Public Revenge of the Club II

[Joza Perl]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City, Solstice Vine​

After a two month closure for renovations thanks to a few very drunk, very overzealous Judges who’d attempted to take down a slaving ring, Solstice Vine was finally open for business. As it turned out, there hadn’t actually been a meeting between slavers going on in one of the club booths—instead, some poor spacer was trying to start up a salvaging company with a Rodian investor. Miss Perl had spent quite a few hours berating the Judges, including one that happened to be her own daughter.

Effective as they could be when sober, they came to an agreement that the OPA operatives would work the re-opening night as additional security. Knowing Yula, Joza had her doubts about her child’s ability to resist a drink. Why couldn’t you have gone to law school, Yula. Or join one of those engineering programs. I would have paid for it!

Regardless of what had happened previously, the damage had been repaired and the nightclub reopened its doors. Already the crowd on the lower dance floor was beginning to swell, thoroughly steeped in discounted drinks. Though the second floor lacked adequate space to dance, it held a number of booths for those looking to take a break from dancing and imbibe in their favorite beverages. Floating platforms dotted the open air, clad with the alluring dancers one would expect at this establishment. Those with either connections or enough credits would be able to afford a VIP room for a more private party, perhaps a suite, or even a spot on the roof-top with the pool.

Tags: Len Vert | Brooke Waters | Allyson Locke | Olen Halcorr | Damian Starchaser | Vaylin | NOT Kyra Perl | Tulan Kor | Anesha Astapova | Ryv | Salis | Melia Siari | Jovana Valente | Danielle Mueller | Eldin Daine | Amea Virou | HRD Jalan Riyadosh | AMCO

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OOC: Remember to please avoid aggressive PVP in this thread. Barfights and bounty hunting are okay, attacking the crowds will make me a sad panda. Above all, have fun and follow the site’s general rules (keep it PG-13)!

 

[HRD Jalan Riyadosh]

The Stargazer jumped into the system at the notice of a grand opening. Bringing with it a number of guests that were eager for the reopening of Solstice Vine. The HRD was all too happy to assist in bringing in a crowd for another business, and it certainly did not hurt to have the ship on display to another gathering of large people. The systems worked quickly to plot a course down to the city, the large vessel breaking atmosphere with ease as it eased through the clouds as the top solar fins extended and caught light. If nothing else, it would at least get people talking.

Once the ship was given permissions, an escort was sent out and the stargazer eased into a place of anchor following its escort. Fees were paid and quickly thereafter, vessels beginning to ferry people out of the stargazer to the dock where they could move towards the Solstice Vine as the HRD watched quietly from the viewport of an access hallway.

The droid waited for her young charge to finish preparing, quite happy with what had been laid out for her. She had been made aware of the setting, but what one was comfortable with and what one permitted were two different things.

 

[Fillion Orville]

Was he supposed to be here? Probably not. Was he going to skip out on a party? Hell no. Fill took his job as a 'jedi informant' kinda seriously, but only when he felt he could pull something off. He set his hands into the pockets of his trench coat and set off, hoping that he wouldn't end up in the Thunderdome once again.

His YT was locked down in the star port and he had a while to go before he had to make a report back to Zemmy; besides, he could make this relevant to his job. The Solitice Vine was a well respected establishment, and Fill felt pretty good about getting some new contacts from here.

Walking to the party district, he could hear the music from several blocks away, when the smell of cheap imported death sticks lodged itself in his nostrils. His nose wrinkled in disgust, and he felt a bit of concern wash over as he sensed a man approaching him from the right. Turning his head, Fill was met with a ragged looking Human strolling towards him; wearing a dirty jumpsuit with a heavy blaster pistol in his holster. "You got alot nerve showing yourself here, Juan Diego." The man took a puff of his deathstick before throwing it to the ground. Confusion was the first thing that came to Fill's mind, as he put his hands up, slowly shifting away from the man. "Alright, you got me. I have no clue what is going on." Fill admited, eyeing the blaster that the man was openingly showing, wondering what he had stumbled into. "Juan Diego, you slimy bantha herder, you think I'd forget? Old Tavis never forgets a face. I want those baby giraffes, and I want them now." The man muttered, moving closer towards Fill, his right eye twitching with what Fill could only think of as rage as he moved forward.

Fill sighed, putting his hands back in his pockets as this man was clearly insane. Well, there was only one real way to solve the problem here; play along. "Alright, Tavis, you got me." Fill lamented, kicking the ground as he took another step off to the side, as Tavis staggered forward in response. "So you wait right here, and I'll go get those baby giraffes for you. Alright?" Fill offered a smile, hoping that the man would buy it. Tavis' face contorted in a face that hinted that he might have been perplexed. "Alright Diego, but no more tricks. I'll be right here. And I want my baby giraffes." He repeated, as he attempted to lean against a wall and fell over instead. Taking a glance, Fill concluded that the man had passed out, and moved on. Least he gained a conversation starter from the encounter; what the feth was a giraffe?

 

[Amea Virou]

This was where it all began, or at least as close to it as Amea figured she would ever truly get, at this very table, by this very railing. Amea had reached the end of her trip back into the very depths of her memories, this was the last and in many ways the first thing she could remember. A sultry Zeltron, a blonde man, and a birdperson. There were hints of Padawan misadventures, but all together it was a pretty good evening as far as Amea could recall. Which admittedly was still not a whole lot.

But hey, beside the dire mood from expository self-reflection it felt great to be back in the Outer Rim again. After a few weeks, or maybe even months, it felt good to be back amongst the people that Amea felt more comfortable calling ‘her own.’ Degenerates, murderers, people striving to create something new out of the dust and grime of an unsettled planet, the very heart of what made life matter: strife and accomplishments, two very familiar concepts by this point.

With a sip of her admittedly Core-like fruit-based and brightly colored pink drink Amea sent herself into the start of a buzz. Hopefully one that was as good as she seemed to recall her last stay at this club had been.

 

[Danielle Mueller]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City, Solstice Vine.
Wearing: Civilian Apparel

​

The Police droids and the Security droids had so far neglected to pay Danielle attention enough to demand her identification, fortunate for her that the Shorak people were bigger built in body mass, tone and muscle that she had probably passed for someone of legal drinking age. Cali Ziiva and Aadya Volke would be so proud of her right now, Dani could almost hear them chanting her on in the back of her imagination.

She had managed to sneak in along with a group of slightly older folk she had bumped into outside of the Club. A polite and pretty smile, and the mind not to give her real age and soon they were inviting her to come join them for a drink or two.

Having passed the first line of defense (the bouncer), she wandered into the vast room, dark and bright at the same time, flashing lights streaming across the area, boys and girls of all ages dancing closely together while others manned the tables or the bar itself and drank while chatting and trying to get lucky in the evening atmosphere.

Dee had never been to a place like this before, yet the excitement was written all across her face as she blindly followed the others, her eyes on all these new people who seemed to be enjoying themselves. There were drinks of all colors either in their hands or on the tables in front of them, another challenge she would need to pass in due time (choosing a nice drink for the first time).

However, before she had realized it, the others had gotten themselves lost amidst the crowd. Or perhaps it was more the case that she had lost them. "Um...Crap" she muttered to herself, inaudible under the sounds of the heavy music, the bass thumping across the club floor.

Oh well, what better way to learn how to swim, than to be thrown in head first, right?

 

[Melia Siari]

S H A M E L E S S​

Tonight she wasn't at the helm of a dreadnought, she wasn't a faceless war criminal championing a pyrrhic war, tonight she was just another alcoholic getting her drink on and trying to dance. Beneath her, normally, grim exterior and pressed military dress was a woman that wanted to let off as much steam as the waitress that just had the worst shift in the last six cycles. She was three drinks in already, drinking Corellian whiskey straight from a glass without a speck of ice or mix-ins in sight. The cold burn of alcohol as it raced down her throat and the dull ache behind her temples was exactly the start to the long night she needed.

Melia Siari, Zeltron ice queen, stood at the edge of the bar on the first floor of the Solstice Vine, a drink in one hand and her hip in the other. Her elbow, the one fixed to the arm that held the drink she was sipping from to her lips, helped prop herself up as she leaned with it into the top of the bar. Tired green eyes scanned the patrons, trying to find an easy hit - someone who was looking for a good time, but not a long one. Outside of uniform, and far from a place where she expected to be recognized, the Zeltron was a near stark one-eighty from her haughty professional attitude - cold, still, but aloof and interested, not at all the cruel sociopath she was warped into when she was addressed as Admiral.

She was about to lose interest in the prospect of enjoying anything beyond an endless round of lukewarm shots when her gaze fixed itself on someone that caught her eye. Whether she had just shown up, or whether she'd been here the entire time, Melia couldn't be sure, but what she was certain of - as she drained her glass and slid her credit chip across the bar to the scantily-clothed bartender - was that she had found her prey. Leaving the glass behind, and the credit chip with the bartender to keep her tab open, the Zeltron in her little black dress sauntered her way towards Jovana Valente as her face adopted an expression that mirrored her confident body language.

 

[Len Vert]

Alchohol and Dancing

When both those words had been mention, Len knew he had to go to this bar. He had been in a far share of bars in his life...and thrown out as well. But that wasn't to stop him from his one goal: To get NERFING drunk and forget the entire night. A smile broke out across his face. He had found cheap parking for his X-Wing, which was also a plus. Not that he should be flying home anyways, but that was besides the point.

Strolling down the street he could hear the music from far away. This was already going to be an amazing night. A passed out man was muttering a few words to himself.

"Gir...gir...ffes. My giraffes. Yes..."

The man passed out again, his head hitting the ground. He stopped before the man. Leaning down, Len spoke into the man's ear.

"Wild night huh?"

He waited for a few seconds. But after no reply he shrugged and continued on his way. The man muttered something to himself again, but he was too far away to hear him. After a little bit more walking Len finally made it to the club. He could almost feel the ground shaking. The bouncer just let Len right through, not checking his I.D. It helped that he looked like he was a frequent customer. He laughed a quick laugh to himself.

Strolling up to the bar he saw the bartender cleaning some glass cups. He set down the one he was holding and looked up.

"What can I get for you my friend."

Len thought for a second. Almost any drink tasted to good to him. As long as it had alchohol, he liked it. He decided to try something new.

"Got any house specials?"

The man scratched his stubble, thinking. After about thirty seconds the man stuck his finger up. He was happy, like he remembered it was his anniversary before his wife told him.

"I got just the thing for you."

Running back into the kitchen, the bartender began to make the drink. Turning to face the dance floor, Len got a look at the ladies out there. A few humans there, a couple Twi'leks over there and...holy Bantha poodoo. There was an Ewok out there shaking it like no other. Trying to contain his laughter he turned back to the bar. But, eventually he had too much. The laugh just spilled out of him. Some people started to stare, but he didn't mind. The bartender came out after a minute with a green, bubbling drink.

"What is your name my friend?"

"Len, Len Vert."

Laughing, the bartender handing him the drink. Len took a drink and it immediately went straight to his head.

"Nice to meet you Len. You aren't going to remember this night, that is for sure."

He took another drink before setting the glass down. It was very strong. A drunken smile across his face, he confidently strutted out onto the dance floor.

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry for the long lost. I just had a really good vision set and I wanted to put it all down. Ladies, I hope you are ready to dance!

 

[Olen Halcorr]

Location: Solstice Vine Club, Bespin

Why had he agreed to do this? Olen had been caught up in nonstop battle and being honest with himself, his psyche needed a rest. But he was a military officer and a pilot of all things, it was hard to get out of that mindset just like that. Somewhat symbolically, he hadn't brought his X-Wing to this occasion but had managed to muster up a light freighter that he'd used during his teenage years on Lysatra. Touching down at the pad, he seemed to be extremely unfamiliar with the masses of civilians who seemed to mill around with no singular purpose. It was a foreign environment, one that even the most seasoned of explorers probably had trouble navigating.

The blonde combat pilot waded out into the sea of people. He'd got some vague directions to the club but not any that'd give him a definite description. He heard music coming from a particular building on a street corner and decided to take his chances. Olen didn't really seem dressed for a party with his blue jacket which included white flank panels, trousers, a turtleneck and brown shoes which he only wore for special occasions, which was usually never. The stocky bouncer seemed a little wary but allowed him in. As he entered, the noise seemed deafening but it was a song that he liked.

Perhaps the civvie life wasn't so bad. Gaggles of men and women dancing to the song was what captured him. He went straight to the bartender to go and collect himself a drink. "Hey bud, could I get a Jawa juice, please." He seemed pretty hurried and almost a little nervous, perhaps the alcohol would calm him and get him into the dancing mood.

The bartender raised an eyebrow before giving a hearty chuckle. "You look like you've seen a ghost kid, you're at a party, relax, enjoy yourself." The latter part of the sentence was one that seemed even far-fetched. "Have you never been to a club before?"

Quickly shaking his head, the bartender went round back, coming back a few minutes later with a full cup of his coveted Jawa juice. Olen came to the conclusion that it was best not to jump right into the action for the first few minutes. His attempts at flirting were mediocre at best and he was here to pretty much let off steam. He sort of hovered round the edge of the group of the dancing men and women who seemed to be having the time of their lives. The same most definitely couldn't be said for him.

"Oh kriff it." He was here to have fun and in a few weeks, he'd be back in active combat against all matter of evils that threatened the GA, he might as well have a go at 'flirting', the core skill that had eluded him for so long. Eyeing up a young woman who seemed just as confused as he was ( Amea Virou ). A shuffle seemed in order as he tried to look like he was dancing somewhat as he moved towards her position. He took another swig of Jawa juice, the alcohol seemed to give him confidence. It made him bold. "Hey, I've never really done.. this before. Can I get you a drink?"

Another sip of jawa juice, just for the extra confidence. He was Olen Halcorr. He was invincible.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

My Friends and I
Vaylin
​

Friends look out for each other. Even if you're a mighty Sith with the ability to level buildings through sheer force of will, when your friend's heart gets broken, you are to have their back. This is what brought Kaalia to Bespin, with Vaylin in tow. When the woman heard of what Adriana Fortemps had done she immediately dropped her business and picked the zabrak up for a night out. Vaylin was going to need some distraction and Kaalia was keen on helping out with that.

This is what brought the Valkyrie duo to Bespin. A planet on the opposite end of the galaxy, far away from anything that could possibly bring up any memories. Kaalia was going to make sure Vaylin's troubles wouldn't exist tonight, whether it be through the bottle or someone to spend the night with. The redhead nodded along to the music that spilled out of the club and into the streets surrounding it, dragging Vaylin along to the entrance. Even if she had wanted to refuse, she had been given no choice.

"All of your drinks are on me tonight," Kaalia said to Vaylin as she looked over her shoulder, her tone implying there wasn't any room for negotiation. "And don't you dare hold back." After finally working their way through the line to get inside, the woman set her sights on the bar. She herself had lost the ability to feel the effects of alcohol years ago, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the burn of a good Corellian whiskey going down. Vaylin was pulled along again.

"First one to set the mood."

 

[Jalan Riyadosh]

The young woman blinked as she entered the access hallway where her guardian was, burgundy eyes turning to see the floating city as the vessels moved back and forth with the never ending task of ferrying people to the new business. The HRD had said something about using the opportunity to garner favor for it's business; Her business. It was still a strange thought, owning something before you or it were ever thought to have possibly existed. Turning her attention to the HRD, Jalan pulled at the jacket the outfit had.

"Why the jacket?" Her words carried a hint of tone, confusion it seemed. The droid did not turn, accessing Jalan's gaze instead of looking itself. Jalan shuddered at the connection, her eyes not her own for a short span of time as the droid pulled back from the connection and finally turned to address her. Jalan's hair was let down, cascading down and softly splitting on her shoulders as the droid gave her the attention she had asked for.

Is there an issue with the ensemble? Cream colored eyes looked her over, the barest nod at the recognition that everything was as it should have been. Eyes returned to her, she cast a glance down before speaking again.

"It seems...pointless?" Again, a tone casting towards confusion, eyes moving to the droid. "Something to lose, or-" It is fashionable, and can help cover you in case you become chilled. Keep it on. Now, go. Mingle. I will be staying aboard the Stargazer.

"Will you be using that connection again?" Jalan shifted the small hint of tone from confusion to something closer to irritation. The droid blinked, pausing mid turn before examining her young charge. Is my using the connection an issue? "It could be, yes. It does temporarily place me in a situation of complete blindness, and heightens my heart rate." The cream colored eyes looked out of the view port, processing the words before responding.

Should you have need of me, simply tap our connection. I will leave your eyes alone unless you have need for me to use them. The HRD replied softly, far more inflection in its voice than the living person beside her. Burgundy eyes blinked and watched the droid before turning to leave.

---

The shuttle ride was a surprisingly quick one, whether it was the fact that she was recognized as the owner of the Stargazer or just the need to be quick for the most trips possible within a short time. It didn't matter as she rifled through the pockets and found the credit chit, storing it in a different pocket before rifling through once more and finding her identification. Docking, she gave her appreciation for the ride before heading towards the place where the re-opening was occurring. The walk was equally quick, eyes watching the man on the ground outside the business and hearing something about a counting number of baby giraffes.

Her eyes lingered, listening to his breathing before moving on. The neon tunnel had enough light that the dark corners that crept along her peripheral was kept at bay and allowed her to walk through. The inside however, that was another story. She remembered the droid speaking of her genetics, and of being light-blind even with the cybernetic eyes. Something to do with the way her brain processed visuals that even the other bit of cyber-ware could not assist.

It was a strange sensation, the bright lights creating a dazzling display before the darkness created blindspots for the half-hapan. She made for what seemed like a gathering place for refreshments, and something better lit than the show that was happening around her. Arriving at the bar, she was surprised by the request for beverage order, eyes wide for a moment as she was dreadfully unprepared to place an order.

"A...surprise...me?" Her voice caught, obviously unaware of what to ask for. A look from the bartender had them beginning to mix something. They paused, giving her another look and adding something else to the tumbler in their hands before asking another question.

"You have id?"

"Yes, I have identification."

"You a droid?"

"No, I am near human."

"Oh force. Just show me your id so I don't get in trouble." She blinked at the request, presenting the identification to a drawm set of eyebrows. "The feth is a stargazer?"

"The large vessel floating in atmosphere. It is a casino, and resort. We charted a course here to aid in the re-opening of the Solstice Vine by bringing additional guests. Supporting local business is a must and we-" The tumblr stopped and cut her off, a glass brought forward and the contents poured out. Before she could speak again however, the bartender almost seeming to retreat with haste rather than continue the conversation. Taking the glass, she took a sniff of the drink and noted the fruity aroma's from it before taking a sip and realizing the intended purpose of the fruit infusions. "Quite flavorful."

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City - Solstice Vine
Outfit: Casual (Just minus the metal, and pointy things >.>)
Kaalia Pavanos
​

The Zabrak should've known better than to not expect some response from Kaalia. Years back when she had started dating Jorryn, the Kro Varian didn't exactly approve. Apparently seeing something in the Echani that she didn't like, and had warned the Zabrak to be careful. Vaylin had brushed it off, enjoying her company with Jorryn despite it. Albeit back then it was purely physical, love not entering the equation until further down the line. But even then, I don't think anyone expected it to end the way it had.

Vaylin had been in her office at the time, aboard the Serran. Which made it not at all surprising to hear Kaalia had arrived, but the Zabrak had not expected the woman to have made a beeline to her room. It brought a measure of happiness, amongst Vaylin's smothered emotions. To know that even to this day, the redhead would drop what she was doing in order to help.

It didn't stop Vaylin from raising some protest, if only a little.

"You sure you want to keep to that? I told you, it's going to take a lot of drinks." The look she got from Kaalia was enough of an answer, Vaylin sighed. Honestly, she hadn't a clue how much it would take for her to feel any effect. It would be very interesting to test though, to see if the dulled emotions from the ritual would have stretch over to alcohol.

She let herself be dragged, having learned the lesson years ago that you didn't disagree with Kaalia. They reached the entrance, worked their way through the line and got inside the nightclub itself. It had been years since Vaylin had set foot in an establishment owned by Joza Perl . The last time had ended with her trashing a good part of it in a fight. Hopefully tonight would be just as eventful, but with much less destruction.

Taking up a place at the bar with Kaalia, the Zabrak waited until a bartender was free. She looked around in the meantime, towards those who had already arrived. Gaze falling on others at the bar like Jalan Riyadosh, before her attention was drawn away by someone asking for her request. "Hit me with whatever is heaviest." Kaalia suggested to set a mood, so Vaylin did just that.

 

[Tulan Kor]

​

Blue eyed devil that he was, Tulan Kor was a man of many things.

Violence, mystery, intrigue, a shady past, shady dealings, extreme lethality, and of course- indulgence in the things that many would be considered taboo, or generally frowned upon. Under the rough exterior, lay an equally rough man committed to his mission. The mission, of course, was looming on the horizon of his mind, screaming at the challenge that he was facing.

So, after it all, the fight at Yurb, the mission after mission, Tulan....

Took a break. Just a week, just a week off.

But he could never shed that... visage. He always carried that around. The soldier part of him. The tattoos, the scars, the look in his bright blue eyes.

Tulan was running from the devil while having the Reaper at his side. He emanated death and violence, and no matter how much he dressed down, no matter how much he relaxed, he could never shake that. It was embedded in him, from the Sith, to the Alliance, to the Hutts, to the Silver Jedi of all places now. He carried it like a backpack, like a big, ugly, stupid backpack.

But at least here, it was dark enough that people may have not seen that all too much.

He sauntered up to the bar, shorter than most there- and especially shorter than one short-haired Zeltron. He got something dark, something straight to start him off. The fruiter and more brightly colored the drinks Tulan had, the more likely he was going to do something stupid. But for now, that stupid grin on his face was aimed right at the Zeltron at the end of the bar.

Hope she liked beards.

Melia Siari

 

[Alistair Abbott]

Location: Bespin | Cloud City | Solstice Vine
Status: Tending the Bar
Clothing: Scantily Clad (Not by Choice)
Nearby: Melia Siari | Len Vert | Olen Halcorr | Jalan Riyadosh |

He secured his ‘uniform’ in place and let out a resigned sigh. It was little more than shoes, shorts, and an apron – not exactly the outfit he would have chosen. He supposed he should be grateful though; the establishment had taken a big risk on hiring a nobody bartender from Tatooine. Plus, he needed the money.

He made his way through bright lights and blaring music, toward the first floor. With a small nod to his co-workers, he slid behind his part of the bar and started his shift.

- - - - -
​

Alistair watched the Zeltron finish the last of her whiskey, scooping up the credit chip that slid his way - securing it safely under the bar. It took only a brief moment after the pink woman left for her spot to be replaced. The man had an easy grin, and posture that suggested he was a club regular. "What can I get for you my friend?" Alistair said cheerily, setting the now clean cups aside. The newcomer considered for a moment before asking for the house specials, prompting Alistair to wince. The would-be-bartender could barely remember the menu, let alone specials. Pretending to consider the options, Alistair stroked his chin (was that stubble? Force, he should have shaved) before blurting something out and running into the kitchen.

He’d embarrassed himself enough and didn’t particularly want the man to remember him, thus he needed something strong. Working quickly, he whipped up a Dagobah Slug Slinger and delivered it to the man waiting at the bar. "What is your name, my friend?" Alistair asked. The man replied as he handed over the drink. "Nice to meet you Len” Alistair said, unable to supress a laugh. “You aren't going to remember this night, that is for sure". He watched in amusement as the man strutted onto the dance floor.

- - - - -​

He barely had a chance to wipe down the bench before the next customer approached. He was about the same height as Alistair, with a shock of blonde hair and startling grey eyes. He asked after a Jawa Juice, his manner as stiff as his posture.

"You look like you've seen a ghost kid” Alistair said. “You're at a party, relax, enjoy yourself". Poor guy looked nervous and highly strung, perhaps he was one of those army boys on leave. "Have you never been to a club before?" The blonde-haired man shook his head and Alistair decided not to broach the subject further. He cursed silently at the order of Jawa Juice, another drink that was kept in the kitchen and not the bar. He ran off to retrieve the liquor, bringing it back and pouring out a little extra for the nervous nelly. As he watched the man walk away, he wished him the best of luck under his breath.

- - - - -​

A raven-haired woman approached the bar, with a distracted look in her eyes. “What can I get you?” Alistair said, as he passed off another customer’s drink. The woman looked taken aback. "A...surprise...me?" Alistair sighed inwardly. So many people tonight were playing dealer’s choice. He was used to the poor, battered Tatooine clients – who’d only ever order the same old ale day in and out. He stared making a T-16 Skyhopper, grabbing the appropriate bottles from nearby. "You have ID?" he asked, not looking up. “Yes, I have identification” she replied. He glanced up, put off by the formal response. The woman had red eyes, as dark as wine. ‘Beautiful’ Alistair thought. ‘But unnatural’.

“Are you a droid?” Alistair asked, hesitantly. The woman replied in the negative, saying she was near human. "Oh force” Alistair spluttered. “Just show me your ID so I don't get in trouble". The woman slid the piece of plastic across the bar. He scooped it up, his brow furrowing as he read the details. "The feth is a stargazer?"

He immediately regretted asking, as the woman started explaining the word’s origin in far too much detail. He smiled politely, nodding, and quickly finished the drink’s preparation. Once it was done, he slid the glass over and beat a hasty retreat to the other end of the bar.

 

[Amea Virou]

Olen Halcorr

Strobe lights carved a path across the mind, impulses and desires became a bit harder to truly contain. Amea leaned further into the railing to let her lower back nearly curve itself around it. On the table she still had her ‘Zeltron on the Beach.’ Her fingers grasped at the stem of the tall glass with care not to seemingly snap it in half, thin as it was. As she raised the glass to her lips to take another sip she found herself interrupted by a man who with a clumsy two-left-footed shuffle seemed to offer her a drink.

Amea blinked, and she stared, and that lasted for a bit as she gave the offer a considerable amount of thought. He was a stranger, he had approached her, and this was naturally how people met in these situations. Amea continued to blink until finally, with a snap, she swept her head back to down what remained of her drink and wiped away the liquid around her mouth with her bare arm.

“Sure,” She said and put the glass down on the table. “I’ve been approached in worse ways.”

Like that one time on Tatooine when someone had thought that staring at her and then promptly throwing a punch before running away had been a good idea. That had been an interesting cantina-wide brawl to say the least.

Still, this man was… Well, first off barking up the wrong tree but there was hardly any reason to tell him that just yet. At least not when there was at least the one free drink up for grabs.

“Name’s Amea, though I suppose around here they know me as Tracey.” She gave a shrug. “... It’s a long story. I’ll tell you over that drink you definitely just promised me, Mister… ?”

 

[Olen Halcorr]

Amea Virou Alistair Abbott

A large grin formed across the pilot's face. It had actually worked? The jawa juice seemed to be doing wonders for him and his self-confidence. "Good to meet you, Amea. My name's Olen." He made sure not to reveal his full name just yet as he did not want himself to be recognised and swarmed by people. He'd been told that Twin Suns Squadron had garnered quite a reputation through their exploits across the galaxy.

"Hey, I'd be down to hear it."

Perhaps this was a mistake, generally, he wasn't the best at flirting, average at best. Though, he deserved to be happy and have a go at this mystical art of flirtation. He strode up towards the bartender, hoping that he had enough credits to satisfy the demand. He didn't seem as nervous and shaken as before and all his inhibitions seemed to have magically dissipated into thin air, a little suspicious to say the least.

"A drink for the lady please. Amea, what you having?" He queried, leaning on the side of the counter. A curious fellow is what one might describe him as, but apart from being a combat pilot, he did not see himself as particular interesting in the sense that he didn't bring an amazing amount to the table.

That wasn't to say that the pilot didn't feel the pressure of chatting up a woman, at a nightclub of all places. He took periodic glances at the woman whom he was attempting to buy a drink for. Attractiveness seemed to radiate from her, she had short brown hair which seemed to accentuate her semi-rounded face. He was a pilot, so analysis came easy to him and he had to stop himself from staring intently.

He couldn't help but compare this to a combat situation, he had this one shot and if he overshot his mark, he was dead. He wouldn't blow this opportunity.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

The question whether she really wanted to keep to her promise was quite amusing to Kaalia. She stopped having to worry about credits a long time ago, and came in knowing full well that it was going to take a hefty number of drinks before it would get through to Vaylin's system. No, Kaalia had been in for the long haul before they had even arrived here, and in full confidence. Regardless of what Vaylin had done to bury her emotions and ability to feel much of anything and despite how much the redhead disagreed with the decision, once Kaalia Voldaren-Pavanos considered you a friend, she would have your back whenever you most needed it. That was called loyalty, and that word meant a lot to her.

Vaylin put in her order and Kaalia rose up her hand after she did so, drawing the barkeep's attention. "Plus one. Here's my credstick and keep the tab open, put all of her drinks on it too," she said while pointing towards her friend. That way, if something or someone caught Vaylin's attention, Kaalia didn't have to stick around when the time came to let her be. Ishana Pavanos already knew Kaalia was here and was already on her way, so Kaalia wouldn't have to spend the rest of the night alone were that to happen.

Coincidentally, she had already seen that the Zabrak had taken notice of Jalan Riyadosh 's presence and upon receiving their drinks, Kaalia decided to see if she could notch Vaylin a bit more towards the woman. First things first though, the redhead rose her glass. "To a bloody brilliant night," she said before downing the shot and slamming the glass back down onto the bar. The kick of a strong drink never got old, even if the intoxicating part no longer got to her. "Now let's go make sure you get all the banthachit out of your system."

Vaylin ​

 

[Jovana Valente]

Jo lost herself to the music her body moved in time with the beat. On Bespin she could get lost she was far from the politics of the Core, far from the underground railroad that routinely took her into Sith space. She could relax in her little party dress, a light blue summer dress that hinted at her time on a tropical world right before Bespin. Men and women found their way toward Jo, so she didn't mind dancing with whoever happened by. The club, was a club, a place where bodies, and souls lost themselves to drink, drug or dance or a combination of all them. She wasn't interested in the former choices, but the last as dancing was how she relaxed. There wasn't much to her name and any drink she had came by the way of people trying to go home with her.​

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The lights were dim on this side of the dance floor, and Jo seemed content to be just one of the people here. She hadn't noticed anyone walking toward her muchless sauntering, at least until she turned and glanced toward Melia Siari and that was when she noticed. A hot Zeltron in black, making her way like a woman with a mission. Jovana admittedly grinned and motion to the woman with that come hither finger wave. Even if all the alarms in the back of Jo's mind told her not to get near this woman. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, perhaps it was the look in this woman's eyes or maybe both but Jo was instantly drawn to her. ​

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She wanted to see if the woman could dance, and dance with her - match her, move for move. There were no lightsabers tonight, no blasters, no one to fight only maybe someone to have, to hold and to love for the night. Maybe, if she played her cards right. Vente Mi Amor.​

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[Charlie Nooran]

"Just breathe in and out," Charlie said quietly as she marched her way awkwardly toward the door of her friend. Her movements were almost robotic as she swung her arms at her side, trying to be as smooth as possible. Stopping at Auteme's door, Charlie stared at it as she rehearsed the lie she was going to tell the girl. Auteme wasn't the type to have willingly volunteered to go to a club or party, or anything. She was always studying and consistently bettering her brain. Charlie, on the other hand, was interested in learning combat and video games. The two were nothing alike but seemed to get along for the most part. ​

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Clearing her throat after standing at the padawan's door for almost a half-hour, Charlie knocked and waited to deliver the elaborate story. Hopefully, it didn't take too much convincing to drag the padawan out to the club - err the fun time learning laboratory. ​

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Charlie grinned.​

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Everything was going according to plan. Charlie had somehow managed to convince Auteme to tag along, and they were on their way into the club. Useful ol Jedi mind tricks were a blessing in disguise, and the two padawans entered the loud club. Music blared, and Charlie reached out to grab Auteme's hand. Not looking the girl in the eye, she babbled, with her voice raised so that she could hear her. "It's just so we don't lose each other!" The Seoulian grinned and continued to drag her, possibly not so thrilled partner through the crowd.​

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The lights and the music danced around her, she could feel the beats in her chest. Everything was so exhilarating and filled with excitement. Her hand let go of Auteme's and threw them in the air, waving them with the beat of the song. Never in her life had she experienced such emotion as this excitement. Head bobbed to the beat as her short raven black hair swayed back and forth. Every ounce of her enjoyed this moment, but then she remembered her friend. "Auteme! Come dance with me!" ​

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Once more, she reached for her hand to drag her to the dance floor.​

Auteme ​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Bespin //:
//: Cloud City //: Solstice Vine //:
//: Outfit //:
//: Open to any & all interaction //:

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A Corellian has rocket fuel for blood when they should really have whiskey for it. The quote always made Allyson chuckle, her temper and energy were like rocket fuel, but the Force knew it was whiskey that kept her alive. Allyson had decided to take a break for the evening, be herself for once if that was at all possible. A hand ran through her dark brown hair, letting it cascade around her as she entered the club. Music played pounding in her chest, making her forget everything that was happening. At this moment, she was no one, just someone enjoying the flow of the song. ​

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Heels tapped along the floor, deafened by the steady beat, she made her way towards the bar and smiled sweetly at the bartender, striking up a playful conversation. The girl was easy to talk to, knew it, and helped her with her work. Pretending everything was okay and being the one thing the other person could trust. Thinking about it, she could feel the creeping shadow of reality cowering over her. A shot of Corellian whiskey burned her throat, and the shadow disappeared for the time being. ​

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“That’s the good stuff, I’ll take it neatly now.” The bartender nodded and quickly grabbed the top shelf and poured it for the woman in a bucket glass. She took a seat at the bar, her clothing casual enough, but still leaving little to the imagination. As she waited for the bartender to slide her drink, she glanced around, seeing people she assumed she recognized. There were too many faces, at times, rolling in her mind. Eyes settled on the following faces as she quickly was able to place them. One was the Spacer named Amea Virou she had run into a long bit ago, and she had a weird air of familiarity. The man she spoke to was Olen Halcorr ; she had received his dossier from the SIA when he joined. Apparently, he was a pretty snazzy pilot. Allyson made a mental note to talk to him eventually, but he seemed to be caught up in conversation. ​

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Emerald eyes continued as she couldn’t place the others, she noticed Jyoti’s daughter Charlie. An eyebrow raised, but tonight she decided to just make sure the girl didn’t get into too much trouble. As she finished her scan, eyes fell upon a certain Zabrak. The small hairs on the back of her neck stood up quickly as she instantly recognized Vaylin . Of all the places to run into the Zabrak, why did it have to be here? “Miss?” The bartender looked at Allyson and handed her the drink. “Oh, yeah, thanks.” She slipped him a few credits as a tip and then focused her emerald gaze on the whiskey. ​

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She relaxed her mind as she took the first sip. The place was massive, and it seemed she was with a friend. Allyson exhaled deeply as she nodded, she was okay to relax. She kept reminding herself that there were too many people in this club to be picked out of the crowd. Allyson shrugged and took another sip.​

 

[Amea Virou]

Olen Halcorr // Alistair Abbott

Olen. Amea put the name to memory and follow along as he took them over towards the bar. While she certainly would have wanted to point out that they were going for different styles here, that could wait until after she had gotten that drink. Amea’s style being trash, and Olen’s being a bit more refined. Say, maybe eleven or thirteen levels more refined. It put him up there in the spotty territory between too much, and yet it also put him in the sweet spot where if he dared push his luck he could add a thing or two.

Amea personally kept it clean. The bare basics and her wrist-mounted holo-device. There was nothing more that she needed. Well, maybe a neat jacket but she had the bad tendency to forget them all over the place, Loske had at least two of them by now.

“Another Zeltron on the Beach.” Amea said to the bartender and turned her attention back towards Olen. “I think my friend here would like one as well. Said he wants to shake things up a bit, try new things. Expand his horizons.”

It wasn’t exactly the most macho of drinks, but that would admittedly have been the point. This was a chance encounter, and if it went south Olen would find himself with a delicious, almost painfully pink drink to devour. And hey, if he kept staring like he did he was practically already halfway there. He was sizing her up, and as much as Amea would have liked to say it was because he was interested in that very moment, she knew the difference between a prospecting glance and a probing one.

This definitely came across the latter.

“So, I take it you’re here for some sort of business trip?” Amea asked and made a sweeping motion to point at the man’s outfit and snap him out of his stare. “What do you do, Olen?”