Skyline Invitational

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Club Palace, Coruscant

The high life. Coruscant at times could rival the best of them. In splendor, beauty, and in magic. Today's event was a birthday party for a wealthy aristocrat who just also happened to be a dashing bachelor. Two facts that no doubt attracted the districts most available women. Well, and the party bar of course.

Sam Jhovna, recently Jedi Jhovna, was in sparkling attendance. Not for herself but at the cunning behest of her female friends. She had been away on Tython for so long now that the girl's felt they never saw her anymore. So today was ladies night and the Club Palace was the perfect place to dance the night away.

The construction on the inside was a glamorous peach marble with dark finishes and tall yellow ferns. The lighting was kept dim, the walkways illuminated, and the stone floor echoed softly under your heel. Perfectly senatorial to all appearances though the dress code was understandably loose tonight for the party. The bar and the dance floor had a marvelous crystalline theme that reminded Sam of a Zeltros Disco in Blue. Oh, and there were stray balloons littering the floor everywhere. One good step of a woman's heels and pop pop pop they go.

"...Hehe. Oh Jen. You mischievous little girl. You haven't changed a bit? I've missed you."

"Aww. Sam, you're so sweet. Come here girl. Give your old roomie some sugar."

Dazzling as they dressed with skirts at their upper thigh, the two friends embraced in a hug. Everyone had come out to join the party.

"So? I hear you're on the prowl tonight Jen? Hehe. ...What's the score?"

"Me one. Males zero. But I've got my eye on that Kiffar bartender over there. He's handsome."

Giggling and chatting as all ravenous gossips do, the pack of four women lingered by the door. They had just arrived to the party an hour late, (fashionably,) and we're well under way picking out there favorite males. Wondering to themselves just which one of these well-dressed men was the birthday boy?

Sam was done up to perfection. Pink glittering dress, white fur shawl, pale Amazonian strapped heels, and a little touch-up to her skin color to appear more natural in the raw lighting. She carried no purse but her golden wrist bangle held a few secrets on that subject. She was ready to impress a prince.

[member="Hawk Solo"]

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

An old friend of Hawk's was having his birthday party at the Club Palace. He hadn't seen his friend Robin since high school. He was surprised by the invitation. Party.. is a party. The place was impressive. Just like Rob to show off like this.
Hawk was glad that he had dressed for the party. He was wearing dress pants and blue silk shirt that matches his eyes.

He was sitting at the bar nursing a drink when the girls came in. He see their reflection in the mirror. Finally some good looking girls. The blonde wearing the pink dress looked hot. Extremely hot.

He down the rest of his drink. He stands and heads to the group of girls. He wanted to beat the rush of guys who were going to want to meet them.

"Hi. I'm Hawk." He says with a lopsided smile.

 

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[member="Hawk Solo"]. Instant crush. Kim, a blue-haired woman with Asian features, practically jumped in front of him like a lion. Sam had to give a subtle hip-bump to press her competition out of the way. The blonde Force-Sensitive spoke first,

"Hi Hawk. I'm Sam. These are my friends. Jen, Kim, and Terra."

"Hi Hawk." The girl's fluttered with admiration.

"...Are you the big birthday boy we've been hearing so much about? We're just dying to meet him."

All the women leaned in a little closer to hear his answer. Their continued attention depended upon his reply. (Or how rich he appeared in the coming seconds.) ...Either would do.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]



Hawk hides his amusement of Kim and Sam somewhat subtle attempt to be the first to speak to him. "Hi Sam..ladies." He says with smile. His eyes sparkling with the light of the disco ball.

"I wish I was. The party is for my friend Robin. I could introduce you." Hawk looked around and spotted Robin playing darts. "Hey Rob! Come over here." Robin finishes his turn than strolls over to Solo. The man had good taste in women.

"Rob these lovely ladies wanted to meet you. This is Sam, Kim, Jen ans Terra." Robin grins. "Pleasure to meet you ladies. Enjoying the party so far."

 

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Tongues were waging. Three of the women immediately dashed to claim the handsome Robin, and probably a little showering of his wealth. Sam however, remained to take Hawk by the arm. As the other women lead the prince away, Sam decided to take matters elsewhere.

"Good. Now it's just you and me." wink, "...Oh! What are you drinking? I think I want one too."

She pulled him towards the bar with a blissful smile. This was how you seduce a man's attention. She was going to have fun tonight, whether [member="Hawk Solo"] wanted to or not.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

"Alone at last." He says agreeing with her. "I was doing whiskey shots. They might be a little strong for you." He allows her to lead him back to the bar. A few of guys turned their heads as they walked by.

The bartender came right over to them when he saw Sam, "What would you like?"

 

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Whiskey shots? Oh heavens no. She'd be wasted and asleep on the floor before [member="Hawk Solo"] could count to Jawa. Best to go with something lighter.

"Vodka tonic, short straw, and extra lemon peel. Perfect. Yes. ...Thanks."

She fluttered her eyelashes at the bartender before turning back to her new partner in crime. Err, drinking.

"Wow, just look at you Mr Hawk. Already buying me a drink, and standing there like your perfect, and in those Terry Komo shoes. ...Wait! Your gay, aren't you? Because if your straight, I think I'm in love. Hehe. ...Please tell me you're straight?"

Sam took a sip of her drink and blushed like a lush. It might have all been a game to her? But it would be a fun game, with dancing, and drinking, and forgetting your a Jedi... And other such wonderful evening events as this party had to offer. Heck, she might even start to like this 'Hawk Solo' and kiss him later. Who knows?

She shrugged and decided one drink was probably enough for now. It was starting to affect her imagination.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

He grins knowingly. He knew that whiskey shot would be too much for her. "I'll have another shot." It was only his second shot of the night. The bartender pour Hawk shot. Hawk pays the man for the drinks.

Her comment about his shoes. He looked down. "I had no idea that they had a name. Just grab the first pair that fit." He laughs at her question. "No, I am not gay." He liked that way that she was breeze and carefree. So easy to talk too. She was fun. He needed to have a little fun and cut loose once in awhile.

He down his shot. "Ohh that hit the spot." Robin had arranged for a live band tonight. No recorded music for his birthday party. The band started to play a bounce number.

"Care to dance?"

 

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Her eyes exploded with glee. Did he just ask her to dance!? Yes. So much yes. She tried to control her enthusiasm as she tossed her expensive drink aside,

"I would love too!"

She pointed to the floor and trotted out onto the stage. Smiling back at [member="Hawk Solo"] as she went. Sam was great in heels and could dance like the best of them. Her secret was being a free spirit and making sure the guy she was with was loving it. Please your partner and the whole dance floor is yours.

The funny girl placed her hands around his neck and began to slither around. She wanted him to know that she was here, now, and that he needed to stay with her. Every step of the way.

"Eyes on me." She would whisper with a twirl. There was method to her insanity. Control his attention, smile to get him going, and dance like there is no tomorrow. He was not her first partner, nor probably her last. But she was good enough to make sure he didn't even care.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

He took her out onto the dance floor. Time to show her his moves. Sam didn't know that she was in the hands of a master. He had been trained since birth by his mom Sabrina. She was a former Prima ballerina.

She didn't have to tell him to keep his eyes on her. She had his full attention. He place his hands on her hips and glide her across the dance floor. He liked the way she moved in his arms. He flashes her his most charming smile. He wanted her to be head over heel for him by the end of the evening. Ok maybe that was pushing it. A little harmless flirting wouldn't hurt anyone. He wasn't married or had a girl.

 

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And it just got better.

Rare was the occasion that Sam could let a man take the lead. Melt in his arms and finally dance as an equal. It was both empowering and yet, immensely relaxing. She never lost her game either. Only made it complete. She would be effortless and match him with every turn. Thank goodness she hadn't finished that drink. Otherwise these heels would become a death trap.

The band was perfect and time disappeared. When the music finally stopped Sam even thought to give the grand [member="Hawk Solo"] a bow.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

She was amazing. She kept up with him. Even when he threw in a couple of tricky moves. He wonder if she had any training. Once the song ended. He gave her applauds as she bow to him.

"You were wonderful. Have you trained as a dancer?" He asked her. The band was taking a ten minute break so that the cake could be wheeled out. The cake was elaborated. Looked more like a wedding cake than a birthday cake to him.. It was Robin 30th birthday. It was a big deal.

 

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Oh gosh. He thought she was a dancer. So sweet, so awesome.

"Oh no. Just experienced with nightclubs, birthday banquets, and a few wedding receptions here and there. I've never had time for classes or the like, but then again? I've never had a partner who was interesting in pursuing it either. You dance very well yourself Mr [member="Hawk Solo"]. Any lady would be so lucky."

She blushed twirling her hands behind her back. This evening was going smashingly so far. Finally a relief from the Jedi Academy and the grey robes that now defined her. Maybe in ten years she would become a well-behaved paragon of wisdom. For now, it was enough to just dance.

"So? Robin is a friend of yours then? Wow. It must be hard to live so near to such a wealthy fellow? Hehe. How do you manage to keep him level headed?"

She motioned to all the female attention he was getting tonight. The Prince of the party. Sam smiled playfully,

"Jealous much maybe?"

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

"You can thank my mom. She taught me to dance at a young age. At one time, I consider going pro but my love of adventure and flying seduce me away." He was having such a good time. He didn't want to mention he was Padawan. People sometimes react weird about it. They get all formal with him. He didn't want that. Tonight he wanted to have fun.

"I haven't seen him in a few years. We kinda lost touch after high school. In school if he got to snotty I would call him Robin Hood. He hated that. He was dating a girl named Marion. The nickname Robin stuck. His real name is Robert Thorpe III."

Hawk glances at Rob surrounded by bunch of girls all wanting his attention. "Nah. I have prettiest girl at the party paying attention to me."

 

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Aww. She blushed out of sheer honesty. There was an old saying about telling two truths and lie? But Sam had the weirdest feeling when Hawk was telling the truth. It was almost like the Force could tell that he was genuine.

"Hehe. Oh my, Robin Hood. Poor fellow. Now I truly envy you. To keep friends with such royalty and still stay humble. How do you do it? Hehe."

There was a slight coyness to her voice. As if [member="Hawk Solo"] was now a grand mysterious to unravel. She wanted to tear away his hard exterior and find all the flaws that lay hidden within. Not to be a shear villain, of course. But just to see if she could make him squirm. To see what he was hiding underneath that perfect shirt. Then the thought surfaced again in the front of her mind. There was indeed a part of Hawk that was an open book. It just wasn't the part you expected to find shining like wildfire across the dance floor.

Hawk Solo was connected to the Force.

"Oh my gosh!" She slammed a palm over her mouth and her fur shawl seemed to waver, "...I. I think my friends are clamoring all over your friend. I'm so sorry. I should go to them. ...Or go get them. Yes. Right away."

The happy blond pulled away with a sudden gust. Looking back at Hawk as if seeing him for the first time. A thousand thoughts of sudden urgency took her. Even to the most casual of onlookers the situation seemed clear. It looked like she was running away.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Hawk raises an eyebrow at Sam sudden departure. He replays the events in his mind. He hadn't said anything that would offended her. Everything was going well until she gave him a look.

"Hmm." It hit him out of the blue. She had the force but why run away from him. He didn't sense any darkness around her. She wasn't a darksider. He wasn't a dark. Soo it didn't make sense. Unless she didn't want anyone to know she had the force. He was fine with that. He wasn't going to announce it to her friends. He didn't exactly tell her either.

It was time to sing happy birthday to Rob. It gave him the excuse to follow her over there. He stood next to her as everyone sang Happy Birthday. Rob's high school made sure to sing Happy Birthday Robin as loud as they could.

 

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Sam had retreated to the safety of her friends to seek refuge. Since discovering that Hawk was a Force Sensitive, she wasn't sure that being around him was a good idea. What if he was a Jedi Master and could get her into trouble? She had told the Tython Temple that her vacation was a about visiting family. Nothing about late night parties and handsome male attention. She wasn't even sure if she was breaking any rules?

Jen approached as [member="Hawk Solo"] stood nearby. Sam's friend noticed the couples dancing and wanted to congratulate Sam on her excellent find. She tugged on her arm and whispered in Sam's ear,

"Ohh. He's cute. And he dances too. Girl... You found a good one."

"I don't know Jen. I think he's a Jedi. In disguise. Just like me."

"Ooo. Then it's meant to be! Just think. What if he is sneaking out of the monastery too. It's destiny!"

"Oh Jen. You're so dramatic. I'm not sure if I should stay here any longer."

"Non sense. Running away just because something bad might happen? That's not the Sam I know. I think you owe your friend an apology young lady. Come here... Let's have this out right now..."

"Jen, wait!"

The two women pulled themselves over to Hawk's side as Robin was blowing out his candles. Jen flipped her hair and coughed to get his attention,

"Excuse me Mr Dancer extraordinaire? Sam has something she wants to tell you?"

Jen flashed Sam a happy look but all Sam could do was blush with embarrassment. She couldn't find the words.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Hawk claps as Robin blows out the candles. "Do you oxygen?" He kids his friend before Jen and Sam approached him. He smiles at Jen nickname. He liked it was cute.

"Hi Jen." He looks at Sam waiting for her to begin. He was curious what she was going to say to him.

 

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Sam played with her shawl and struggled with how to say this. Finally Jen began giving her a look of, 'talk now or I will say something instead'. So, it was probably time to apologize to [member="Hawk Solo"] for suddenly clamming up his evening.

"Erm. Well. Hawk, you're a wonderful dancer and a rather amazing gentlemen. But I couldn't help but notice that you are Sensitive to the Force. ...It's a religious thing. If you don't know it, that's okay. I was just wondering? ...You know. Just kinda thinking about..."

She twirled her fingers and finally decided to say it,

"...You um. Wouldn't happen to be a Jedi Knight by any chance. Would you?"

Yes. It sounded crazy. What if Hawk didn't know he was Force Sensitive. What if Sam had thrown a giant load of religious text at him. His evening would be ruined and Sam would be remembered as being 'that crazy girl who asked if I Force'. It was calling a guy you don't know a Metalhead, or a Biker Dude, or a Computer Nerd. Nobody wants to be labeled as something they are not. Especially by some sluty muffin trying to dance up your leg.

Yep. Sam was convinced. She had just ruined the evening.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Finally the cat was out of the bag. She practically admitted to being a force sensitive herself. "No, I'm not a ..Jedi Knight." He pauses for a second or two. "I am a Jedi Padawan. I know I'm a little old to be one. My training has been stop and go." He wasn't sure if she wanted to hear his family history.

He hadn't seen her around the Temple. "Are you a knight?"