Private To New And Old Friends

[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."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra's lips curved in a knowing smile at Makai's challenge, whispering close to his lips as he leaned in close.

"Then you'll just have to see what such troubling misbehavior earns you later."

Her hand rose to give his arm a light squeeze, but before her lips could close the distance to his, they were essentially nuna-blocked.

A faint laugh escaped her, followed by a small, amused sigh that said figures.

As the attendant led their way, it wasn't long before they were able to catch up to where Noah Jr. arrived at the same time as they to the table, a wide grin on his face and a beautiful woman at his side. The striking color of her skin immediately marked her as a Zeltron, and Myra felt the familiar prickle of caution. Past dealings had taught her that Zeltrons had a way of bending emotions that one never quite forgot.

Still, Noah wouldn't just have anyone on his arm.

With the friendly practice she'd been raised with, Myra extended her hand in greeting to Jazz first, then said her hello to Noah Jr.

"Jazz, a pleasure" she greeted, her smile bright with genuine friendliness before turning Noah with a playful twist.

"It's good to see you looking well, Junior. So tell me, how have you been? Anything new? Besides your lovely new partner, of course?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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

Always an interruption.

With a wry smile, they followed the attendant to where Junior and a pink Zeltron were waiting patiently. As Ellie was greeting Jazz, Makai focused his efforts on his Junior. He hadn’t seen the man in some time - life got in the way. It had been at a museum benefit shortly after Phoebe was born, now a toddler.

"J.R., its been too long. Years at this point."

Deciding to mess with the other man, Makai patted Junior's cheek while placing a kiss on the other in a friendly greeting. He typically greeted only women in such a fashion but felt this time it was necessary. If only to embarrass him. After all, if he didn't who would among them? Taking his focus off Junior, he moved to the Zeltron woman.

“Pleased to meet you Miss Rocvard.” A small clasp of her hand a kiss on cheek in a genuine greeting he typically gave. "I can't wait to hear how you and J.R. met. I can only imagine."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Equipment: [Redacted]​

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

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Jazz slid off the stool and took a moment to smooth down the expensive soft dark green silks. Absently she fetched the clutch and then looped her arm through his. "Let's go."

She was grateful for his presence despite the slight clumsiness in his offer to escort her. At the end of the day he was just being playful in his own way. Beyond that, though, he was a steady, reassuring presence.

Sure it was nice to go out, nice clothes, nice restaurant to meet at. Presumably with the intention of good company too. But the whole thing had her on edge already. The pretense alone was enough. The footing was uneven, and on purpose, for starters.

The whole thing smelled like a pretense to an ambush and already left her with a growing sense of concern. A bad feeling. /not that she could bring it up with him. At this point they were committed.

Jazz found herself looking up at the other woman. Myra, wasn't it?

Reaching out, she took the proffered hand. Her grip was firm, and strong for a woman, weathered from work, marred by spanner, yolk, and the grip of a blaster over a decade. "Myra."

She glanced up at Noah then, addressed as 'Junior' and sighed. That made sense, she supposed, given who his father was. Even if it was the first time she'd heard him referred to as such.

Her attention turned to Makai and his much more intimate and friendly greeting toward Noah. One eyebrow rose at that. Was there something Noah needed to tell her there?

Then it was her turn. She gave Makai the same shake, a little surprised when he came in to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned into it, flushing slightly. "Pleasure," she murmured in return.

As he drew away, she tilted her head, a hint of a sly smirk spreading across her darkened lips. "Oh, he propositioned me at a seedy bar. Well, sort of." She flashed a smile up at them, taking her face from wariness to as warm and lit up as a spring afternoon.

"Shall we sit," she asked, gesturing at their accommodations. "I don't really know how interesting it really is, but we can regale you with it if you wish."

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

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

He smiled at Jazz and gently reached to take her hand in his as they walked to the table, thumb gently stroking over her knuckles to calm and reassure her he was there.

It only took less than a minute for them to arrive at the table he'd reserved for them and Jazz would be grateful for the table he had picked. It was in the corner near the kitchen which allowed for privacy but also allowed for clear lines of sight to the entrances and exits.

He knew she'd be nervous and anxious being so off foot like this so he had specifically tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Of course these things were also a habit for him, so old habits and all that.

He smiled at Myra first and nodded to her. "It's good to see you too Myra, my father wanted me to extend his well wishes to your mother." His father had found out he was meeting Makai and Myra and made sure he wormed his way into getting a good wish to Danger.

"Nothing particularly new. Been doing some contracting work. Jazz and I have been bouncing around the hyperlanes delivering cargo…it ain't much but it's honest work and better than working for my old man." He of course omitted that a good portion of that cargo was on said man's behalf.

Junior's cheeks and annoyance flared at Makai's greeting, the polite society environment the only thing that stopped him from throttling his childhood friend. He looked towards Jazz and saw the raised eyebrow and rolled his eyes in response that she'd seen enough to recognize as exasperation but would probably be glad for once it wasn't directed towards her. “Yeah it’s good to see you too Makky.”

And then it was directed towards her yet again as she described, somewhat accurately on how they met. Pulling her seat out for her, one that gave her the quickest access to the exit, he'd push it in once she sat before sitting at the spot next to her.

"She's telling a half truth. We did meet in a rather seedy bar and technically there was a proposition involved. The full truth is she was recommended to me by my aunt to help deliver some cargo."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

The look Myra cast Makai at the cheek kisses could have scorched Mustafar.

Excuse me? said the sharp flash of her stormy grey eyes leveled squarely at her husband. That man would definitely be paying for that display later. Cheek kissing? Since when did he greet other women like that, and Noah Jr. of all people?

Not that she had much time to stew. The round of introductions swept in before she could sharpen her glare, and soon they were all seated. Noah mentioned his father's regards, and Myra offered a polite smile -- only for her brow to arch when she learned Junior had met his new paramour in a seedy bar.

Honestly, she wasn't surprised.

And the way Junior phrased it didn't help much -- at least until he clarified that it had been for business.

"Oh?" she asked smoothly, turning her attention to Jazz with a curious tilt of her head. "What sort of business do you do, Miss Rocvard?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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

Makai recongized that look. One that meant he was in trouble. Yet by now he had learned how to deal with it ; act completely innocent and as if nothing was happening. Feeding into the issue was like tossing dry logs onto a raging bonfire. Sometimes you just had to let that fire burn itself out. Especially when he knew it was coming from a place of misplaced jealousy.

Assisting his wife with her chair, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek once she had sat. With both women seated, Makai took his own place next to his wife, listening to the story of how Junior and the woman met. So far nothing in the tale was a surprise, although his eyebrow did arc at the mention of a proposition.

If he was a guessing man, Makai suspected Miss Rocvard had been looped in to haul a type of weapon for the Coreks. Maybe one that needed a certain level of handling. Hyperlanes could be tricky as of late.

Trying to figure out if he remembered who Junior's aunt was, Makai stayed quiet. It was safer for him that way at this moment.

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Equipment: [redacted]​

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

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The Zeltron caught the icy shift and glared daggers, shrinking a little. Even if it wasn't directed at her, the last thing she needed was a jealous wife coming after her for some perceived slight.

What the hell did you get me into, she thought in Noah's direction though she was no telepath.

Jazz squeezed Noah's hand, then scooted forward with his efforts, tucking up to the table. She smiled at the mention of Noah's green-skinned aunt. It seemed like a lifetime ago she'd met the woman. But it had opened doors, some of the unexpected.

Then Myra's question. "I'm in the logistics business. Freelance cargo delivery. Sometimes on contract, sometimes bespoke for things that require special or discreet handling." Offering a small shrug she flashed Noah a faint smile. "In this case it was religious items and artifacts to some interested people in Mando territory. Which, can always be a little tricky. So I suppose I do a lot of risk assessment and planning. Contract negotiations. Accounts receivable, financial planning. All the top to bottom entrepreneurial and business matters that keep things moving."

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

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

Junior gave Jazz a small smile when he felt her thoughts hit his mind. For a while now he'd been feeling a more than just physical and emotional bond grow between the two. If he had to put a finger on it, it felt very much like the bond he had with Morgan, his twin, or other close family members but…different.

However one didn't have to be an empath or use the Force to sense the daggers that were glared and practically thrust into the chest of Makai by Myra at the kisses given to Jazz and Junior's cheeks. The man would be lying if he didn't feel at least a little bit of satisfaction that Myra was also annoyed at her husband's actions.

Taking his seat he smirked at Makai's atypical silence and again felt satisfaction flare up in his chest, enjoying the comeuppance his friend was receiving at least for now. Reaching he gently took Jazz's hand in his as she told the story of how they met.

"Of course with my luck the job didn't go smoothly. Had to…dissuade some pirates who wanted the cargo, probably to sell it to some less than reputable dealers." He deliberately left off the firefight, Jazz being wounded and any events that happened afterward since they weren't the best type of conversation to have there.

When Jazz talked about her business acumen Noah nodded with a grin. “She ain’t blowing smoke there. I’ve seen her negotiate with some of the most miserly Toydarian’s you’ve ever seen and leave them smiling at the end with no pheromones at all.”

Not long after he spoke a waiter came forth and placed menus in front of the group. Junior didn't have to look at the drinks menu and simply looked at the man. "My lady and I will take a Whyren's Reserve and a glass of water."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra's gaze lingered on Makai for a long, dangerous heartbeat. Oh, he knew that look. The one that promised retribution in the form of very creative payback later. And the worst part? He'd probably liked it.

She could almost hear Makai's smug little voice in her head, pretending innocence just to get angry Myra in the speeder car on the way home.

Well. Two could play that game, the heiress thought as she smoothed the napkin over her lap with practiced ease; the mental checklist was already forming.

• Number one, make him sweat.
• Number two, pretend nothing's wrong.
• Number three, make him remember exactly who he was married to before the night was over.

All the while, mama's words echoed in the back of her mind with a wry and fond tone.

Hide your crazy, darlin' and always act like a lady.

Easier said than done, but Myra tried.

The soft lighting and clinking of glasses helped her center herself. Crowds didn't make her chest tighten quite like they used to, though she still caught herself counting breaths before speaking. Myra forced her expression into an easy smile as she turned to Jazz.

"Logistics, is it? That's impressive," she replied with polite interest. "Dealing with Mandalorian space takes a steady hand and more nerve than I'd wager most traders have these days."

As the waiter took their drink orders, Myra gave hers.

"A glass of Blossom Wine, please."

Once the order was made, she looked back toward Jazz and Noah, eyes flicking between them with a hint of curiosity.

"So do you only deliver within Mandalorian Empire territory or do you have other routes you frequent?" she asked, but beneath the table, her fingers tapped against Makai's knee, a silent little we'll talk later reminder disguised behind her most beaming smile.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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

"Andoan Red, please."

Given the rise of Naboo, Makai wasn't surprised his wife went with the blossom wine. A little too flowery for his liking but he hoped his better half enjoyed it. At this point he could only hope she got tipsy enough to forget her little game ; a mental note to ensure the blossom wine kept flowing, somehow he would have to alert their waiter subtly.

"You're both into logistics then? Or that's been a focus?"

Feeling the taps on his knee, his hand gently clasped over hers, thumb running against the back of her hand. Strategy to make her forget as well. Such was the issue with entrapping marrying someone from childhood. Much of their habits and subtle gestures had been figured out well before they had reached the altar. Add becoming parents on top of that and, not to brag, but Makai was certain he had this entire 'husband' thing down to an art.

"We don't mean to pry. There's a proposal I would like to ask of both of you regarding hyperlanes and logistics. It may be too early to discuss business but just to air my intentions I thought I would bring it up."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Equipment: [Redacted]​

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

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"My lady and I will take a Whyren's Reserve and a glass of water."

The order of Whyren's Reserve and the water made her smile faintly to herself. At least a place like this was likely to have it. Not like where they'd met. But more than that it had been a personal code. The order was a nice touchstone.

She gave him an appreciative and approving glance.

"Dealing with Mandalorian space takes a steady hand and more nerve than I'd wager most traders have these days."

Jazz turned her attention back to Myra. "Bravery helps. A good sabaac face. A little luck. Good planning, and fast talking. But the best, most successful runs, and most profitable... are down right boring." The pink-skin raised one shoulder, head tilted in a jaunty half-shrug. "Whatever it takes."

"So do you only deliver within Mandalorian Empire territory or do you have other routes you frequent?"

That question only brightened her smile, lighting up her face all the way to her eyes. "Yeah, no. I run from Anoat to Zonoma Sekot and everywhere in between." She paused. "Well, that's a little hyperbole but not by much. Truth is, my work takes me all over the place. I've based out of Zeltros, Nar Shadda, to places you won't find on a map, or even have a name"

"You're both into logistics then? Or that's been a focus?"

At Makai's question she turned her attention to Noah, questions in her eyes. "I can't really speak for him, on the whole. But lately he's been running with me. It's been.... a good partnership. One I didn't expect or look for."

By then the waitstaff returned with their drink orders and began handing them out. Were they ready to order or did they need some more time?

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

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

The faint smile that came to Jazz's face was not unnoticed by Junior as his hand rested on hers on top of the table, fingers gently intertwining as he looked at her. He knew she'd remember the drink order and winked playfully at her.

Junior's eyes darted between Myra and Makai with a grin, he'd been friends with Makky long enough to know when he was planning and scheming. He knew that's what he was doing against Myra, whether that was a good idea or not was up to Makky to decide…and not with him and Jazz in the middle.

When Myra spoke of Mandalorian space Junior shrugged. "While I hate using it, and it doesn't carry as much weight as it used to, my name can still open a few doors in Mandalorian space. Or get customs to look the other way depending on the circumstances."

When it came to the routes they ran Junior let Jazz speak, as she was the brains of the operation so to speak. More familiar with the hyperlanes, astro-navigation and piloting. Junior was the muscle, dealing with any complications that arose on their cargo runs.

When the question of logistics work came up Junior shrugged and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. "Like Jazz said, the most profitable runs are boring but I find them nice. I can read, tinker and keep my exercise regimen up."

He nodded at Jazz's description of where she'd been. "She's probably one of the most well traveled people I've met…and that's saying something."

"I'll admit logistics work wouldn't be my first career choice but I can't say I'm finding it enjoyable…and the company isn't that bad either." He grinned sideways at Jazz and squeezed her hand. It was around this time that the waiter returned and Junior leafed through the menu before finding what sounded best to him. "I'll take the nerf steak, medium rare with the tuber slivers."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

Myra's expression never once wavered from that picture-perfect cordial smile her mama had drilled into her since childhood. But beneath the table, her hand shifted in that slow and deliberate manner, until her nails lightly raked up Makai's thigh from knee to mid-length, each pass a soft, wordless warning.

Makai wanted to play innocent? Fine. She'd up the ante.

Those silver orbs didn't so much as flicker as she looked toward Jazz, voice as smooth as Blossom Wine.

"That's quite the range, Miss Rocvard. From Zeltros to Zonoma Sekot? Sounds like you've seen just about every kind of trouble this side of the Core."

Myra accepted her glass of wine from the waiter with a pleasent thank you, bringing it to her lips for a sip, eyes glittering faintly over the rim.

"Mmm. Perfect." She smiled at the waiter again. "I'll have the nerf steak, medium rare, with the silver tubers, please."

She then turned her attention toward Makai then to ask, "Is this the restaurant your Uncle Caspian supplies the nerfsteaks to? I heard he managed to corner quite the distribution deal in this sector."

Under the table, her nails traced another languid drag up his thigh, soft enough to pass unnoticed, sharp enough to remind him exactly who was in control.

Then, as if nothing were amiss, she turned back to Jazz and Noah with that same warm, engaging poise.

"And you both handle the Mandalorian runs together now? That must make for some long nights on the hyperlanes."

And while Myra's tone was casual and conversational, the slight curve of her lips told Makai in no uncertain terms he was absolutely going to pay for those cheek kisses later.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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

As he was handed his wine, iced azure gaze tried to implore to the waiter to keep the blossom wine flowing. Trying to will the man to understand, although he was certain this silent plea went unnoticed. Maybe a more direct approach once he noticed the wine dipping lower. Desperate times, after all.

Taking a sip of wine, the half-Galan gave a small choking sound as he swallowed the red liquid, thanks to the hand running from knee to thigh. Carefully, he set the glass down, a little concerned about choking again. Slowly, he turned his head, looking at his wife. Apparently she wanted to spend the next ten months nauseous and with swollen ankles.

"Nerf steak, medium with the roasted mushrooms, thank you." Order placed, attention turned to him about the steaks. He gave a small nod, his father having seen Caspian not too long ago.

"Caspian is Dad's cousin and yes, I believe these are the steaks from his ranch. He has been working hard to break into the Core and increase profits. I really need to introduce him to your Ma, I think they would get along."

Makai had been keeping an eye out for a decent match for his mother-in-law for a year and a half now. Pickings were slim, none he would trust picking up a rental speeder let alone a night out with the person he considered a mother figure.

"Working together sounds fun. Myra and I rarely get to - really she probably enjoys the break from me talking." He chuckled and shook his head, doing his best to ignore her innocent act. It wasn't working though, but he couldn't crack under the slightest pressure. "Would you two consider taking a contract for our newest venture? Its more consulting though."