it was a good move. Sena on the other hand managed to get herself another of her migraine spikes. It was funny how things worked.

“We need to burn this.” Sena raised the bag as they left the store. “It’s for a good cause I call: Not getting caught.”

The two entered another alleyway. The busy bustle of the streets quieted down and Sena’s head could get itself some much needed rest. She handed the bag over to Ameli and leaned her head against the wall in yet another display of the pain it brought her. Part of her wondered why. Sena was creating a monster, corrupting a beautiful young girl to be just like her. Yet, another part of her was thrilled by just that.

This woman was becoming her first and only true friend.

“I control minds.” Sena admitted with her face against the wall. “It’s why nobody cared you wore the bloodied dress.”

She turned her eyes away from the painstilling darkness and looked over at Ameli. Part of it was probably the poison running out, the rest was most definitely fatigue from overuse of her own energy reserves. She was bound to feel this tomorrow, but one could only learn by pushing their limits. That was what she had taught herself in even the earliest of stages.

“My name is Sena Lassiter. I manipulate minds and I’m a part of the Ember of Vahl.” She let her hand run through her hair repeatedly as she spoke. “I don’t even know why I say things like that. I want to be honest with you, I want you to know and I don’t know why.” Sena let out a half-panicked chuckle and went on. “Ameli, you are... You are the first... Friend? I’ve ever had?”

“I know, I know. I mean, we- we just met, but you... You get me. You can understand...” She placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder in a totally-not-at-all-creepy way. “You are like me.”

“I... Probably shouldn’t have placed my hand on your shoulder.” She quickly removed it. “I... Ain’t too good with these things. Like, at all.”

 

[Ameli Trahir]

"I know" Ameli said, with a grin. It was as if she had not just killed a guy at all. Shopping was quickly becoming one of her Coruscant habits. While there were probably a ton of more sensible things to spend her credits on, as soon as she got them, they would get burned away at some store. "Thanks" Ameli did a quick little spin, then a curtsey. There was nothing to get her in a good mood like a little shopping spree. Too bad this wasn't a spree. She wondered, did Sena like to shop? Maybe they should ransack the hot shops of Coruscant one day...

"Aww" Ameli said with a pout, looking at her dress in a bag. Then, after a moment of silence and inward mourning, she nodded. "Alright. It's worth it." she wanted to say she could just get another. It was true, and she would, though she'd feel bad saying it now. The dress was right there... What if it heard? #Toosoon.

When they stopped, Ameli got another worried look on her face. Was she hurting again? What Sena said next was not what she had expected to hear. Her eyes opened, and her mouth dropped into a little gasp, like she just had an epiphany. The pieces of the puzzle were falling in place... All the weird things that had happened that night started to make sense.

"Woah... So, like. Even the people at the club? Oh!" Her eyes widened, and had she believed in a god she might've thought to say something like oh my god at this point. "Have you controlled me?" as if it'd do her any good, her hands were suddenly on her own head. "Can you like... Read my mind and stuff?" the mere thought of that caused her mind to explode in a flutter of thoughts, from what thoughts she didn't want her to find, to those she did. She was overanalysing this like crazy.

It was weird though. For some reason, she didn't think Sena had done anything like that. Despite the drugs, the drink, Ameli had felt very Ameli. She hadn't done anything weird... OH! Right. There was that guy she killed. But even that felt right. She didn't know why, but for whatever reason, she felt like she knew that Sena had been true to her. Her hands dropped. "That's... That's pretty cool" she said, recovering from the shock. Then, suddenly, the energy was back "Oh! Oh! Think you can teach me?" though probably it was some kind of natural gift... But, come to think of it, Ameli was said to have a natural gift as well.

Then she let the other girl talk without interruption. She wasn't sure if it was all the 'bad stuff' running through her system, but she was feeling very emotional. Perhaps a part of her felt Sena's own emotional rollercoaster, and let herself be influenced by that. Maybe she was she was just an emotional drunk? It had first started stirring within her as Sena questioned why she was even telling Ameli this. She wanted to laugh. She needed an outlet. Her lips were stirring lightly.

When the word 'friend' was used, Ameli felt a lone tear creeping up on the corner of her eye. Was she gonna cry? Oh poodoo, she was gonna cry. She couldn't let her friend see her like this. What would she think? Her friend. The thought was repeated once more in her mind. Oh poodoo, there came the tears again. When Sena put a hand on her shoulder, she lost it.

Once the hand retreated, Ameli followed. The blonde girl suddenly wrapped her arms around Sena, and brought herself into an embrace with the other girl. She hugged her, a little tighter than she intended, probably. Oh Force, what would Sena think? She'd probably think this girl was completely, raving mad. "Don't judge me" she said finally, when it got to the point where she was pretty sure Sena would notice that Ameli was crying. She tried to mask it in her voice, but even that was a lost cause.

"I've never had someone call me their friend before" Ameli had never truly known how lonely she had been before she met Sena. She had felt alone, but her mind had grown numb to it. Until that show of affection, until there was a tiny glimmer of hope that she might have someone to share something with. It didn't matter what, just the fact that she could... The only friends she had had as a child were imaginary. All those emotions she had bottled up seemed to compete to resurface first. Now she felt that pain, and she didn't want to let Sena go.

"I'm sorry... I'm... I'm... Weird." she said at last, reluctantly pulling away from Sena, taking a few steps back. Her face was a wet, teary mess. "I guess I can be a little intense at times" she laughed nervously. Did Sena hate her now? Or would everything be alright?

Ameli had never heard of the Embers of Vahl. Were they witches? She'd heard stories of witches. Her nervousness and fear of being rejected by her first friend became too much, and she nervously tried to change topic. "My name is Ameli Trahir. I'm part of the Sith. Kindof. Have you heard of them?" that question proved how blissfully ignorant she was of some things. It wasn't much, but she wanted to share something back with her.

[member=Sena Lassiter]

 

[Lassiter]

Sena observed and sensed it as the woman seemed to struggle internally. It started with the slight shiver of lips and the discreet shedding of a single tear. Though all Sena felt was a small pang of guilt, she had offended the girl yet when she withdrew her hand from the awkward shoulder grab she found herself enveloped by the new girl and for a moment her entire body tensed up at the attempted assassination. Ultimately Sena’s arm which had been stuck in between them in embrace was allowed to slump by their side as she surrendered in a moment of what she dreaded to call trust.

This girl was amazing, fun and most importantly looked just as good as Sena herself did. An equal and as of now best friend. At least, that’s what she told herself. It felt like what she was expected to call it. Even worse, it felt like what she should call it and as Ameli withdrew herself from the embrace there was little Sena could do but smile as the girl went on about how she was weird and intense. They both were. Sena wasn’t beyond herself thinking her behavior was something that someone accounted for ‘normal’ but she was good at what she did and even more so she craved and fed off of it.

Then they talked names. Her full name was Ameli Trahir and she was a fellow acolyte. It really came as no surprise the girl was unaware of the Ember’s involvement in the One Sith’s organisation. For all it was worth they were still a rather secretive group that didn’t make a lot of noise and kept to themselves. At times.

“You really are like me.” Sena wrapped her arms around Ameli in an attempted hug. Difference being she was far too soft as if she wanted to let her arms hover around the back. That was how it worked, wasn’t it? “The ember is part of the Sith. A sort of branch for all of the Vahla, like me.”

There was no mention of Sena being a mutt though. That came later.

“We should go.” Sena chuckled as she let her friend go. “Standing in this alley crying and hugging looks weird.”

“Besides, you should smile,” Said Sena as she wiped away what remaining tears on her friends face. Part of her wondered if that was going too far, but most of her just kept a wicked smile going strong. “We have a lot more people to send off.”

With that Sena led her friend out of the alley and out into the crowd. The noises certainly was a slight pain still, but it was manageable in the light of recent friendships.

“So, do we hit up a club, lounge or just see where the winds take us?

 

[Ameli Trahir]

When Ameli saw Sena's smile, it was all she could do to not break down in wild, nervous and uncontrollable laughter. Sena smiled. She didn't hate her. "You really are like me" she accepted her. She really was her friend.

She thought she had managed to stop crying, but when Sena hugged her back it was round two. She was too happy to notice or be bothered by the hoverhands. As far as the blonde was concerned, the hug was perfect.

"You're a Sith too!" was Ameli's first reaction. They really were alike. Perhaps they had been destined to meet? If she believed in the Force, like a religious entity as some of the Sith seemed to do, she might've said it had brought the two girls together.

"Yeah" Ameli said in agreement, as they pulled away from each other again. When Sena made the remark about crying and hugging in an alley, she couldn't help but laugh again. As Sena wiped away the tears on Ameli's face, she simply smiled, returning Sena' wicked one. They had work to do.

"What's a Vahla?" she wiped her face again, as they stepped out into the open. Her face was clean, but her eyes felt like one might expect after crying. They probably looked the part too. Oh well. At least that would get her much less attention than a dress covered in blood.

"Whereever you want!" Ameli said with a grin, interlocking her arm with Sena's. It didn't really matter where they went, what they did. She was hanging out with her friend. "I'm with you."

[member=Sena Lassiter]