Throw Parties, Throw Punches

[Jaya Tandris]

The Technicolor Beat
Time unknown
Somewhere in space, not that Jaya cares where

How Jaya and her best friend Zoey had gotten entry into the party behemoth that was the Technicolor Beat was truly anyone's guess. The woman herself didn't even know. It was her favorite kind of place, a setting where people could unwind and truly feel alive. The droning bass of the music that played, the lights, the atmosphere, the alcohol, the good-looking people, it was pretty much heaven for people such as her. Not because her life was a slog and she needed to escape it from time to time, she was very much content with everything as a matter of fact. No, here she could let out that part of her that, she had to admit, wasn't very suitable to most situations. The violent side, or more specifically the punching side of her.

While Cupcake's operations within the CIS, to which she had recently been introduced, had allowed her to take her gauntlets and beat people into a pulp with them, it wasn't the satisfying kind of fighting. Sure, it brought in credits and it wasn't necessarily unfun, but it lacked that personal touch. In her words: The best kind of fight ends with getting a drink together with the one you just gave a black eye.

Zoey, on the other hand, was no brawler. The skinny, blue-haired girl definitely was the brains to Jaya's brawn, a combination that had proven to be quite successful in their tenure as 'street crew' leaders of the Eye of the Street back in Tamanen, Bavva. In truth it was really just another gang, although people who would point that fact out would find out a way of quickly angering Jaya and would quickly lay it to rest. After joining forces with the CIS she had moved away from the First Order held planet together with the Eye's members, but it was quickly clear that she simply didn't have time to keep the group together, nor was there really a need to. Although the tattoo of the crew's logo was still proudly on display on her upper left shoulder, it was now more of a memento of times past.

"Another one, please." The woman waved at the barkeeper for another drink. Perhaps after this one she was going to get up and ask if anyone was up for a brawl, she thought as she looked next to her to see Zoey eying someone at the other side of the bar. Playfully jabbing her elbow into her friend's midsection broke the girl's gaze and caused her to look at Jaya with a face that just screamed 'what are you doing?' as she shook her head. "Just go for it, Zo. How many times do I have to convince you to talk to someone?" Zoey knew all too well that refuting her was pointless. "Fine," she mumbled, her voice completely drowned out by the music as she rolled her eyes and got up from the barstool. As Jaya watched her walk over she smiled and nodded before turning her attention back to her drink and taking a sip. "What if I could have them play my music..."

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Technicolor Beat was a ship renown for its extraordinary parties and unruly crowd. This was just one of those nights, as there had already been three riots broken up in various parts of the ship If it weren’t for the almost immediate response of the Ship’s internal overwatcher, then their illustrious nightclub would fall apart in moments; lucky for them all her gaze never lacked.

That wasn’t to say she could control everything, however. One such variable that was out of her reach was The Slave; a man marked by taint from the day he was born. His drug filled habits wore her programming thin, and the defenses the ship had even worse. Luckily, she had coaxed him into the main dance hall; a place he wasn’t as likely to create a mess she’d have to fix.

She thought.

The Slave sat in his usual spot, a folding chair above the bar where few could see him in the dimly lit area, but where he could watch everyone else. A faint glow illuminated his face as he moved to ash the cigarette held between his deft hands; but his golden grim eyes watched someone at the bar for the way she carried herself. There was danger in her smile, but what was love without a little bit of danger?

A grin broke free from his faintly chapped and pale lips, lifting him to circle her wide just as her friend got up to move. His own actions were swift, silent, the sort of execution found in people far more skilled than he was; at least on the surface. In a moments notice, before she even had the chance to pull another breath, his own intoxicating smell filled her nostrils and his words came with a soft clench of her rear; a hand finding its place there as the other rested on her thigh.

His whisper came soft, sultry; yet held a foreign nature that ran a chilled cold up and down her spine. Lips so close to her ears, she could almost feel them offer the slightest kiss against her skin;

“Couldn’t stand to see you alone.”, he uttered in a hushed flirt.

[member="Jaya Tandris"]

 

[Jaya Tandris]

The tapping sound of Jaya's foot on the footrest of her barstool was completely drowned out by the music that caused the movement in the first place as she took a quick glance at Zoey, watching her strike up a conversation. It made her grin for a moment before taking a good swig of her drink, letting the liquid leave behind that beautiful burning sensation in her throat. Her friend needed some relaxing. If Jaya weren't there to step in whenever necessary it was likely that she would quite literally work herself to death, always keeping herself busy with whatever 'work of the mind' she was doing. If the past was any indication the blue-haired girl would show up sometime tomorrow evening, at which point she would have to be convinced to get some actual sleep instead of going straight back to work. If you asked Jaya, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

It seemed she wasn't going to be alone for very long, however.

Out of nowhere the woman felt something get handy with her, her reaction wasn't one of surprise. When one had visited almost every single, if not all, seedy cantinas in Tamanen it would quickly become par for the course, although she was not one to leave it unanswered. Although many would go for a well-placed punch out of rage of self-defense, Jaya would do it simply because she now had a justification. It was a good thing really- she would get to beat someone absolutely senseless and get away with it too if charges were to be pressed. It looked like she didn't have to look for someone to brawl with today, the opportunity was presented to her on a silver platter.

Before getting off her seat and immediately looking to land her first strike however, the person responsible would whisper into Jaya's ear. She wasn't going to lie to herself, he had himself a silver tongue, but if he thought that would dissuade her from what she wanted to do he was dead wrong. He at the very least deserved the courtesy of an answer, but his pretty little face wasn't going to walk away from this without a bruise or two on it.

"Such a gentleman," she answered, the slightest tinge of sarcasm bleeding into her voice. Unbothered to whisper back she had answered in a more blunt way as she finally got off the stool, an amused look now sent the stranger's way. "You know what, It would be a shame to only punch that pretty face of yours and nothing more." The grin returned as she took a boxing stance, her boxing background making it second nature. "Impress me, and maybe you will get what you want."

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Impress me, and maybe you will get what you want.”, she said.

Oddly enough, this wasn’t exactly the first time this exact situation has happened. You’d think by now The Slave would learn ‘Hey, don’t get too handy with people’, but somehow he always turned out alright for the oddly pale fellow. A grin broke free from his lips, drowning out the distant pleas of Cybele to not start yet another fight.

“I always get what I want.”, he said with a wink taking a few steps back himself.

Dropping the fur lined coat he held, he exposed nothing but a bare chest covered in scars and a necklace that seemed oddly forgetful. As his fists clenched together, forming tight balls of fury; he couldn’t help but look her over. If it wasn’t karking, it was fighting; at least in terms of what he enjoyed the most. Depending on the day, one might win over the other, but for today they seemed pretty level with each other.

Suffice to say, he was winning either way.

The pugilist mentality took over and he got a small spry step to his obviously veteran form, each hand carefully placed near his jaw to protect from an immediate strike and knockout, each elbow held just low enough to protect his ribs should she move to strike there. With her own experience, he’d be obvious enough to tell he had a long history of unruly fights.

“Well?”, he coaxed from her, a faint twinkle in his corrupted yellow eyes.

│ [member="Jaya Tandris"] │