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[Makai Dashiell]

EUFORNIS MAJOR

Wearing : X / Gear : X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Noah Corek Jr. , Jahzra Rocvard

EMBER

“You know, we haven't done the entire double-date night thing since we went out with the Paquins. Come to think of it, I don't even really know that many couples our ages.”

Most of their fellow corporate compatriots seemed to be older and divorced. Or slightly older than the pair and singularly focused on the business and power. Makai had a turtle approach - slow and steady won the race. He was building a dynasty with his family, not a short term credit-maker.

Stepping out of the speeders backseat, Makai stopped to hold out his hand to assist his wife out.

“Last time I saw Junior he was trying to talk up this woman at a museum benefit. Did not go well. Painful from the sidelines. My wingman skills are not what they used to be.”

Their fingers intertwined, Makai maneuvered them to the door, opened by an attendant.

They entered a well appointed lobby and he looked about for Junior. No point in looking for the woman when he has zero idea what he was looking for.

Light music echoed through the space, just behind the sounds of the patrons. Since they were waiting, Makai turned his attention to his wife.

“You look great.” He paused, offering a boyish smile. “Also look at us. No kids and we are out past eight in the evening.”

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tags: Jahzra Rocvard - Makai Dashiell
- Myra Arceneau Dashiell

The Starchaser
Captain's Cabin​

Junior smiled to himself as he simply laid back in the bed and stared at the ceiling of the cabin he shared with Jahzra Rocvard. The last three months had been a shake up in his life to say the least. He'd met her doing a job for his father smuggling arms into Imperial territory and after an attempted hijacking of their cargo, a flight through an asteroid field and much more after that. At the end of the job he'd inquired if Jazz wouldn't mind him tagging along.

Much to his surprise he had been allowed to. He hadn't been looking for anything romantic of the sorts, just found traveling the hyperlanes by himself lonely. From there it had developed into something…more. At first it was small things like sharing meals, asking each other questions about their lives, going out to clubs when on solid ground and then one fateful night…sharing the cabin.

The two of them weren't putting a label on it at the moment but we're definitely enjoying it. This was how he found himself laid on his back in their shared cabin, the top of Jazz's head tucked up against his chin and her cheek laid against his chest.

His hand lazily stroked across her back before he let out a breath of air and shifted to look down at her. "We should probably think about getting ready for dinner soon…probably another ten minutes at least…"

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In reality the ten minutes he had spoken of turned into twenty before they had ended up rolling out of bed to get ready and dressed, Junior himself picking a simple outfit. Thankfully they had arrived before Makai and Myra but since the reservations were under Makai's name they had simply found a bar inside the lobby and took a seat, Junior lazily but protectively draping his arm around Jazz as they enjoyed a drink and each other.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Noah Corek Jr. Jahzra Rocvard

Myra gave an amused low laugh as her hand tightened around his.

"Past eight," she teased, leaning just a fraction closer, topaz grey eyes glinting up at him. "Careful, Makai, people might start to think we're scandalous."

Her gaze swept the lobby, but she lingered on him longer than the polished decor. The boyish smile of his still had the same effect it always did, leaving her with the urge to kiss it right off his face.

She leaned in then, lips grazing close to his ear, her whisper sultry with innuendo.

"You never needed any wingman skills, love. You had more than enough to keep your attention at home." Her breath was warm against his skin, her smirk unmistakably wicked. Though truth be told, Makai was probably too oblivious to be a real wingman.

"And if you're very good tonight…" she let the pause linger, heavy with promise, "maybe I'll keep that attention occupied in the back seat of the shuttle all the way home."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

Equipment: [redacted]​

Tag: Noah Corek Jr. Makai Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell​

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Jazz leaned against Noah, comfortable in his presence. She wore a rich deep green dress that ran from her throat with a high collar all the way down to her ankles. Embroidered with silver-leaved golden flowers that seemed to move in a breeze as she moved. It was slitted part way to each mid thigh, allowing her to move even as it wrapped around her closely. The occasional flash of shapely leg wrapped in strappy black heels didn't hurt. Her purple-black hair was pulled back into a messy up-do held in place by jet black hair sticks. Clipped into her hair along the left side was a large flower with deep green leaves, lurid royal purple petals with a golden core, drawing out the color of her hair and violet eyes. Her lips were painted dark, and eyes screened in smoke. Her skin had taken on a slightly deeper shade or red.

Next to her on the bar sat a small black clutch, and she idly toyed with a drink. "I can't tell if we're hilariously early or beyond fashionably late," she mused to Noah. "You sure we got the date right," she murmured.

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[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing : X | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Noah Corek Jr. | Jahzra Rocvard

“Hm, paparazzi behind the potted plants you think, just waiting to catch us in a scandalous position? Are we even that popular?”

Ellie perhaps, but not himself. Hand fell to her hip as she leaned in closer with her promise of keeping him occupied on the trip back. Eyebrow lofted at her words and he squeezed her hip in confirmation that he had heard her loud and clear.

Head dipped down , iced azure meeting topaz, a challenge in his expression.

“What if I’m not on my best behavior, what then?”

As his lips were about to meet hers, Makai heard a throat clear near him. With a ‘hold that thought’ look, his gaze focused on a fresh-faced young maitre’d who looked regretful that he had interrupted. The look of a waitstaff who had been yelled at before by high-end clients.

“Uh…Mister Dashiell? Right? Yes. I was told to inform you that a Mister Corek has been waiting for you at the bar and to quote ‘Get over here or get a room’ end quote.”

With a small chuckle, his gaze fell onto the bar where Junior was waiting with a Zeltron woman. The half-Galan offered a small wave in acknowledgement of the message. The nervous maitre’d seemed to relax for just a half second. Taking Ellie's hand once again, he looked at the maitre'd

"Well then, we better get moving."

“If you follow me I can show your party to your table.”

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard - Myra Arceneau Dashiell - Makai Dashiell
Equipment: Concealed

Junior turned to look at Jazz as she spoke, again taking in the beauty he found himself being fascinated with every day. Her outfit and appearance had been one of the reasons they had been a little longer in getting ready but in his mind it was worth every second.

He took a sip of his whiskey before chuckling and answering. "No we're right on time honey, knowing Makky and Myra they probably took longer getting ready than we did. I'm honestly surprised they don't have more than just one kid at this point."

It was at this moment the bartender motioned to get his attention and pointed toward the entrance causing Noah to turn and catch the end of the maitre'd giving Makai his message. When said man's eyes turned to Junior he gave him a sarcastic two fingered salute before turning back to Jazz, leaning to press a kiss against her cheek and leaned to whisper into her ear. "It appears our companions have arrived."

Unwrapping himself from her he extended his arm and gave a small, if somewhat sarcastic bow, to her. "M'lady allow me to escort you." When she took his arm he'd smile at her and begin to lead them to their table.

They'd make it there just as the maitre'd arrived with Makai and Myra. Junior grinned and inclined his head in greeting. "Myra and Makky, good to see you again." He turned to Jazz and grinned. "And allow me to introduce this paragon of beauty, my partner in business and love Jahzra Rocvard but she prefers Jazz."