Paradise City: Zeltrons Gone Wild

[Aspen Dray]

Pradise City, a den for all types of licivious debauchery. Nothing was really knew in the capitol city of the pleasure planet. All things were permissible, but not all things were beneficial, but that didn’t really put a stop to what seemed like a never ending party. It truly was the planet that never slept, and the “Violet Blue” was at the center of it.

The night club owned owned by the rather infamous Avalon Gray was the one place that always seemed to have whatever you were into. The Zeltron Crime Boss could always be quoted asking Yus patterns, “What’s your vice?” It was displayed under the neon sign which never seemed to have a burnt out bulb as the owner was particular about the environment he wanted to create. He loved his club, but he loved his customers more, and not one would go unsatisfied.

From several blocks away the music carried its rhythmic beat. Like a siren’s call to wayward sailors, the music drew in the unsuspecting and the regulars alike. Tonight was no different. Patrons came from all over to see what Avalon up his sleeve tonight, and among them was Aspen Dray.

The young pirate was nothing short of flamboyant, but tame compared to the club’s owner. Truth be told the half Zeltron didn’t come across as being mixed as he took to after his mother more than he should. His outfit deviated from the typical attire one expected of a space pirate, after all, Aspen liked to show off his style. He wasn’t working tonight, so he didn’t have to dress like he was.

Aspen took up residence at the bar where he quickly found a glass of rum in his hand. He grabbed the glass and took the bottle with him to a table that seemed to be plenty visible. Tonight was a night for all kinds of fun, and to meet new people. Granted, Aspen really wanted one thing, he wanted to connect with this part of his heritage. It was an important part of who he was. There was one catch, his mother was coming. That meant anything was possible tonight. After all, Avalon was the closest thing to a brother in law she was going to have. Her sister was in bed with the man. It might as well be a family affair, and the more Zeltons, the better.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

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Zeltros, Paradise City, The Bar, Assumedly Evening
Siren's Lament | Interacting with Nobody, At The Moment | [member="Aspen Dray"] ~ Almost Human ~ "Heart untethered, I was chosen."
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Fething Zeltros.

It seemed ironic, to have a pink-skinned-local so morose about coming home, but, well, Lyn did run away. At sixteen, no less. On a freighter. Never to be seen again, to reach the echelons of stardom, to then be thrown away uselessly after taking the ride all the way to the Netherworld.

So here the young, annoyed, confused Zeltron sat, dressed a bit too nicely for the establishment. A decidedly stiff, cold drink in hand and a matching a bleak expression across her face. She watched the hard liquor swirl with every boring rotation of her wrist idly, amber gaze occasionally lifting from her beverage to sweep the rest of Paradise City's occupants. The majority were like her; shades of red and magenta and, of course, pink. A cyan brow raised curiously upon spotting someone decidedly of mixed race, one [member="Aspen Dray"], though there was no way for Lyn to know that. She'd been away chasing stardust too long to know any regulars in this place, God, the whole planet even -- Much less any pirates or their criminal boss extended families.

Pheromones were no doubt in the air but, not even that could shake the brooding from this Zeltron. No, she missed the void. A certain void. The feeling of feeling nothing through her sixth senses whenever eyes met.

Damn him. Damn him and his--

Lynnori knocked the drink back in one impressive gulp, setting the glass face-down followed by a crooning voice towards the bartender, "Another." She'd never embraced too much of her own culture. Maybe tonight that'd make her feel better about being stood up for weeks.

 

[Aspen Dray]

Aspen tried not to make it his responsablity to help people that loooed as though they were trapped in a pit of self pity, but when the looo of it came from a Zeltron... He was already on his feet with the bottle of rum and his glass in hand as he simply sat down at the table where [member="Lynnori Cruz"] was sitting. Usually one asked first, but Aspen had no time for the common courtesies of typical society. Zeltros had nothing close to typical society. He honestly loved the planet.

The second or whatever nunber drink she had ordred was interceoted. Yes, Aspen has been watching long enough to knownhat she was trying to drown her sorrows. It was an odd thought for someone of their species to do, at least in his experience. The one thought is what made this a curious experience, and it was better he find her than Avalon Gray. The club owner wouldn’t leave her a line until she was happy.

“You’re looking a little down for a Zeltron on Zeltros,” he said as he slid the refill she’d ordered her way. “So, who are we drinking to forget tonight?

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

Zeltros, Paradise City, The Bar, Assumedly Evening
Siren's Song | Interacting with [member="Aspen Dray"] | Whomever Shows ~ Almost Human ~ "To be a victim without choosing."
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"Yes, well," Lyn sighed out over her drink, amber eyes looking up at the man she'd easily call a 'young upstart' with an expression crossed between bitter and amused, "I'm used to breaking the norm when it comes to us." True enough. Beautifully dysfunctional, that one. Perfectly imperfect. Pink lips touched the glass, knocking clear liquid back down her throat in a smooth and completely 'Zeltron' manner of downing beverages.

"What else do we drink to forget? People. Girls, guys, what-have-you." A guy.

Who was very much around and just not calling.

Humans, it turns out, are bad at being human.

She set the glass down with disregarding courtesy, more or less subtly dropping it back on the table yet it landed upright, not a drop spilt, "Who are you drinking to forget? If anyone. Or maybe you're drinking to meet someone. You don't look full Zeltron to me. What's the other half, Hutt?" She could have probably said something funnier there, something with sharper wit, but, well, she was beyond ensuring jokes stuck.

 

[Aspen Dray]

Right, well at least she could admit it. Aspen for one didn't care one way or another whether or not she fit the stereotype. His own adoption of it for nights like this was simply because he had taken a hard and fast left turn from the values his grandfather tried to force down his throat. At least he had been write about one thing. She was drinking to forget someone.

"Okay, so this what-have-you have a name?"

It wasn't his place to ask especially when they hadn't even had any kind of proper introduction. However, she was not happy looking, and in the Violet Blue no one was left sulking for too long. Of course Aspen was only going to pry as far as he was allowed, but enough booze in a person, and that boundary got thinner and thinner. The rum he had brought with him, thinking his mother was actually going to show, was poured into the glass that came with it. He certainly wasn't going to leave her drinking alone, especially when that seemed to be part of the reason she had a sullen look about her.

"Hutt... really, you've got to have better material than that," Aspen retorted with some sarcasm before taking a drink from his glass. Human... or so I am told. My mother is a Zeltron, my father was human. Was being the key word here because apparently he died like a hero or something like that."

In other words, Aspen never knew his father.

"The name is Aspen, buy you another drink?"

[member="Lynnori Cruz"]