skin, bone, and arrogance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w98ZM1I97j4
Natasi approached the bar, pausing to adjust her dress in the mirror behind the bar as the bartender attended a pair of patrons. It was simple and black, and adorned with nothing save for a shiny black belt that cinched the dress to her midsection, and a black and white balance pendant on a silver chain around her neck. A set of jet earrings hung under her simple twisted updo that sat low on the back of her head, at her neck. As she waited, a lull in the conversation nearby let her hear the strains of some grotesque Bossa Nova playing in the background. Her face contorted and she looked around. In a flash, her assistant Sioux Chambers was there. "I just heard it," Sioux said. "I'm on it."
"Thank you -- I was very clear about this," Natasi said with a note of exasperation in her tone. "I'm going to mingle. I'll find you if I need you. Oh, and Sioux?" The assistant stopped, datapad in hand, and looked at her boss expectantly. Natasi gave her an apologetic half-smile. "Try to enjoy the party." With that, Sioux disappeared into the crowd, seeking the events coordinator. Natasi turned back to the bar, where the bartender was just ambling over to her. "Would you please send a glass of champagne to the gentleman over there? With the green necktie." The bartender agreed; would the lady like anything. "Do you know, I could murder a G&T," she told the bartender. "Thank you."
A drink in hand, Natasi wandered back into the crowd, shaking hands and greeting the guests. A media droid hovered over the proceedings, taking B-roll, and pausing occasionally to swoop in to take a photo or ask a question for local and First Order-wide publications. "How are you?" Natasi asked a businesswoman she didn't know. "We're so glad you could make it." To an elderly man in a black shirt and tie, Natasi said: "Pleased to meet you, very pleased. Thank you for coming." To another businessbeing -- gender undetermined, at least by Natasi, for they were wearing a pair of black slacks and a sparkling button-down shirt, Natasi said: "I'm afraid I don't know where the crabs in the crab puffs came from, I'm sorry, but you're absolutely right, they're delicious."
And then she turned and found herself face to face with one Mr. Darell Irani. "Welcome. We're very pleased you could find the time," she said in the same brittle tone she had used to deal with the other guests. "Have you got everything you need?"
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