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Jahzra Rocvard

Criminal with a Heart of Gold

Equipment: [redacted]

Jazz studied the menu as Myra talked and went about her antics with Makai, and listening. At the comment about long nights in the hyperlanes she glanced up. The insinuation wasn't lost on Jazz, and she couldn't argue. The thought made her face and ears heat for a moment, though it might've been hard to notice with the slight reddening her skin had already undergone. Or at least she hoped.

Makai went on to talk business in the food industry and making deals. An off-hand commentary but at the same time the subtle flex wasn't lost on her either. Not that either of them needed it. Still, it was light enough to not bother. It wasn't a deliberate needle or jab at either of them. Maybe he wasn't even aware of it? She pushed the notion away.

At his comment about giving Myra a break from talking a smirk plastered itself across her face. I'm sure there's other things she enjoys you doing with that mouth.

With her being the last to order she turned her attention to the waitstaff. "I guess I'll do the nerf steak too. Medium-rare." She glanced around the interior, seeing more patrons showing up. That was probably a good sign. With any luck they'd get a good sear on them. "I'll do the mashed tubers with buttery herbs." She passed the menu back.

At Makai's question she tilted her head just so. "I think we would consider it," she mused, glancing up at Noah. Not that she could speak for him, or would presume to. Her attention drifted back to the other couple. "Depending on what it is, of course." Here come the NDAs and Non-compete paperwork.


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


Junior's freckled face caught a bit of redness as Myra mentioned the 'long nights' it seemed like her husband wasn't the only one she was going to be teasing tonight. "The nights are pretty long but thankfully there's a lot to do on the ship. We share maintenance equally, I'm in charge of food, Jazz does the piloting…a pretty equitable arrangement."

Once everyone had ordered Junior gathered the menus and handed them off to the waiter before turning back to the conversation at hand. Myra and Makai talked about how his uncle Caspian was supplying the restaurant. He understood it was idle dinner talk and not bragging, at least he thought it wasn't.

The conversation continued and Junior reached for his glass and took a sip of his whiskey. The sip was almost spit out when words that were definitely not his own crossed his mind. Almost immediately he knew whose thoughts they were. Being in a rather confined space for days on end had let him grow accustomed to her mind in the Force and her natural Zeltron emphatic abilities had helped.

Looking over at Jazz he saw the smirk on her face and raised an eyebrow before a smirk of his own took over his face and he did something. Along with him becoming comfortable with her he had also found out he could use the Force to project images to her and he did so now, projecting a rather risqué image of punishment to her.

With that planted into her head he turned back towards Makai when he mentioned a contract and chuckled, shaking his head good naturedly. "Every time we meet, no matter when or where you always try to drag me into some scheme of yours Makky." The words were sarcastic but playful, holding no malice.

"Consulting?" He raised an eyebrow as that piqued his interest at least marginally. "Like my better half said, it depends on the work but we'd definitely consider it…for the right price of course."
 


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

Myra's smile was radiant but also entirely misleading. It was the sort of smile that made holojournalists comment on how gracefully she'd inherited her mama's composure. Underneath the table, however, her nails were making slow, deliberate work of Makai's thigh, tracing up and down in deceptively idle circles that said I know exactly what I'm doing.

Outwardly, she lifted her glass, swirling the wine gently before taking a sip.

"Cassian does fine work," she said smoothly with a warm smile. "It's good to see his steaks being featured in a place like this.."

She didn't miss the subtle choke he gave earlier at her touch, and that alone fueled her next stroke of her nails, a slow drag up his thigh that stopped just shy of his hip.

Returning her focus to Noah and Jazz, Myra's continued talks of business.

"Makai and I are expanding our logistics network and working with a few new trade routes through the Mid Rim. It sounds like the kind of thing you and Miss Rocvard might be perfectly suited for."

And while her tone was seemingly professional, her hand under the table gave one last slow rake up his thigh before settling, fingertips resting just high enough where those blue scales were to remind him that while she could play the polite heiress with ease, she was still his Myra and he was in trouble.

"And you mentioned moving religious artifacts, Miss Rocvard. That sounds fascinating. Do you specialize in cultural preservation, or is it more a matter of moving goods safely from point A to B?"


The waiter passed by, and she set her glass down just long enough to add, "Another pour, please, thank you," before refocusing entirely on the couple.

"I imagine work like that brings you into contact with all sorts of clients...nobility, temple curators, perhaps even a few less-than-legitimate collectors?"

And while Myra's tone was conversational, there was almost an analytical curiosity in it.

 





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

At this point he was very, very convinced the implant designed to mitigate the effects of Zeltron pheromones was defective on his wife. Perhaps a little convincing after this to visit a PharmaTech facility and get it checked. Considering he felt perfectly fine, it was the only explanation. Revenge? Seemed a bit drawn out for a mere cheek kiss.

Brows furrows a bit and he looked at her, giving Ellie the silent look of weirdo. Married, parents, and business owners they may be but at the heart of it they were twenty-somethings and weirdo was a valid insult. At least her hand had stopped near his hip and another glass of wine was on the way to keep her occupied.


"Not schemes. Real business opportunity." Makai had tried to convince Junior to join him before. "Myra and I are doing a joint venture for small parcel logistics in addition to other cargo. I was wondering if we could contract the both of you as consultants for the lanes as we get them established. Security protocols, fastest routes, best practices. We are willing to give you time to discuss it and get back to us at a later date."

Focus shifted to Miss Rocvard's previous work centered around religious artifacts. Taking another sip of wine, he shook his head.


"Don't let Persephone find out."





 

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