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Zeke Tune

Your Secret Dark Obsession
As [member="Loreena Arenais"] spoke, she revealed a lot about herself. An unsureness of what Sith would do. But more importantly, that she was force sensitive and knew it, or else why would she fear being turned? So, probably Jedi background. Not an issue, it just added to her uniqueness. Also her parents were important people from the planet Commenor, enough that she feared being used against them. Perhaps nobility then? Again, not an issue. Frankly, these details were good to have in mind, but over all, pointless to him as he stared into some of the most beautiful eyes in the galaxy. And he had seen a lot of eyes. They just kept him in total infatuation mode and he knew it. He doted on her, did everything he could and made her voice continue to talk, to get her eyes to stay on him, and basked in the sound of her, and the look of her. But, she was someone who seemed to share several interests, and was also interested in his art. Someone who, like he, hated slavery, a pilot like he was, and seemed to enjoy thrills and adventure. They had their differences sure, but, by any divine he was happy he had come in here! And that NEVER happened to him.

He didn't pick up girls, he didn't try and find someone beautiful, this wasn't planned or even normal for him. Oh well. It was time to draw. He gave her a soft smile. “Hmmm, I would love to show you. How about...in a little bit here, we leave here? I'll take you by the gallery and show you everything. Then we can go to dinner, after you can show me your ship? And after that, let's see what we feel like doing. The night is still young. And the morning can wait. However, first....” He leaned close to her, his knee bumping softly to hers, as he shifted himself to get a better look at her face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carefully folded piece of paper, and then, placed it on the table.

Out of another pocket, he pulled a simple art pencil, it was nothing fancy, and he didn't plan to spend a lot of time on this, however, he was fueled by pure instinct, and artistic creativity. He gently touched her cheek with his strong, warm hand, calloused from the endless hours spent drawing, painting, and creating sculptures. He drew his thumb down it, and to her chin. “By the force....you are beautiful. I'm not just trying to say that. I mean in an artistic way. I mean, also I personally do find you beautiful, but, just, your cheek bones, your chin, nose, eyes, the way your features are proportioned, they just beg to be drawn. This won't be my best work, given the time and circumstances and the number of drinks I've had but....I have to capture it.”

He pulled his hand away, albeit a bit reluctantly. She was warm, and he, like a cat, really did enjoy warmth. Hand grabbed the pencil, and he created a sketch. Even with everything going on, it was still beautiful and intricate. Strangely though, he never once looked down at the paper. This was a man who had done this a million times, to the point, his body knew what to do. Instead, his eyes were locked on her face as he took in each detail, and tried to accurately bring it to the page as he saw it.

Zeke had such an intense look on his face, and it was easy to tell, nothing in the universe but his model and his art mattered right now. She was his muse for the moment, and he wouldn't be satisfied until it was done. The music was loud, there was smoke in the air, lights flashed, and yet, his hand never skipped a beat. Finally, when he was done, he grinned at her and showed what he had made. “Okay, I admit, I rushed this one a bit. If I had hours, the proper tools and lighting, this would be much better, but, not bad for a late night bar drawing.”
 
Leave? Go on a tour of his gallery? Dinner? See her ship and...and...more stuff before calling it a night? It was like [member="Zeke Tune"] was asking her for a date. But it wasn't though, was it? They had only just met....And yet that seemed...okay. He was obviously older though, but she didn't know by how much. Maybe it wasn't by much at all. Her Dad was around 10 years older than her Mom. So that would make it okay, right? But Lori was getting too far ahead of herself. Far, far too ahead of herself.

"That'd be nice. I hadn't made any plans for the night outside of just coming here. So my night is--" She paused as he took out a piece of paper and pencil. Was he going to draw now? Even more startling was when he touched her face and held it. Lori held her breath and stiffened, not out of fear but moreso out of shock. He kept his eyes on her as he drew, while her eyes would dart to the piece of paper and back to him multiple times. She didn't want to move, just in case she ruined it.

But before she knew it, Zeke was finished. Lori let out her breath then and looked at the drawing. Her likeness was there and...well even she had to admit that he made her look pretty. "Wow...You didn't even look down to the paper.
Not once! I don't think that I could do that with any skill besides walking."
She smiled as she studied the drawing, her eyes brightning with admiration. "Can I keep it? You've gotta sign it though, first."
 

Zeke Tune

Your Secret Dark Obsession
He continued to rest with his knee against the woman's. He made no other movements towards it, but he did seem to enjoy the closeness to [member="Loreena Arenais"] . As she seemed happy at the drawing, he smiled brightly at her. Pencil came up and signed it, with a beautiful flowing script. “Of course, it's yours. You inspired it, it's only fair you get it. Frankly, if you asked I would probably paint you something and give it to you too, so long as I could use you as the model for it too.” He wasn't honestly thinking of the money lost, or if she was using him for his money or name. It didn't even cross his mind. “Honestly, I practice a lot and I do this so often, my hands know what to do. But, I admit, the reason I didn't look down, is that, I was afraid if I did, you would be gone by the time I looked up. I'm still in awe that someone as beautiful, and charming as you can possibly exist. I....”

The man stopped for a moment, and just looked at her. He was nervous, but felt like she deserved an honest explanation, but he was also just a bit....talkative. “I don't find people I'm interested in like this often. This is a very rare experience for me. I came in here for a drink, to just find someone to talk to. It felt like a good change of pace. But I wasn't expecting anything from it. And yet, here I am, sitting next to a beautiful woman, completely intrigued by her, wanting to learn more about her, to keep talking with her, to go do things with her. It's not normal for me. I am sure my friend will be out of his mind when he sees me walk into the gallery with you. I think he had given up hope I would actually be interested in other people much.”

Fingers reach up and ran through his hair a bit. “I don't honestly expect a bunch from this. But I am really happy I met you. And I think because of that, I just got nervous, that you couldn't possibly be real. Because, what are the odds for someone like me? I'm far more into my art, than I am people. But you, you are a person, who by your very nature makes me want to paint. It's the best of both worlds. So yeah! I think my fear was realistic.”

The man took a long drink, and set his cup back on the table. He pushed up, out of the booth, and then reached out his hand for her hand. “Come, will you dance with me? I admit, I'm not very good, but, I think it would be a fun experience with you. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. But, if tonight is all we have, then, I want to fill it with memories. How about you?” Eyes gazed into eyes, hopeful, but also hesitant. He was nervous, this wasn't normal for him. But something about Lori made him take the chance. Something about her made him want to hope. So, it was worth the risk of being a fool. Better to live having tried, than to give up before hand.
 
Lori took the drawing and carefully refolded the paper, tucking it inside of her small handbag. Where she would display it afterwards, she wasn't sure. Maybe in her quarters on her ship? She wasn't sure.

Her lower lip was bitten upon as [member="Zeke Tune"] hinted at the suggestion that she would disappear. He continued to speak, giving her insight into his own insecurities that matched hers. But how could he be that way? He seemed so...confident in himself. What lady wouldn't be drawn to him? Such a notion was absurd. He probably had his people beat them back with a stick. Especially if he was as famous as he let on.

"I'm glad to have met you too. I wasn't expecting to come across anyone that I'd share interests with. Gosh, I figured that I'd just be on my own. And I was okay with that. Who knew that someone else would feel the same way?" And who knew that she'd start to feel drawn to him. Hopefully he'd still feel the same way by tomorrow. But if he didn't, at least she'd know a bit of what it was like to be made to feel special to someone.

Zeke surprised her by getting out of the booth. Was he leaving? The outstretched hand answered her question before she could worry about whether or not she had said something wrong. Lori nodded, placing her hand in his as she slid out of the booth. She laughed a little, tucking her head down a bit. "I'm not a good dancer either. So sorry in advance if I end up stepping on your toes."

Now she felt the bashful sort. This was so unlike her! She let him lead her out to the dance floor, the music sounding muted in her ears as her focus was on him and not messing this up. Hopefully she wouldn't make too much of a fool of herself.
 

Zeke Tune

Your Secret Dark Obsession
He took her hand in his, and pulled her out of the booth, and into him for a moment. He gazed down into her eyes, then leaned forward, in an almost conspiratorial way. Once down near her neck, his hot breath would tickled her ear as he whispered. “Don't tell anyone. But I tend to avoid dances because I can't either. But with you, I figured I wanted an excuse to get close to you, to just look down into your eyes, and talk for a bit, as we just swayed around. Besides, even if we step on each other's feet, its a memory we made together. I like that idea. One of the first ones, and hopefully not the last by a long shot. You know?” As he led [member="Loreena Arenais"] to the dance floor, the man turned, and placed both hands brazenly on her hips, and pulled her close. One hand came up, and guided her hands around his neck, before returning the hand to her hip. She was smaller than he, and soft, but with an internal strength. He on the other hand, was a bit taller, however, as she touched him, the powerful muscular form of Zeke was easily felt through the fabric of his clothing. This man clearly worked out.

He allowed their bodies to press lightly together, it wasn't some kind of bump and grind like many of the others. But as the slower song played, he simply rocked side to side with her in his arms, and he in hers. His eyes stayed connected to hers. They were so close together, that even though the music was loud, it was easy to talk to one another. “This...is nice. We should do it more often. Hey, Lori, if you could go anywhere in the galaxy right now, where would it be, and why?”

The man's heart raced, and he wasn't even sure why. He had just met this woman no more than an hour ago. Still, from what he heard, these kinds of things did happen. Was it the alcohol, the music, the company. Probably all of it. As they swayed to the song, his mind registered some of the words and he blushed a bit. As he did, he pulled her a bit tighter to him.
 
Kelsie ran a hand through her reddish-brown hair, giving a bored look to Orex once more. She didn't really feel like moving right now, so she supposed she'd just entertain this conversation a little longer. "Mhmm. Well, not really the underworld type gal. Too dark and gloomy down there," she said with a little chuckle and eye roll.

She scanned the room once more, still wondering a little about the others here -- she could sense some Force sensitives about and wondered why they weren't being quite as proactive about it as her new dark-sider friend.

[member="Orex Mauda"]
 
Lori's eyes half closed as [member="Zeke Tune"] spoke quietly into her ear. The experience gave her goosebumps as his warm breath tickled her skin, most especially as he revealed his intent to pursue her. It was rather forward of him to say it, especially given how short of a time that they had known eachother. But perhaps that was just the type of person that he was. It was hard for her to say at the moment.

Oh gosh, if her brother could see her now. What would he say? He'd probably tease her as much as she had always teased him when he was around his girlfriends. Not that Zeke was her boyfriend at all, but...he almost appeared to be.

She let him guide her arms, interlocking her fingers behind his neck, partly to give herself some kind of support. The song was almost lost to her for she was too focused on his gaze and the questions that he asked of her. "Anywhere in the Galaxy?...I'm not entirely sure. My Mom spoke often about Bakura. She says that there's a nice cabin there that she visits sometimes. But also that it's not much different than Commenor. It's just a bit greener." Lori chewed the inside of her cheek a bit as she thought if there was any place that she really, really wanted to go. It was so difficult to choose, given that the Galaxy was plunged into various wars.

"What about you?" Lori posed the question to him as she noticed him blushing. There was something almost comforting in the fact that Zeke seemed to get embarrassed as easily as she did. Looking at him, one wouldn't believe that it was possible, and yet here he was. Such a thing charmed her all the more for it gave him an innocence quality that she had in spades.
 

Zeke Tune

Your Secret Dark Obsession
Zeke firmly believed in seizing the moment. Right now, he was interested in [member="Loreena Arenais"]. He wasn't sure how deep that went, what they would be like together or anything. However, he felt nothing was wrong here. She responded to his advances, she had agreed to get dinner and all those things. They could tell later what this was, if anything. But for the moment, he was going to enjoy it. His hands continued to hold her close. He allowed their forms rest against the other. It was a way of showing he was attracted, he was interested. Attraction didn't need to be overly complicated, she mesmerized him, he liked the sound of her voice, and they shared several similar interests. He wanted to see where the night took them.

He swayed, with her up against him. His hands were firmly on her waist, making sure she stayed close, but he also just relished in her warmth. “Hmm, Commenor and Bakura are beautiful places, same with Corellia, and Chandrilla in my opinion. Ancient, but very modern, and beautiful worlds. One I've been very fond of, is Woostri, I love the beaches there, the ocean air, but also those massive automated cities. It's so easy to go place to place, and they have so much to do there. However...” The man stopped and chewed on his lower lip a bit. “It's going to sound cheesy, but honestly it's how I feel right now, so don't judge me. Or do, if you want, really it's up to you. The place I want to be in the entire galaxy right now, is where I am. You here next to me, getting to know you, arms wrapped around you. It seems perfect for right now. Ugh, I know, it's bad. I'm vastly aware! I swear, I don't normally get like this...you didn't drug my drink did you?” He teased her and his hand tickled her sides lightly for a moment before they stopped and rested on her sides once more.

“I want to see them all, honestly. To go to planet to planet, and see, do and experience all I can on each one. To see the hidden beauty in deep space, or massive nebulae. To rush through an asteroid field, just to see if there are large ones with hidden tunnels that may lead to ancient civilizations. I want to draw pictures of it all, and to see the type of art each place has. To experience the thrills each world has.”

The man rested his forehead against Lori's for a moment. “I just never had someone to experience it with, and I guess the dream got lonely. Everyone I meet wants me for my money, or my art....or are just high class prisses. But when I met you, I thought, I could be friends with you, we both seem to be running from something, to not want to be judged by how people see us but who we are. Haha, I didn't expect I would get lost in your eyes though. But I did. I'm sorry if it's to much for you. But thank you so much for this night, I'm having a blast. I haven't enjoyed myself like this in years.” The man rested there with her, head to head, holding her close, and cuddled up against him for a minute. If she looked uncomfortable, or wanting more space, he would quickly give that back to her. However, if she cuddled back, he would keep her there, close, as they swayed. Perhaps the Djs noticed, for slow song after slow song played, allowing them to keep up this gentle rhythm, and talk.
 
There were some questions that she had while [member="Zeke Tune"] spoke of the many places that he loved. Yet Lori held her tongue as he continued to speak. She didn't want to interrupt for she wasn't entirely comfortable with just jumping in yet. What if he considered it rude and got mad at her? She didn't want to imagine him angry at her.

And then he stopped dancing, speaking the words that were indeed very cheesey. Yet she found herself not really minding. In fact she sort of liked it, soaking it all in for all of this was new to her, like something out of a holodrama that she tended to avoid watching.

She laughed as he tickled her, suggesting that she had out something in his drink to cause all of this. "No, I didn't. I swear!
Maybe it was him?"
She tilted her head towards the bartender. This was a Singles Night afterall. Perhaps there was more than just alcohol to influence the lonely patrons.

Zeke rested his forehead against hers while he continued on about his dreams and wishes, but also about her. Was she really running from something? Maybe partly. His money, his fame, none of that was anything that she cared about. He could of been some two-bit smuggler that could draw and she'd still view him in the same way.

She didn't move away from him, but her movements were a little smaller, a little more stiff as she spoke. Her voice was a little quieter too. "I love to explore, to go deep into gorgeous caves or to slow down on a journey through space and not hit the hyperdrive just in case something gets missed. I don't know if I've been running from something so much as I have been searching for something that's missing. I just didn't know what that was. My Dad taught me that the Force guides us and has a way of connecting people. Maybe we both have what the other seeks? And in that way we can feel more whole...I think that I'd like to try and see if that's true." Something told her that he wouldn't refuse.

Maybe there was something in their drinks afterall. That'd be an easier explanation.
 

Zeke Tune

Your Secret Dark Obsession
Zeke held [member="Loreena Arenais"] in his arms, and looked deeper into her eyes. As she spoke, it was like he searched for something within her. “I could see the bar tender doing so. But if he did, I would probably thank him. Either way, whatever is happening, I'm grateful.” Fingers traced over that lovely face. He took in the contours and curves of it, the artists mind trying desperately to memorize it.

Then, she talked about her own likes, they meshed so well with his own. Perhaps they really had been brought together by the force, or something along those lines, as she spoke of. As she asked about how she wanted to try this, to see what happened, if they had been brought together for a reason, he searched her eyes, to make sure she was serious. She was. He would take this slow. The last thing he wanted was to harm this precious creature, so he just had to be above reproach during it. Well, if he could manage. It was a risk, this was an unknown. It was not really different than a blind date though, and they had hit it off well so far.

One of his hands left her side, again, and trailed up, along her back, before entwining in her hair a moment. It was soft. The woman was soft, warm, earnest, innocent. He said a prayer to whatever gods may or may not exist or care, that they would keep him from harming her. He knew of his more darker desires....he just had to put them aside for a bit, and focus on getting to know her. If they hit it off, good. If not, well, he would find a way to gently lower her down. “I think I would like to try as well. I think, if I left here without trying, after hearing you say that, I would regret it for the rest of my life. So, we may as well give it a proper go, and do this.”

Arms now wrapped around her completely, and he pulled her in close with a hug. “So, let me do this correctly, so there is no confusion. Will you go out with me on a date, to go to the art gallery, to get dinner, to see your ship, and then seeing where else the night takes us?” He didn't think she would say no. But, always better to be very clear with your intentions with these types of things. “I want to take you on a date, and see what happens.”
 

Mauda

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[member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

I smiled and looked off into nothing. After finishing my drink I elected to return to Coruscant and resume what blatantly villainous operations I had in motion.

"Well. I can sense you're dying of boredom"

I re-engaged eye contact and spoke with a humorous, sarcastic twist.

"So you'll be pleased to know I must leave. A very exciting conversation but I'm sure you'll have plenty more to talk about with someone like.. him"

Looking around I spotted a dark haired boy, seemingly no older than myself who was contempt to entertain himself with whatever substances he had in his pockets.

"If ever you find yourself in the pitiful cesspit of scum that is the Lower Levels of Coruscant, do reach out to me. Other than that, always a pleasure to meet a.. not-quite-Jedi"

With that, I set my glass down, adjusted a belt and headed for my ship with a single thought in mind.

I don't like clubs.
 
His touch was so soft as his fingers worked to memorize her features. It made her wonder if he'd be able to create works of art while blind. One of her cousins was blind, as well as his Mom. But they saw things through the Force. Or rather, at least his Mom did. Her cousin was too young to know what the Force was.

Lori smiled as [member="Zeke Tune"] agreed to give...whatever this was, a try. What was there to lose? Nothing but forever thoughts of 'What ifs'. What was there to gain? It could be something wonderful. Or it could be a lot of heartache should it go badly.

He pulled her in for a hug and she returned it warmly, the fuzziness of her dress almost feeling like a blanket between them. And then there it was; her first request for a date. Lori hesitated a little, but moreso out of shock than anything, even though the very idea was partly hers."Yes, I'd love to.
Shall we start now?"
She wanted to get away from other people. Then she could be more like herself instead of worrying about word getting back to her family about this. She didn't want them to know. It was far too soon.
 

Zeke Tune

Your Secret Dark Obsession
As [member="Loreena Arenais"] thought about the situation, so did Zeke. Every detail of her face was gently explored by his fingers and only when he was done did he drag the hand to simply embrace and hug her. She was so warm, he never wanted to let go. Her dress was like a blanket in between them. But he didn't mind this, it just added to the warmth right now. They may get hurt from this, pain was a real possibility. But he would rather accept that pain, than the agony that came from not having tried. Why was he so drawn to her? She was clearly a force user, all the analogies, and the like. Perhaps that is what drew him to her. Though, he had to admit, it was probably her innocence. They were one and the same, one light and innocent, the other dark, and deadly. But with the same goals. The same wants. The same feeling of being incomplete and having looked everywhere for what it was that would make them whole.

He felt her return the hug, and his heart raced as he received some affection from her. If they worked, this was going to become addictive to him, and he knew it. When she said yes, his heart skipped a beat, and he smiled so brightly. Once more, he pulled her close, and just felt her against him, not wanting to let her go. However, he nodded. “Now is good.” The man released her, and reached out to take her hand in his.

Zeke walked towards the exit, with this beautiful creature in tow. This night had been strange, but, he wouldn't complain. He looked forward to a long, sleepless night with her next to him, as they explored this thing and what it could mean. They were clearly attracted to one another, they clearly got along so far, and seemed to enjoy the touch and attention of the other. It was enough to begin a date. Zeke gave her the most mischievous of grins. “Come on! Let's have some fun. I'll show you what I do, we can talk, you show me what you do, and then we see what sounds enjoyable.” Hand in hand, he hurried out of the club, the lights and music fading behind them, as they headed into the station, towards the art gallery. This would be great.
 
"I'm always bored with men," she muttered, taking another long sip of her drink. "And if you ever find yourself looking for another way, reach out to me." Not that she didn't mind a little conversation, but she was feeling a little down after that. Perhaps she should've tried to sway him in another way. Perhaps she should've tried at all.

Her mentor would've done that.

Funny how now of all times she thought of him. At a singles rave... ha, he didn't need to head to one of these to find a date. Once more she raised her glass, sure that they were watching, and downed the rest of her whiskey. Her now slightly tired eyes slid over to the black-haired young man, the one Orex had pointed out. Bored, partially drunk, and needing something to do, she quickly got a refill and headed onto the dance floor, slipping through the various people to begin to dance nearby the drug-filled dude.

[member="Jayce Pryde"]
 
[member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

He noticed her walk out onto the dance floor and would give her a nod as he continued to rock and sway to the beat. But he was light years away, Dancing in the moonlit feilds of dantooine. His mind having drifted away with the melody.

Tossing aside his now empty bottle he turned to face her, Cold purple hued Cybernetic orbs locking onto her gaze as the music slowed to something a bit slower. And without much thought at all he took her hand in his while his other grasped her hip and began to slowly sway to the beat.....
 
Well that was fast.

Kelsie grinned at her new purple-eyed dance partner, her own hand smoothly slipping up onto his shoulder as she allowed him to guide her through the steps in the slow dance. Apparently all guys need for a confidence boost is some drugs and drinks. No wonder the sober guys don't approach her.

There was a small tug in her mind that told her maybe this wasn't the most stable of people but she was fine with that, at least for now.

"Someone's smooth," she commented softly.

[member="Jayce Pryde"]
 
☤ Golden Heart, Cold Hands ☤
Clearly, indeed.

"Uh, I don't get out often," she defended, trying and failing not to go red in the cheeks. Indeed, she never had gotten to Tatooine, but in most categories of knowledge outside of her occupations--now plural--she either had the most rudimentary, and evidently not always true, book-smarts or none at all. "But I'll take your word for it. Most Basic idioms seem...ill conceived anyway."

Then she too paused as the duo's drinks were delivered, opting to stay silent in favor of [member="Voph"]'s vocal thanks, but still she smiled and nodded. And, as he did, she tasted her drink too, albeit in a much more tentative sip. The initial taste was sweet, the texture smooth, but the aftertaste would take some getting used to.

An archivist? If Prennis had been able to prove Cassius wrong by cutting off her empathy and instinctual need to help others medically, that occupation wouldn't have been such a bad idea. But, just as he had suggested on that gods-forsaken moon, she was unable to do that. Healing was an integral part of her, and it had to mean something that the desire transcended her First Order stormtrooper conditioning.

"Nursing student," she answered. "At Commenor University, and intern, actually." She took another, more confident, sip of her wine. "I know, I'm a long way from home, but I needed a change of pace." Somewhat truthful, but not entirely so. She'd have to get used to that too.
 
Voph chuckled at the girl's attempt to save face. Fortunately for her, Voph could not see the red creeping into her face. That or he didn't care. He shrugged at her observation of old sayings, but offered no further comment. Then she corrected him on her occupation. Or rather, preparation for an occupation. Nursing. But, from the university on Commenor, no less. He brightened a bit at the mention of the lone bastion of familiarity he had in the galaxy these days.

"Ah! Wonderful establishment, that. Always was my favorite location in Chasin City." Voph took another sip of his drink. "Not quite the same beauty as Brelor City, but then I am horribly biased." He smiled softly at the girl. "We were in talks to run a workshop there for the students of design. Being...something of an enthusiast myself..." Voph's smile faded somewhat. His mind wandered elsewhere. To matters of war. The image of the spiked demon stood before him clear as day. And in a flash, it was gone. "Never got much past that. What with the Queen going missing and all."

Voph took a long draft of his drink, falling into a musing silence. Long way from home. Voph could relate to that sentiment. Of course, a few hours journey and Prennis would be back in the comfort of her apartment. He, on the other hand, was much further from anything resembling home. Several thousand years further. Voph offered the girl a mischievous grin, trying to lift his own spirits. "Being far from home isn't always bad. And who knows. One day you may be like me. Just leave home in the hanger bay." He kept the distain from entering his voice. He'd spent nearly five years living out of a starship. Never again, if he had his say. "So what made you decide to become a medic?"

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]
 
[member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

I wouldnt call it smooth....More... Well I dont know what you'd call it... I seen a beautiful woman I wanted to dance with and now I'm dancing with her Came that soft southern drawl of his as they swayed to and fro. Their feet gliding as if they were both floating on air..... Actually it was just Jayce inadvertently levitating them off the floor as he smiled and stared into her gaze.

His smile was genuine for once.... He hadn't genuinely smiled in what felt like years but something about her washed over him and he felt.... Peace in himself for once..... My name is Darth Syn..... But you can call me Jayce.... Or anything you want.... If you want
 
Kelsie smiled to him, keeping her eyes on his as they moved. She'd noticed they were floating a little, but opted to ignore it. She was a little drunk and didn't really care anyways, it was just amusing... funny how Force users seem to be common around here. She wondered why they were single. "Aw, thank you," she said.

A Sith smiling. That didn't happen often in Kelsie's experience, at least, if it wasn't pertaining to something evil happening and they were smiling sadistically. She decided to let go of her assumptions for the night, and gave a small shrug. "Well, Jayce, I can't claim to be as exotic as a Sith, but no big deal."

[member="Jayce Pryde"]
 

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