Private What happens on Thustra...

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Spoiler: Mood Music

Location: Thustra - City
Equipment: Blue dress, high heels, vambraces
Objective: Enjoy the night.
Tags: Kyra Perl | Jerek Zenduu

As the speeder moved away from the palace, it headed off, deep into the city that surrounded it. Mountains rose high in the back, and a large stretch of plains land had been turned into a modern city. Skyscrapers reached into the sky, and busy space ports saw a constant stream of incoming ships. Allya watched that cute little Zeltron that was between them, she was the girl nip Jerek’s ear. Part of her wondered if she should feel jealous. Was that the appropriate response? Truthfully, all she had ever asked for was his heart. It was a Zeltron. What did the galaxy expect to happen? Them NOT to be a bit flirty? Besides, his reaction had been adorable.

Rather than any passionate response, or over the top emotion, the first thing Allya felt was peace. A new friend, and her lover, free from the confines of that place. The teen had always been forced to join in social functions. Dressed up like a doll, forced to play nicely, to smile and giggle at people. But, the reality is, without her armor, the Mandalorian felt vulnerable. But Jerek always made her feel so safe. When next to him, she wasn’t worried about assassination plots, or what the grown ups thought. Allya watched the lights as they passed under them, examined every little speeder that passed by. Little by little her passion rose back up and took over her mind. Why waste the night?

Her eyes closed and she enjoyed the feeling of the wind in her hair, of the speeder as it accelerated, de-accelerated, rose and fell. Finally, her chocolate eyes opened and she looked at Kyra, with a slightly tilted head. You only got nights like this once in a while, and it would be fun to tease Jerek a bit. Her heart raced as she slipped her arm around Kyra’s waist, and let her hand rest on the other female’s side. Allya gave Kyra a cheeky grin as she enjoyed the feel of the girl. This would be the first time she had ever done something of this nature at all. “So. I know a place. Dim lights, a way to sneak some drinks, dancing, completely different from the feel of the last place. All three real close. Privacy.” She nodded to a building not far from their location. “Right down there.”

The place she pointed at was close to the industrial zone, with plenty of air speeder parking. The streets were a tad run down, but there were plenty of people that entered and exited the brightly lit entrance. The sign would show it to be the sister club of a place that Jerek and Allya had gone to long ago. Allya let her head rest against the side of Kyra’s head, as she waited for Jerek to park. The hand that rested on Kyra’s waist reached out and touched her lover’s leg. Her large eyes glanced over at him and expressed complete adoration. She had needed a change of pace, life had been far too hectic lately, and she was glad he was with her.

 

[Kyra Perl]

"Let's burn the town down."​

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Kyra had been drunk and high on the emotions of the party when she made the declaration, two factors which did not change as she sat squished between the two she had left with in the speeder.

Was this even theirs? Or did they steal it? She couldn't recall, details pleasantly fuzzy as the wind tore through her hair. She had come into this night wanted to drown the world out, and it was a feat she had achieved as each drink she had down dropped another inhibition to the back of her thoughts. Kyra had held back for so long.

Proper jedi do this.

Good girls do that.

Don't be just another Zeltron.

Control yourself.

Don't feel.

But why? There was just so much pain in recent events-- she couldn't understand-- why. The once sith wrapped their arms around her form, and the unwitting empath soaked in the desires Allya had struggled with moments before.

To hell. With. It all.

Hands caressed a tangle of limbs, hers, his, hardly mattered as her breath fell heavily from her lips. She felt alive.

"I want another drink," she declared as they pulled up. Jerek was not given time to open the door and step out. Kyra crawled over his lap and stumbled over the speeder's frame. A squeak and an over enthusiastic force push caught her before she fell on her face. She stood up, unphased and grinning as she straightened herself out.

"I hope you have an ID."

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Jerek was glad Allya had chosen an open-top speeder. He so rarely had the chance to pilot anything inside an atmosphere, and feeling the wind streaking through his shaggy hair was exhilarating. He wanted to scream and shout and let it all out. The giddiness from the jubilee and Kyra's adventurous antics had him bubbling with emotion. It was odd for him, and made even odder still with the calming presence of Allya next to him.

He could feel the coolness of her touch on his leg, a chill that he felt beyond mere temperature. His girl was relaxed and peaceful, not exactly something Allya was known for. Jerek might have been concerned, but her soul had felt so heavy when he first approached her tonight. He could sense that she was much lighter now through the Force, but even her body showed it off. Her eyes were closed and it was clear she was just enjoying the ride. The boy grinned, and gunned the engine again to give her more reason to enjoy it.

Better instincts instilled in the padawan would have pulled him off of this course of action. Kyra's incendiary comment, Allya's speedy acquisition of their vehicle, and his own prideful showboating tonight were not the behavior the Jedi would appreciate from him. Some part of Jerek knew they were headed for a bit of real mischief, with a good chance of upsetting their new Thustrian allies.

A large part of him didn't care if he could spend that time with Allya.

So when she suggested stopping at what wound up being a club, one that distinctly reminded him of another club he had visited with Allya before, the boy had to laugh. Just a little chuckle at first, but the amusement wouldn't let go. "Eager to relive our first date, babe?" He was, of course. "I think I'm still too sober to d—oof"

Jerek winced as the bundle of drunk, red energy tipped over him to splat onto the landing pad below her face. He leaned over, watching as Kyra picked herself back up, grinning like a fool. He almost laughed, but his stomach still hurt from where she'd elbowed him on her way out of the speeder. "I don't think they take Padawan Learner idents for alcohol, Kyra."

But he was sure that Kyra would figure something out for that.

He opened the door at last, and turned to Allya, offering his hand to her in what was probably his first —and possibly last— Jedi-like act of the night, "Ready to go in?"

Allya Vi'Dreya Kyra Perl​