Private Old Time Rock and Roll

[Jonyna Si]

Zoro Laha Station Number 3, Kessel Orbit
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Jonyna had taken to visiting Kessel a few times since the Wild Space Rebellion had liberated it.

Nowadays, it was a quiet world still being rebuilt. The station had been parked there for that purpose. Jonyna had been loaning them out for a while now. But this station also held plenty of people who had been displaced since the days of the GA.

Today, she was paying a group of them a visit. On the eastern side of the station, she took Beltor. She had promised him a night on the town.

She just never specified which town.

Diving into the depths of the station, they came across a small hole in the wall, with a neon sign.

Club Retro

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Zoro Laha Station Number 3, Kessel Orbit
TAGS: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus​

Jonyna had taken to visiting Kessel a few times since the Wild Space Rebellion had liberated it.

Nowadays, it was a quiet world still being rebuilt. The station had been parked there for that purpose. Jonyna had been loaning them out for a while now. But this station also held plenty of people who had been displaced since the days of the GA.

Today, she was paying a group of them a visit. On the eastern side of the station, she took Beltor. She had promised him a night on the town.

She just never specified which town.

Diving into the depths of the station, they came across a small hole in the wall, with a neon sign.

Club Retro

Hey eyed the neon sign with a raised eyebrow. "Club...Retro." He turned to Jonyna Si . He paused, looking her up and down, and just realizing what she was wearing. To say she rocked it was an understatement. Beltor him self was rather plainly dressed. Simple pants, a silk shirt that was opened at the button and boots. Not even his typical spacers boots, just boots.


He shrugged. "Alright, I said I'd give it a shot." His eyes met her with a friendly smile. At least he wasn't blushing, he had gotten that under control finally. He motioned to the door. "Ladies first."

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Jonyna smirked, giving him a light hip bump before walking inside. "Live a little, buddy. You're all tense all the time. Gotta loosen up and feel the rhythm."

And the rhythm came. As soon as they entered, the music overtook them. The front lobby didn't have much. A place for people to hang their coats, a huttese bouncer who sat waiting for anyone to make a move, and a twin set of staircases on either side. What stuck out, was the fact that the place was decorated and painted like an old cantina from the rebellion era. Mock graffiti marked the back wall which was made of that same stone the people of Tatooine used, murals of rebellion's past now mixed with murals of rebellion's present.

The Hutt Bouncer smiled as he waddled over to greet Jonyna.

<Ah, the jedi master of cathar returns. How may I help you?> He asked, Jonyna smiling and speaking back in perfect huttese.

<Just my coat, for now. And see that my friend here is treated well. You know how rowdy the dance floor can be.>

<Oh, of course, of course. Shall I tell Roxanna you're here?>

<Send a message forward, if you don't mind. I like to keep a low profile.>

Still, the music could be heard from inside the club. A thumping drum beat that echoed into the lobby, hitting the both of them in the chest like a light jab.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

The Club it self was...odd?

It was a mix of a historical fair and an active night club.

He liked it, finding him self some what similarly dressed to those around him. The music was nice, and he fallowed the Cathari woman to the bar. He stuck close, perhaps closer then he meant. Clubbing generally wasn't his scene, and the mass of folk inside set him some what on edge. He was a spacer, used to living along on a ship and maybe occasionally having one or two guest stick around during a dig or a side job.

This? He wasn't entirely sure what got him here and the realization of the crept up his spine like an ice worm. Then he looked back to her, and she had glanced behind, giving him a smile.

That ice worm melted a bit, and he kept fallowing her.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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All it was was a look. A look that could melt hearts and cause lesser men and women to swoon.

"You're tense." Jonyna smirked, as she leaned against the bar. "What's your preference on poison? I'm a gin gal myself. Call me a fruity chick."

Jonyna motioned to the bartender, who didn't waste any time sliding her a martini glass. "Stirred. Anyone who likes it shaken is a pleb."

She took a sip, and looked Beltor up and down.

She was checking him out.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

The Iceworm melted, and the good Doctor found some confidence. With a small smirk, he ordered. "Fire-whiskey. A neat tumbler and two double shots, please." The Bar keep raised a brow and served him the drink. With a flick of the wrist he took up both shots, downing them in a second each.

He took a breath, nodding, the warm blush creeping across his cheeks. "That...is some good whiskey. Sweet and burns like hellfire going down." Feeling suitably lubricated, he took up the tumbler, which he found to be delightfully chilled, and leaned against the bar. "So, this is where the Mad cat her self spends her off time?"

He saw her check him out, and while flattered, kept his eyes on hers.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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"What little time I do get, yes." Jonyna smirked, walking up and brushing a hand across his cheek. "What do you do for fun, sweet thing? Come on, tell me you know how to dance. Cute thing like you? You've gotta have some moves in those old bones. I sure do."

Jonyna knew what she was doing. Her charm was known even during her days in the NJO.

And now, she was feeling frisky.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

And now, she was feeling frisky.

Well, that was forward. He didn't mind though, with a smirk he tipped back the glass and cleared half of it with out as much as a single whiskey shudder. "Oh I've been known to enjoy a dance floor or two...granted the last time I did that, I got in to a fist fight with a gamorian guard." He smiled deeper at the memory.

"Kessel spice parties are a hell of a time." The had at the cheek...he took a chance. Taking it in his, he gave it a peck before letting it go. He tipped back the rest of his whisky and took her hand again, leading her to the dance floor. Outwardly he was the picture of reserved, collected interest, with only the blush from the whisky showing.

Internally he was some where between mild panic and absolutely thrilled.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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It had been a long while since someone had led her to the dance floor.

She'd always been the one to take the lead. Not by her own volition, but just by circumstance. Giran, Sevs, Jenn, Taam...

All of them had been one whom let her lead. Whether that be through passiveness, or nerves, her chosen mates had always been reserved. She'd always been the one to drag people, sometimes kicking and screaming, to the dance floor.

The band started a new song. An old number that got Jonyna moving. Her hips were electric, her feet were practiced.

She knew how to move, that's for sure. And she loved it. She loved to move.

It made it look alive.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

It made it look alive.

And stars did she look alive. For a brief moments he just looked at her, studied her. He had spent enough time with the Jedi Master to have a pretty decent read on her, and this was something that rocked his carefully filed library of body language to the foundation. Jonyna always stood tall, but there was a subtle weight on her shoulders, a mostly well hidden sadness in her eyes that was typically over shadowed by the fire in them.

This was a different Jonyna, one truly letting go to enjoy the moment, and it made her all the more beautiful in the dazzling lights of the dance floor. Beltor...did not often dance, but between the whisky in his veins, the beat of his heart rising to match the drums from the speakers and the enrapturing sight of the Tigress in front of him, he moved.

He Danced. He didn't know the song off the top of his head, but he found the rhythm quickly and began to move with her, copying the movements and feeling the moment in a way that teetered between shear enjoyment and total sensory overload.

A distant, calculative part of his mind was still doing what years of living on his own had engrained in it self. Noting those around them, exits, entries, the weight of the gun still sitting in the holster under his arm. The rest of him wasn't. The rest of him had embraced the heady, intoxicating flow the moment.

It was better then any spice he had ever partaken of. Burned more then any whisky he had ever enjoyed.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Somewhere in that mess of movement, Jonyna snuck an arm around Beltor's waist. What started as disorganized movement, a flurry of emotion, transformed into a practiced dance.

Jonyna was testing Beltor. Asking a very important question about him in relation to her.

Could he keep up with her?

That was what she needed to know. What she needed to see. What she needed to find out.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Could he keep up with her?

Could he? He hoped so.

The arm snaking around his waist set him a bit on edge. The scars hidden underneath told a story of many such times where touches like that had ended in blood shed. Not this evening, not today. He leaned in to it, wrapping his own arm around her shoulders as they danced to the beat.

He took the initiative. With a pivot and a twirl that took her along with him he spun her around, unwinding his arm that left him holding her by the hand. As the beat swelled he pulled her back in to a second twirl that ended with dipping her back and low, holding her at the small of her back for just a few moments...

 

[Jonyna Si]

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The dip was what sealed it for her. She knew better, but she had to admit, he had a charm to him she hadn't seen in a long time. Giran, Sevs, Jenn, Taam...

And countless others she had forgotten in that moment.

She needed companionship, but it always seemed to run away from her. It always seemed to disappear.

She wasn't going to let this one.

She leaned in, and kissed him. She needed it, just as much as he needed it.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

She leaned in, and kissed him. She needed it, just as much as he needed it.

Stars above.

It was perfect. She was perfect. All teeth and tongue, he was pretty sure she nipped him on the lip at least once. He broke the kiss only to right the both of them, looking at her eyes for a moment before dipping his head and kissing her back, resuming the duel of tongues and lips. His hands cup her face and for a stretch of moments longer they continue.

He broke it a second time. Still holding her, just breathing.
"Holy shit."

 

[Jonyna Si]

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"Pretty good, eh?"

That damn smile. She knew what she was doing. She knew what she was pulling. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't help but try again.

Taam had disappeared to go to the High Republic. Jenn had gone her own way. Giran had gone to discover what had been lost. Sevs was nothing but a memory now.

She needed to move on.

That's how she justified it.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

"Pretty good, eh?"

He looked at her for a moment longer, a smirk forming on his features as some part of him registered what was happening, what she was doing. "You... miss Mad Cat, are dangerous. Dangerous indeed."


He shot a glance over to the bar keep, holding up a credit chit and tree fingers. He got a nod and turned back to Jonyna. "Sooo...what's your game here, miss Tigress? What's your plan for this?" There was mirth in his voice, and that smirk hadn't left his face. He didn't think it would for the evening at this rate.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Her response was to twirl him, so she was now holding him up.

"I dunno. Don't usually think that far ahead. Go back to my ship, take a dip in my pool, see what happens next?"

She knew the implication, but she also knew that she wasn't in any position to tell herself no. She knew what she wanted.