No sleep till Correllia

[Sargon Vynea]

There were cantinas galore across the planet of Correllia, and plenty of working men to fill them with. He didn't choose any of them to start off with though, but instead went for something a bit more classy in nature. Not a ridiculously expensive dinner, but a decent place where he knew at least the cups would be clean. She'd been wearing a rather nice red dress in her picture, so in his mind she obvious enjoyed some class.

The Zabrak himself had chosen a black dinner jacket, with a dark green button up, and in his mind it went well with his own red skin. He'd arrived a few minutes early for drinks with a woman he'd met of all places on Galactic E-Match.com. He'd only joined the because he'd lost the bet, but the bet also included taking all offers. All offers that were not Shinju that is. He was actually a bit nervous about the entire date, for while she seemed a fairly attractive Sith, she was obviously a bit rough around the edges.

Once upon a time Sargon would have found that trait not only endearing, but reflective of himself. Now he was anything, but a rouge. As Governor of Bakura, and second in command of all civil affairs in the Fringe Confederacy under Lady Yun-Harla you couldn't be any more 'the law' then he was. Still though he'd go through with the date, if nothing else he got out for a few drinks. Besides who knows he might even have a good time. Taking another sip out of his glass the Zabrak watched the door and waited patiently.

 

[Alndys]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Tegan was nervous. She didn't like being nervous, but there it was.

Admitting it was the first step, she'd been told. But that didn't make her feel any less nervous, so balls to that. Here she was, standing outside one of the fancier restraunts she'd ever been near without the intent to pillage, wearing a long, strapless red dress (Not the same as her profile picture!), a waist clincher and high heels in place of her armor. Instead of her pistol and sabre, she was carrying a purse. Her hair had been braided into a single long, thick tail that reached the middle of her back. And when she nervously licked her lips, there was the mildly chemical taste of dark lipstick upon them to add a feminine flair to her sneer. She still felt like an imposter, as though at any moment someone was going to leap out of an alleyway and somehow recognize her and start laughing. Crowds of laughter, when she had neither her weapons or her crew to defend her pride.

Tegan caught her reflection in a particularly helpful window. A woman looked back at her, pointed and nervous. She ran a thumb over the sharp blaes that jutted from her cheeks, the bangles on her wrists shifting. Just a young alien woman, right? Dressed up for a night out. The reflection she'd looked at for over a year now. That's why she was doing this, wasn't it? Why she'd made that Ematch profile, why she'd gotten dolled up and come out here to meet some Alien fellow who seemed decent enough, if a bit harmless? She was lonely. And while Tegan had a whole crew of men who lived somewhere on the spectrum between being enamored with her and in fear of her, she didn't want them to see this. She had to go home to them, and expect to lead them. No, if she was going to seek company and explore that new aspect of her life, it wouldn't be at home.

She wasn't the big, fearsome pirate anymore. She was a young woman looking to have a bit of fun and get away from her work. THAT was her life, now. Being vulnerable was a part of the experience - the way that defensive embankments and supressive fire were a part of raiding. She wouldn't let either deter her from her path, no matter how much she hated dealing with 'em. With a breath to marshal her courage, Tegan stepped into the restaurant with as pleasant a smile as she could muster. It was a good mustering.

"'Ello, yes - I am 'ere to meet with a man? A Zabrak?" Tegan asked the Maitre'd politely, her Imperial accent adding a slight tilt to her voice that a blue planet in a Galaxy far, far away might eventually recognize as vaguely British. After conversing briefly with the droid in charge of organizing tables, Tegan was escorted to the specific one where Sargon was.

"Sargon Vynea - I 'ope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Tegan greeted with a polite smile, brushing a stray bang away from her yellow eyes.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Watching Tegan approach the table there was no way to not realize it was his date. Pure blood Siths weren't exactly a dime a dozen, and ones in fetching strapless gowns even more so. As they took the path to the table the ways to greet her ran through Sargon's head at light speed, after a brief consideration of options which seemed to last an eternity he decided to simple do what came natural. Standing up he smiled as she greeted him, and took her hand giving it a small kiss. "Is is lovely to finally met you, Tegan, and please just Sargon would be nice. As for the wait, I've only been here a few minutes, not even enough to get a real drink yet."

Taking a step he pulled the woman's chair out for her before returning to his own, and sitting. Taking a sip of his water the Zabrak pulled out the wine list, and looked it over. Corellia was a hub of commerce, and as he had expected the list of wines here was extensive. "I must admit I feel outdone, you look fantastic in that dress I feel a bit out of my league here, but I'm glad you agreed to join me for dinner, and perhaps a few drinks. I see they have a few good selections on the win listing, were there any you preferred?" Waiting for her answer the Zabrak wasn't sure he'd come off well there, but he'd tried. Had it really been that long since he'd been out with a woman?

@[member="Tegan Gallows"]

 

[Alndys]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Tegan hadn't ever had her hand kissed like that before. Or in any capacity, really. To say that it was an odd experience was an understatement, but she didn't really MIND the attention. More than some, Tegan could appreciate a bit of old-fashioned chivalry. As she sat carefully in a chair pulled out and pushed in, the young Sith woman smiled politely and folded her hands on the table. "Don't be so coy. Y'look fine." She complimented in return, adding a smile that was a bit more warm than her words might imply. "There's nothin' quite like the way a well-tailored suit makes a man look." Tegan added as a complimentary afterthought, before picking up her menu.

Wine wasn't her usual fare. While she might indulge from time to time, generally she drank the same rotgut her crew did. Just in a more limited capacity.

"I'm not picky - though, I do like a good white wine." Tegan admitted thoughtfully, neatly avoiding a pun about having a tall glass of red. The Pureblood woman smirked and laced her fingers together, glancing around the relatively nice restaurant. "So, this is a pretty nice place. Suppose I shoulda guessed from yer profile that you could afford a bit 'o finery, eh?" She suggested with a teasing grin. "Handsome guy like you, handsome suit, and yer still lookin fer a date online. Seems a bit odd, innit?"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

With a smile Sargon accepted the compliment and set the wine list to the side. "White wine it is then, and yes I'm rather enjoying the atmosphere here. In truth I created that profile while I was still in the Legion, and I hadn't really expected anyone to respond back to it, it has been up awhile. When you responded though it was a pleasant surprise. I'm no longer an Optio in the Legion, but the Governor of Bakura which keeps me busy even when I'm sleeping."

Stopping for a moment as the waitress approached he pointed at the sweet white wine on the list, and requested two additional small glasses. "So your comment about a drink was sorely needed. I've recently bought a pair of bulk freighters to start my own transport company as well. So between the Fringe Confederacy, and growing that I don't have much me time really. Besides, if I knew it would have led to a date with a girl as pretty as yourself, I'd have joined along time ago."

As the waitress arrived she left a bottle of white wine on ice after pouring each a glass of it. The empty cups the Zabrak pulled to him and reaching in his inner suit pocket he pulled out a flask, and filled each glass up with it. Handing one over to Tegan he smiled, "Iridonian Whiskey, best in the galaxy, and made from the waters of a river I grew up on. Its a small company, but it gives me some happiness to know I'm still aiding my people back home, even across the galaxy."

@[member="Tegan Gallows"]

 

[Alndys]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

"All this talk 'o business and commerce an progress' makin' me think yer tryin ta butter me up, luv." Tegan replied absently, carefully wrapping her fingernails around the stem of the glass. True to what he'd said, the whiskey smelled delicious. The sort of whiskey a man rarely carried around in a flask unless he had a serious drinking problem or a serious desire to impress somebody with his palate for hard liquor. Both were tricks that Tegan was well acquainted with, and had used on occasion in a previous life. Sitting across the table from a man who was doing his best to impress a young woman was something she'd prepared for, but still found herself somewhat surprised by.

Raising a thin eyebrow, Tegan brought the glass of fine whiskey to her lips and took a small, small sip - letting the heady, smokey burn slip over her tongue and down her throat to rest in her gut like a small ball of fire. Delicious. As expected. Sighing contently, Tegan sat upright and gave her date an attempt at a fetching smile. "Wotcha say we cut out th' nonsense and you tell me about yerself. A man who's defined by 'is bank and 'is job is a borin' date." She pointed out smugly. "I came 'ere to go on a date with a Zabrak named Sargon, not some politician."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

With a small chuckle Sargon actually blushed for a moment and looked down, her words had truth to them, but they weren't expected. "A Zabrak named Sargon eh? I used to know him, nice guy if I remember correctly. Came from Iridonia if I recall correctly, and he's damn proud of it." His smile was a bit sheepish as he felt rather silly at his earlier chatting of business. It seems it had been forever since he'd done this.

Taking a long drink on his whiskey he breathed out heavily as the burning liquid did it's work. "Alright, well lets see if you can do better, tell me about yourself, please?" Stopping as a waitress approached again his smile, and nodded towards Tegan, "Ladies first."

@[member="Tegan Gallows"]

 

[Alndys]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Tegan wasn't very acquainted with social graces, but even she knew enough to tell when she was making someone uncomfortable enough to change a subject. On any other day, in any other setting, she would have delighted in pressing the issue and getting to the root of whatever was making him squirm for the sake of making him squirm. But it wouldn't do to scare him off or be too rude on the first date. Assuming that she wanted more, anyway. "Ladies first, eh? Helluva phrase, that'n." She chuckled quietly, swirling her whiskey in it's class to aerate it.

She glanced up at the waitress and smiled politely, glancing down at the menu briefly before ordering a small steak, left about as rare as could be, with a salad. After all, she wasn't about to order something huge that she wouldn't even finish. As much as Tegan didn't care about stressing someone else's wallet, you only had to starve to death once before regarding food as a sacred thing to not be wasted.

"Well - I put the interestin' things on my profile. I do a bit'o travelling, and by an' large enjoy it. Love a good brawl - or really anythin' wot gets the blood pumping. Jogging's a favorite. Wake up before my crew and do windsprints around th' cargo bay every day-cycle on th' ship." Tegan explained with a grin. A good deal of work went into not letting her body fall into the same trap the last one had. The young woman ran a thumb over one of the long scythes jutting from her cheeks and gave a grin with pointed teeth. "I'm a fair 'and with a wrench. A shite pilot...." She glanced down at one of her feet - three pointed, sharp-nailed toes poking out from under the hem of her dress. "...an I don't really mind wearin' heels, which apparently makes me somethin' of an oddity." Tegan added with a sly grin. "See? Pretty easy, innit? Yer turn, luv."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon smiled at the woman across from him adding in his own order of a spiced bantha steak, and a bowl of fruit. The fruit was a favorite of his sweet tooth, he could stay away from the chocolate and other delights, but fruit was his weakness. "Aye, I can understand the whole blood pumping idea. My father taught me the Iridonian combat arts before he passed away, and usually I manage to get some practice in everyday. I enjoy my physical training times gives me a chance to clear my mind, and its a good way to start the day. I usually stay on military ships, or one of a few bases on Bakura so there is always someone to train, and run with around. Aye, you'd thinking owning your own ship you'd learn to fly, but I have the same issue. I'd most likely end up cooking my ship on the surface of the nearest star. Personally I'm going to admit I'm not a big fan of the heels, hurts my feet something awful."

Leaving the last sip in his whiskey glass Sargon gave the win a small swirl then tasted it. "As for a hobby, this might sound odd, but I like to perform drills still with the Legion. It keeps me fit, and my aim steady, besides it keeps the men loyal really."

@[member="Tegan Gallows"]

 

[Alndys]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Tegan chuckled and nodded her agreement. "Some folk make a stink about the captain should pilot, but the way I look at it? I wanted good food, I hired a cook. Wanted things fixed, got a mechanic. Pilots' just another job." She explained, waving her hand in a vague little circle. "Never understood why people seem t'think it's some sorta... holy bond between captain an' ship, r' somethin like that. Just a machine."

With a wide grin, the Sith woman leaned on the table and absently ran her thumb along one of the scythes jutting from her jaw. "I do love a good spar, though." She admitted playfully. "Don' have any formal trainin, besides my own experience. You know how that is. But I've always found, you don't really know a person till you've shed blood together." Tegan explained. "Man who seems brave might turn coward at the first sign of a losing fight, meek blokes suddenly becoming furious berserkers once they've got their back to th' wall. I could go on fer hours, luv, but I'm sure it's all things you've heard or seen before. Interestin' stuff, though." She mused. "I mean, I'm not a shrink or anythin' of th' sort - but people are interesting creatures, through an' through. Spend a lot of time thinkin' about things like that, I do."