Private Let's Dance

[Ziggard Blackstar]

Darth Avernus' Sky Palace, Naar Shaddaa
[Jam Currently being played by Ziggy Starborne and the Supernovas]​

The inside of the sky palace was rather crowded with revelers and general partakers of Hutt-space debauchery. The flashing lights and constant auditory bombardment from the stage speakers were amplified in perceived intensity by the spice in Ziggy's system. The small hit of glitterstim before he took the stage had done wonders as a quick confidence boost (not like he truly needed it) but had served only to make the lights even more dazzling. Hypnotizing as they were, he managed to maintain his focus and continued to play the large stringed instrument that hung from a strap that went over his shoulder. He'd learned to play this kind of thing off so well that it would be nearly impossible to tell from the outside that he was so intoxicated, but everyone would assume he was anyway. Everyone here had partaken in some kind of unsobering vice, so everyone was suspected to be on something regardless of how well they might downplay their state. The dry mouth side-effect had worked in his favor in the fact that the but of his cigarette stuck subtly to his bottom lip, allowing him to recite the lyrics of the tune he and his band were currently performing without having to ditch the cigarette outright.

Nar Shaddaa was far from his usual venue, but he didn't have many complaints so far. The spice was abundant, the laws were lax, and the pay was surprisingly fair for such a place. Ziggy had met Darth Avernus in the past, the Sith Lord had proclaimed himself a 'big fan' and offered Ziggy a premium in credits whenever he took the time to perform at his palace that never sleeps. It was hard to object to good pay and guaranteed substances. Another plus was the abundant amount of work to be had in such a place in regards to Ziggy's other profession of choice. With the amount of spice provided for him, he wouldn't be sleeping any time soon, which meant he had more time to take care of other business.

The palace had been emptier than what he was used to, but it hadn't quite reached peak hours yet. It was only a one to three ratios on twi'lek dancer to patron for the last few hours. Almost as if their current tune had signaled the start of peak hours, more people began to pour in, filling the bar and dance floor areas. Was it peak hours already? The spice didn't do much good for his perception of time. He couldn't decide if he felt like he had been there for three hours or three minutes. From behind the purple-lensed sunglasses Ziggy passively observed those who entered, seamlessly multitasking his performance between singing, instrumental, and observation. The sudden bursts of scattered hyperfocus were just another side effect of the spice and stims. The crash was going to be pretty devastating, he could already tell as much. That was hours away though, no point in worrying about it now.

Zhani Amadine | Ryv | Trajan Fett
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[Zhani Amadine]

It went without saying that Zhani was in her element here. Loud music, flashing lights, and the spice was flowing. She had previously made the.... mistake? of letting Avernus handle her wardrobe for the time being and... well. Nobody could say she wasn't on the bleeding edge of fashion. And, hey, the lights were dim enough, the partygoers high enough, and the general vibe Avernus-y enough that maybe she'd blend right in. She sauntered on in to the main venue area with the flow of the crowd, not missing a beat in her thigh-high boots and ridiculously fashionable shoulderpads.

At her side, presumably, was Ryv, whom she'd invited to a party at a Sith Lord's mansion on the assumption that he didn't have anything better to do. Nevermind that he was a Jedi fugitive who had not too long ago broken out of a prison camp and maybe should lay low and not make any public appearances for a while. But he was game, which Zhani had great appreciation for. You can't let a thing like having a bounty on your head stop you from having a good time.

Anyway, who cared what she was wearing or who she was with, Ziggy Starborn was playing. Ziggy Starborn! She had never managed to catch him live, as he was notoriously hard to find, playing popup venues and never announcing anything. You just had to be in the right place at the right time to witness the magic. But somehow Darth Avernus has gotten him to play here, at his private shindig. Just another perk of being a Sith apprentice. The Jedi never did throw a good party.

Indicating Rvy should follow, she pushed her way to the front of the increasingly rowdy crowd hoping to get a better look at the musician and his band; a once-in-a-lifetime experience. An experience quite a few other people were also trying to get, so she had to step on a few toes and throw some shade to get by. But there he was! In the slightly-emaciated rockstar flesh! She was very consciously suppressing a fangirl scream. No, no, wouldn't do to start squealing. He probably got enough of that. Wouldn't do. Okay, breathe, Zhani, it's just a concert... just Ziggy Starborn and the Supernovas live almost within arm's reach of where she stood at the edge of the stage aaaaa

Ryv Ziggard Blackstar Trajan Fett

 

[Ryv]

Ryv watched Zhani move towards the club's entry, falling back a dozen or so paces as she strode past the bouncers. His hands slid into his jacket, checking for the familiar lightsaber hilt he acquired back on Dromuund Kaas a week prior. With the sense of comfort the weapon provided him, washing over his cautious mind, the kiffar stepped up to the bouncer and nodded his head. He wasn't surprised when the larger gran held out a hand to stop his entry. The jacket-clad kiffar lacked the usual dress most had when they entered the establishment; he had to guess. Rather than throw a fit, he reached down to his belt and retrieved his holodevice. Once activated, it showcased the Jedi Knight's identity.

"<What's that supp->" the gran paused midsentence as he finished reading over the identification. "<I apologize, mister Karis. Let me pat you down, and you can head inside.>"

"Nah, man, don't even worry about it," Ryv smiled at the alien before waving a hand. "You've already okayed me. I'm weapon free and can head on in."

"<You're okay to enter, sir. You don't seem to have any weapons.>"

Ryv winked before turning to head inside the party palace. He'd heard rumors of the Lord of Oppulence's home on Nar Shaddaa from others in the industry, but he didn't expect to find something so lively. There had to be hundreds of other bodies pressed against one another throughout the complex, mingling, dancing, singing, and partaking in dozens of other activities the Jedi did not condone anymore. He struggled to toss the spice when Zhani handed it off to him, but he couldn't head down that road again. Years indulging in many different drugs fractured his connection to the force and left him struggling with the effects for a year of his life. After finally reaching a point where his mental and physical health were top-notch, potentially screwing it all up for a high wasn't worth it. His zeltron companion thought differently, but who was he to blame her? He walked the same path for so long, all he could do to keep an eye on her was tag along to ensure nothing came of her drug-addled antics.

Catching up to Zhani, Ryv stepped up beside her and eyed old Ziggard on the stage. He wanted to bring the musician into one of RC's offices to discuss a shoot and interview, though Ryv could never quite catch him. The air of mystery Ziggy surrounded himself with probably brought as much fame as the performances he so regularly put on. Once she began pushing forward, Ryv moved up behind her. He reached out, pulling some out of the way while shoving others. Anyone who didn't outright move from the zeltron's striking glare, Ryv's scowling face, and scarred visage offered enough support to part the crowd.

"I shouldn't be surprised you're a fan," Ryv shouted over the crowd to his companion. "He's pretty good!" he looked up to the intoxicated performer, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of the Jedi's lips. "Zhani, come here," he reached out to take the crook of her elbow gently and began shoving his way towards the side of the stage. Once security stepped up, Ryv dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card, while also activating his device once more. "Names Ryv, owner of Ryveting Content," the projection would showcase issue one of the magazine that had taken the galaxy by storm. "Go, let your bosses know I'm interested in reviewing your club after we get backstage."

The massive gamorrean stared at it for a moment before snorting out orders to another nearby security officer. He waddled off and disappeared for a moment. A better-dressed executive nearly sprinted towards the waiting duo, ushering them behind the gate and backstage.

"I-I'm so sorry, mister Karis. We didn't expect to have you here this evening. How can we help you?"

"I would like to introduce my companion to this evening's entertainment when he decides to step off the stage. Until then, we'll enjoy the show as is, boss," Ryv reached out to squeeze his shoulder. "I'll have my guys reach out to yours, see if we can get an article written on the place in our upcoming issue, hm?"

With that, Ryv crossed his arms over his chest and returned his attention to the show.

Zhani Amadine | Ziggard Blackstar | Trajan Fett ​

 

[Trajan Fett]

These sort of dens of decadent excess that reeked of spice and liquor were among the trough of Trajan's least favorite establishments. Alas, a necessary evil to tangle with in his line of work. Bounties hardly came from clean cut clients - Agrippa The Hutt was among one of the more reliable contractors however, punching out several Galactic governments in a timely pay out. Likely the personal delivery of cold credits had something to do it with it over red tape, budget approvals and holonet transfers. Something to be said about doing it the quick and dirty way, it fit well with the way Trajan did things at the very least. T

here was no hiding his business anywhere he went - adhering to the way in few means but the Beskar'gam was certainly one of them for whatever perks and setbacks it offered. It got him through many doors just as much as it did deny him. Within Agrippa's demesne of underworld influence the chipped crimson T visor set in rugged green typically mean't a free passageway into these clubs. With an interaction that typically carried with Trajan approaching the entrance, the bouncers letting him pass with only the full entirety of the equipment he needed to reel in a mark only to follow up with a -

"Not the fuckin' Mando..." In his wake. They knew better by now than to think he was here for the drinks, the spice or the women. He would only ever enter to follow up a lead or incur a bill of about two hundred to five thousand credits worth of damages and a report to vaguely explain to the local, typically already bought off enforcers.

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An alternate of sorts, a secondary contractor to the very singer who ruled the stage an Empire all his own. The Man Who Sold The World had a particular interest in this mark, easy enough to tell why when Trajan picked up the Zeltron amongst the eager crowd. Barren of any jobs all the same he was content to let Starborne take the lead and capture her all his own if he could manage it. It was spare these two hunters ever shared the trail in pursuit of mark. Where Ziggard cared to smooth talk his targets, Trajan was content to grab them by the ears, slam them against a durasteel wall and disintegrate every fiber of their being all before Starborne could ever invoke "Put on your red shoes and let's dance the blues." in that silk inflection.

What might've incurred Trajan's curiousity more was the Zeltron's date. The face was recognizable enough from Ryveting Content, he wasn't a man to thumb through holo-mags but a fat majority of Nar Shaddaa was fond of the eye candy to recognize the face splayed out across the back streets of the Smuggler's Moon in the form of adverts. A Gat Tambor man...this would only make the job more peculiar. It was one thing to wrestle a pretty Zeltron from a club where pretty girls much like the two who fixated themselves on the bounty hunter. If his beskar shell mean't anything it was money and stories.

"What about that one...surely somethin' nasty, huh? That one hurt?" The Twi'lek inquired, tracing a finger over a laceration in the metal near the bottom edge of his helmet.

"Probably wouldn't do much good if it did." Trajan retorted in a characteristic tone of apathy - earning a short lived laugh between the girls even as his gaze never seemed to leave the spectacle set out before him. Between the Kiffar, the Zeltron and of course...the Starborne.

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Ziggard Blackstar | Zhani Amadine | Ryv

 

[Ziggard Blackstar]

From behind the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, his eyes finally found the mark they had been secretly combing the crowd for. He hadn't seen an image of the Zeltron, but the description he was given (Very attractive, bright hair, and likely wearing stupid clothes) was enough to pick her out of the crowd. The vulgar display of high fashion was hard to miss even among the rath eccentric individuals who frequented this joint. The look on her face was all too familiar to Ziggy. The look of a fan on the verge of screaming with excitement. This was good, very good in fact, as it would make things much easi- wait a second is that Ryv Karis? The way he walked up beside her after she had shoved her way through the crowd was a clear indication that they had come to this venue together. He mentally scratched out the note he had made earlier about anticipating how easy this would be. The presence of someone who is decently high-profile and even a bit recognizable made things much more complicated.

The mental calculations flew through his mind at hundreds of parsecs per second. He was practically on autopilot with his performance, but it wasn't like anyone in the audience could tell. He was a skilled enough performer and multitasker to play it off entirely. If anyone was observant enough to even notice the smallest tell they were likely too intoxicated in this instance to notice. The sunglasses helped, as it was impossible to see where exactly or who exactly he was looking at. He'd been informed of the Zelton's capacity for empathy, being a Sith and all, so Ziggy forced himself to be emotionally neutral as to not send up even the most subtle of red flags.

The performance of that number concluded with applause and some cheers. He nodded and gave a small wave of thanks to the applause. He removed the cigarette for his mouth and held it for exactly three seconds before just flicking it in some random direction without any care of where it lands. The small pause before he flicked the cigarette probably looked like nothing at all, but observant fans knew he always did it that way. No one knew why, as the crippling obsessive compulsions that plagued his routines were widely kept on the down-low. Everyone had just assumed it was some kind of signature gesture of the purpose of looking cool. In reality, he just had to do it that way. He couldn't help it no matter how hard he tried to resist.

He knew if he was going to complete the job he had taken on the side, he'd have to incite more of that obvious fangirl excitement he had visually picked up on before. He'd need to up the excitement to not only gain the trust of the Zeltron, but everyone else in the venue so they would be less likely to ask questions if they saw anything. "Thank you, thank you, really." He subtly insisted that the applause cease through a facade of humble thanks for the praise. "I've been working on a new record lately, and I've just made the executive decision to perform a new song I've written." His accent was an odd mash of Core world and Imperial. "You've all been such a great crowd, so I suppose I can give you my thanks by unveiling this track. You're all the first to hear it." There were cheers and general noises and gestures of excitement from the crowd that had gathered.

The Supernovas, his eight Bith bandmates began to swap instruments from stands that had been set up on the stage. Bandfills and extra string instruments along with a second omnibox were swapped out from the otherwise basic instrumental composition. The drummer did a quick adjustment of his setup rearranging and adding some pieces to his set. Ziggard left his own instrument strapped around his shoulder, as a swap was not necessary. He took the microphone in one hand while it was still attached to the micstand and began to count off The Supernovas.

[The 'all new' jam]

Ryv | Trajan Fett | Zhani Amadine​

 

[Zhani Amadine]

Zhani resisted being tugged away at first, not willing at give up her spot at the front, but when he started heading towards the side of the stage curiosity won out and she followed gamely. When he pulled out the card and holodevice, she squinted and pointed an impeccably manicured finger at the projection in surprise. "Wait, that's you on the cover? Ryveting Content?!"

Her surprise only grew as he discussed his business with the executive, then further as they were quickly and without much fuss ushered backstage. Backstage at Ziggy Starborn's show! Without having to sneak or con her way in! After taking in the backstage scene-- a different perspective indeed, with Ziggy addressing the crowd and the band adjusting equipment in preparation for the next song-- she turned to the kiffar, still in a bit of shock. "Wait, Ryv, exactly how big of a deal are you? No questions asked, they're gonna let us watch from backstage?" Her shock was draining away, as evidenced by her widening grin. Well, this was an opportunity that she was going to make the most of. She was going to enjoy herself.

She snapped her fingers, calling a rather timid-looking human male over, who probably wasn't any kind of servant but just had been unlucky enough to be standing too close. "Hey, bring me and my friend here some drinks. Something nice. Oh, and I wouldn't say no to something sweet. If you don't mind, of course." She pulled her shades down and winked winsomely, making a small 'get going' motion with her other hand. She felt some resistance as the human opened his mouth to argue, but a little soothing emotional push from her sent the man out obediently in search of refreshments.

Satisfied, she turned to watch as Ziggy began the next song. She'd missed the announcement before, but... was this something new? She thought she knew most of his songs, if not by heart, at least by name. This one was completely unfamiliar. She straightened up, concentrating. A new, unreleased song at a live concert. "Pinch me, I'm dreaming," she muttered to Ryv, not taking her eyes off the performance.

Ryv Trajan Fett Ziggard Blackstar

 

[Ryv]

The scent of various intoxicants left the kiffar in a state of discomfort. Not too long ago, he'd been running spice across this very moon for none other than Agrippa The Hutt . The Hutt's trusted saw a fair bit of respect, as well as a treasure's trove worth of credits to keep them entertained. What Ryv didn't spend on booze or spice often went to one of the various women who worked the carnal dens kept within Agrippa's sphere of control. He could remember spending weeks at a time in a spice-infused haze, enjoying the feeling of twi'lek hands brushing his hair. Being underage at the time of his brief criminal career, the best he could get happened to be the maternal care they'd provide him, but it was all he wanted—a reminder of a mother who disappeared one night and never came home.

Zhani's voice shook him from his melancholy thoughts, pulling his attention away from the stage. "I wouldn't say I'm a big deal. I'm just the dude who owns the company. And I do a bit of modeling work, I guess," Ryv shrugged his shoulders before crossing his arms over his chest. "The company itself has decent financial backings, which lets me get away with stuff like this all the time. Lots of folks want to see their clubs and bars showcased in Ryveting Content. We operate across the galaxy."

Before Ryv could begin to answer Zhani's third question, the zeltron pulled aside one of the workers moving behind the stage and ordered them drinks. He chuckled and waved him over before he set off.

"Sorry about that man," Ryv slipped his hands in his jacket pocket and removed a credit chip. He tossed it over and looked back towards the stage. "I'm not thirsty. Just get something for the lady, and we're square," his words came out louder than usual, battling for the employee's attention over Ziggy's newest song. Once the human man set off, Ryv looked back to Zhani. "As crazy as this all might seem, you aren't dreaming. Enjoy the show; just don't cause too much trouble. Wouldn't want a repeat of Concord Dawn. Nar Shaddaa is a lot less forgiving than backwater mining towns."

Ryv's eyes left his companion and scanned the crowd. So many people could barely contain themselves with the liquor and drugs coursing through their bodies. Bloodshot eyes and swaying bodies dominated the main floor, while smaller dens carved into the walls kept the more wealthy privately entertained. Where the Jedi once would've considered such an environment a great time, now it took everything he had not to shake his head in disgust. It wouldn't do to look down on those gathered; it would only serve to draw the attention of the keen-sighted. So, the kiffar allowed his gaze to wander about the room, taking in the sights.

It wasn't until a beskar-clad Mandalorian came into view did Ryv stop and look back to his red-skinned companion.

"Enjoying the show?"

Zhani Amadine | Ziggard Blackstar | Trajan Fett ​

 

[Trajan Fett]

"That...no... that can't be..." The twi'lek beside Trajan said in a hushed tone, laying a hand on his Beskar plated chest piece as the other offered a point toward the Kiffar flanking the Zeltron target. Things were coming together too...peculiarly.

"Yeah, the guy off the holo-mag. Everyone knows him." Trajan stated bluntly. That and being a drug peddler was about all Karis was known for among Trajan's circles. He'd heard of him working with Agrippa back in the day but the two had followed down different lines of work and thus interacted if only scantly to this point.

"No- I know him! He's a sweet boy. He was always kind to me and the other girls, only ever wanted us to brush his hair...just hang out I guess. I think he missed his mother or- a mother more than anything else. Just good to see he's doing well." The Twi'lek remarked in the same hushed tone, leaning her head against Trajan's armored shoulder, wrapping an arm around his as he stood still as he could with two aliens clamoring over him. The sort've status he had among Agrippa's retinue earned him this aura of awe if only in that his station came with signed credit chits worth more than their person at all, earning him a blanket 'treat this man very well' status among the Hutt's establishments.

Though Kurze didn't take nearly as much advantage as any other mortal man might've. Where anyone else might've tried to escape the prying eyes of the bustling club and the roaring of underworld funk to embark on more carnal endeavors ; Trajan was mind over matter, certainly when a job demanded his full attention, even if he figured (and hoped) he might not have to clobber someone.

"Alright..." The Mandalorian offered in a display of sheer, raw apathy. When Ryv glanced his way, only the black and souless T-visor was there to receive. Perhaps the exact opposite of a reassuring sight for any Jedi, or anyone within this underworld. Should the cards not draw his way, he'd figure out why sooner than later.

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Ziggard Blackstar | Zhani Amadine | Ryv

 

[Ziggard Blackstar]

The Supernovas played the notes of the closing motif, concluding the newly unveiled composition. A mixture of cheers and general applause emanated from the crowd, but besides a select few individuals, it was far from an eruption. Ziggard smiled and with a few humble nods and waves, he thanked the crowd for their praise. "You're all too kind, thank you," he calmly insisted, smiling from his perch upon the stage. He began to walk away from the crowd, making his way towards the backstage area now that his performance had officially concluded. One final look towards the crowd over his shoulder, his sunglasses sank to the end of his nose, exposing his eyes that were previously hidden behind the purple lenses. His eyes found his way to Ryv Karis and the Zeltron he had spotted earlier. He shot a wink in their general direction before finally disappearing through backstage access opposite the stage from them.

The smile on his face faded in the exact instant he was no longer under the observing and adoring eyes of fans. He removed the sunglasses from his face and slipped them into a pocket, pulling out his cigarettes with roughly the same motion. "<You guys can get out of here if you wanna, I'm gonna hang back for a few.>" He addressed The Supernovas in Huttese so well-spoken it almost sounded native. He lit the cigarette and looked around before continuing into his backstage room. He knew that Ryv Karis was likely to come knocking any second, so he'd have to be quick with his preparations. He untucked his shirt and pulled his blaster from the concealed holster. After some rummaging, he managed to find some bonding tape which he used to tape the blaster to the far less visible side of the large leather lounge seat that was positioned in front of the coffee table along with a couch. He quickly poured three glasses of brandy, spiking two of them with a rather strong sedative narco-spice.

The finishing touch? A remote detonation stun grenade shoved deep and neatly between the couch cushions. He hid the detonator in a small pocket on the inside of his sleeve. This preparation was a bit haphazard, but he'd been told the Zeltron was the apprentice of Darth Avernus and a Sith was the last thing he wanted to take any chances with. Finally, he quickly straightened the room up to hide any evidence of frantic tampering and waited quietly by the drinks he had poured.

Ryv | Trajan Fett | Zhani Amadine ​

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

The endless net of being that enveloped Qrgyl's senses pulled him deeper and deeper into his ego slaughtering trip. The somniferous almond eyes of the universe peering through his soul as his ethereal form drifted through the endless fibers of the cosmos. His wide bug eyes open as far as they possibly could - his alien Gand mouth agape in awe and wonder as he sailed through the cosmic deep web of the universe adrift in endless suspension.

This powerful voyage continued for what felt like endless eternities stacked on top of the other as the Gand basked in the incomprehensible scale and power of this dreamscape. Eventually, within about ten minutes in real space he was jostled awake once more, collapsed in a corner of the club he drew a deep breath of methane through his respirator before his beady eyes peered through the club. Just as the climax to Ziggard's 'all new jam' sounded out through the club.

Having been the very look out that patched through to Trajan to alert the Mando of the mark's presence here to begin with before embarking on a legendary dose of Mind Spiral he slowly rose himself to his insectoid feet, making way toward the Mando and his pair of alien babes at his flanks, tapping the man on the armored shoulder with a sharp insectoid digit before soon after Kurze passed over a credit chit of a meager but certainly worthwhile amount. Nodding once in thanks he proceeded to make way from the club fresh from his psychedelic journey into another realm entirely.

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Ziggard Blackstar | Zhani Amadine | Ryv

 

[Zhani Amadine]

The zeltron watched as Ryv, who she now knew was some sort of modeling/entertainment businessman, paid off her newly-appointed personal waiter. So, one, she definitely could appreciate the line of work he was in. Call her a stereotype, but for a zeltron, this was exactly the kind of thing she could get behind. Two, why was he paying off her waiter? Obviously once she gave him some slight 'encouragement', the human was more than happy to do what she asked without money having to enter into it. Well, whatever, it was his money, he could pay people if he wanted. Either way she was getting a drink.

Zhani waved a dismissive hand at Ryv as he suggested she not cause trouble, smirking. "Me? Cause trouble? This isn't a bar, I'll be fine. Plus, a bounty hunter would have to have some serious balls to come after you here, right? Imagine that, crashing Darth Avernus's place just to make a quick credit. You'd have to be dumb or suicidal."

Chuckling quietly to herself, she turned to watch the last bit of the encore, positively enraptured and barely noticing anything beyond the edge of the stage. The imposing Mandalorian included. When Ryv questioned if she was enjoying the show, she only nodded, not taking her eyes off Ziggy and his band until the last few notes played out and the crowd began the cheers and applause. She too applauded, almost missing that her 'waiter' had come back with her drink. The human had to clear his throat a few times before she turned and accepted the drink with an appreciative grin. Something in a tumbler, dark, definitely alcoholic. She tossed half of it back without much further thought. She paused for a moment, trying to identify the flavor. Brandy? Whatever it was, it went down smooth. Not bad. She paid no further attention to her waiter whatsoever, and the poor guy went back to whatever his actual duties were, free from further probably annoying requests from her.

As Ziggy gave a few words and began heading offstage, giving the two of them a wink as he passed, she couldn't help but give him a restrained but obviously fangirlish wave. After he disappeared she turned to Ryv, still elated. "Are we really going to get to talk to him in person? Do you really do this kind of thing often? You aren't, uh... looking for any interns, or something, by any chance?" She put on a winsome smile. It really did sound like an excellent gig. And wasn't she model material anyway? Even with her ridiculous outfit. Surely it was to someone's taste, at least.


Ryv Ziggard Blackstar Trajan Fett