With us evil lives on the right side of wrong

[Scherezade deWinter]

And here they were on Coruscant again. This time, there was no reason to sneak about though. Scherezade had planned to make use of the extra freedom she got now that she'd somewhat proven to be self reliable enough to be around people without causing too many wrong things to happen, and she was definitely planning on using that freedom to get out tonight.

The growth of her control within the Force had also given her more tools to asses just what kind of information her grandmother had dumped into her brain, and she was relieved to discover that she found her mother's choice of attire very close to what she wanted for herself. The pretty dresses could wait for when she was around or attending official stuff with Kat. For now though, she was just happy wearing plain jeans, bland sneakers, and a soft pink tank-top.

She'd browsed through the Holonet earlier, and discovered that a party in the Uscru District. This time she even had a few credits with her, so rather than walk for a few hours, she hopped a cab to get there early.

The party was supposed to part of a line that liked to spook visitors. Servers were dressed up as monsters, and someone thought it would be funny to put floating eyeballs made of something synthetic in all the drinks.

It was corny beyond belief.

And that made Scherezade smile.


[member="Darth Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

Gods only know what brought him to a costume party on Coruscant, But alas here he was, A miralulan Sith dressed up as a Chiss Jedi.. Should be a fun party.

Jayce had arrived by shuttle to the front of the party. He now stood on the dance floor... Well standing is definitely not the word for what Jayce Pryde was currently doing, A standing epileptic spasm set to the beat of music was a more proper definition. His fake Jedi robes flailing in the air as the sweat began to smear his blue face paint.

As the song ended so did Jayce's seizure. With a smile cutting across his lips for once and a thirst that could make a desert sarlaac seem refreshed


He quickly made his way over to the buffet area and looked around for something to drink but couldn't seem to find anything...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Oh no. No, no, no. She was not going to dance. The upbeat music threatened to draw her in, make her join the hoards of sweating bodies on the dance floor, but Scherezade resisted. She was not about to make a fool of herself in front of a place full of strangers. She'd so far only danced in the privacy of her room on Kat's ship, and even that was only when Kat was't around. She was nowhere near ready to move her limbs like that in public. That was for... That was for people who weren't her, at the moment.

But this was still a party, and she was still just. Standing there. It was getting old, really fast. She'd been excited about coming here earlier, but now there was nothing to keep her interest up. No dancing, no talking to strangers. What was a girl to do?

Instead she snuck her way to a corner that seemed a little dark, and was thankfully void of people making out.

It didn't have to be a completely wasted night, after all.

Gathering he Force about her, the girl focused on a tray of finger sandwiches. She knew she could do it, though the ability didn't come to her without intent. Not yet, anyway. She could feel the tendrils of the Force slowly come out of her and warp around the tray. It wasn't heavy, which was good. Heavier things would take longer to do what she wanted with.

When she was certain she had a firm grab on the tray, she counted a few heartbeats, and slammed it into the back of one of the males on the dance floor. The male turned around surprised, his eyes falling on someone else in costume, and the fist fight took only a moment to erupt.

Scherezade grinned to herself. What she'd done would serve absolute no purpose. But the point was, she could actually do it.


[member="Darth Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

It had taken what seemed like forever but Jayce finally got what he desired more than power at this point, Something he yearned for more than to become a God even..... He finally had a Correllian Sunrise in his hands.

Now sitting at the bar sipping his tangy beverage through the tiny straw, The young Sith peered around the room, watching and waiting.

That's when he felt it, the raw unbridled force being channeled by one not yet in full control of their own abilities. It took Jayce less than twenty seconds to pinpoint the source in the club full of people.... It came from a young girl in the corner, a girl that Pryde wondered how she slipped past security without an ID check. It took even less time for him to realize what she was doing, and even had to supress a chuckle as he watched her bash a patron with a force embued tray of finger sandwiches with a smile on her face.

Had this young girl just started a bar fight? Was she really giggling as she watched the ensuing violence? And the big question.... Why was Jayce smiling like an idiot as he watched her?

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

The fight seemed to drag on longer than she'd initially intended. Apparently, the guy who was hit by a tray had gone for someone who was really burly and strong, and even the people around trying to separate the two who had no idea why they were fighting was simply not enough. Scherezade was pretty sure heard the crunch of at least one bone, and the sound satisfied her more than she thought it would.

But such events of distractions were not just for her to enjoy. A quick scan of the crowd would reveal that more than one pickpocket decided to use it to turn that night into an income. Scherezade didn't really notice that until an unfamiliar hand made its way into the pocket of her pants.

"Hey," she yelped in surprise, "no touching!"

Her yelp didn't really help though. The hand was gone, and a quick check revealed that with it were the few credits she had with her. Oh, this was not good. She did not want to walk back to the docks after this was over. Normally, she'd think such a situation through, plan, consider alternatives, ask for advice from people who knew better, and then decide what to do. But this was not normally.

Without thinking, the girl moved quickly, leaping from where she was, and landing a mere few inches behind the pickpocket.

"Give that back or your career ends tonight," she gnarled.

"Sorry girl, you're outta luck," he smiled at her, showing her the credits as he slipped the with elegance into his own pocket.

Scherezade was having none of that. Within a heartbeat she'd already pounced on him, her little Czerka knife coming from her belt, its point making its way in between his ribs. Deep enough to hurt, not deep enough to penetrate a lung. Yet. Her thighs clamped down on his midsection with full force. She would give him no chance to escape with her money. And he was going to give her all the money he'd stolen that night too, since it was only right that she'd make a little profit considering all the trouble he was giving her.

"Now," she growled, uncaring about whether or not the two were inviting any attention from other people present.


[member="Darth Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

Tonight was surely turning out more interesting than Jayce had ever imagined, He had his favorite drink, He had a great fight to watch, and even a cute girl to state at...... Tonight was turning out to be one hell of a thing.

The two men fighting on the dance floor now looked similar to this thing called a "MoshPit" he had witnessed on one of the Hutt worlds during ewok death metal concert.

"Ewoks are so adorable, everyone should have a pet ewok" is what Jayce was thinking just before his attention was pulled back to the adorable psycho who had started the brawl...The same adorable psycho that just screamed at a man and who she was now mounted upon and threatening with a knive.... "If I had parents of say she's the kind you bring home to meet your mother..... But I'll settle for parole officer" He thought as he took another silent sip of the drink in his left hand, His right hand occupied by holdout blaster held by his hip, the minute laser emitting from beneath it's barrel painting a small dot upon the temple of the would be theif who had just tried to rob his new psychotic friend. You know.. Just incase she needs help and all.....

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

She almost stabbed him. Almost. But then that little dot showed on the guy who tried to steal her money.

Turning her head, she glared at the direction she thought it was coming from. How dare whoever it was do that! This was her kill! If she'd kill him at all. The knife dug a little deeper between the thief's ribs, causing her to focus on him again.

"Sorry," she apologized as she inched the knife a few millimeters backwards, "didn't mean to do that. Someone's got a blaster aimed at you. Now give me all your creds."

Apparently, it was really easy to convince someone to give you their money if you had a knife wedged between their ribs. Scherezade used her free hand to take the credits that were given to her, and she stuffed them back into her pocket, where they belonged. Now the only thing to do was decide whether she was letting the pickpocket go.

Damn.

If they weren't in such a public place, she'd use him to practice some of her abilities. As it was though, she was in a place with too many witnesses, and a cold kill would draw the attention of unwanted officials.

So she just stood up, dusting her pants a little. Without checking to see if he wasn't bleeding out, she spun around immediately, her eyes scanning the direction from which the blaster must've come from, trying to locate the person she was about to have some very rough words with.


[member="Darth Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

By this time a sinister smirk had twisted Jayce's lips As he continued to watch her work... There was even a split second when he swore she had looked right at him.

As she took the credits from the would be thief Jayce finished off his drink and holstered his blaster before ordering another only this time he also ordered one for the lady as well before turning back just in time to see her remove herself from off the now poorer male and turn his way with a less than happy look.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

She had no gargam clue as to who had aimed that blaster. No one had the sense to make her evening somewhat easier and keep the blaster in open sight, so she was going to have to manually check. And after the little moment she had to go through with the pickpocketer, Scherezade was angry. Later, she would revel in the way it felt. She had never been angry like this before, control and tap over her emotions momentarily lost to her.

Arriving at the bar, she just brushed by [member="Darth Pryde"], but her eyes weren't looking at him. Instead she used the edge of the seat next to his to climb onto the bar itself.

"All right, you bunch of assholes," she cracked her knuckles, her voice booming over the blaring music to all those who were within a radius of a few feet, "who's the shmuck that tried to steal my kill with a coward's blaster?!"

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

The look in her eyes told him everything he wanted and needed to know... And he knew now, They were solo gonna be besties. Either that or she would be murdering him soon... It was kind of hard to tell at this second but still very exciting for the young Miralukan Sith.

Her anger flowed off of her like a river and it took every ounce of Jayce's own willpower to stop himself from giggling at the flow of the dark side within her.

He couldn't quite help but state at her, and though Jayce had never considered himself to be exactly heterosexual he couldn't help but find her absolutely gorgeous as she screamed violently at the crowd around them from stop the bar.


With a soft sip from his drink As he raised his hand with a smile he answered. "That would be me.... And I wasn't trying to steal your kill, But id love to offer you a drink"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

There. He confessed. Green eyes squinted as she looked directly at him, and there was nothing soft about her gaze.

"What else would you call aiming a blaster at someone I'm in the process of turning into a pin cushion?" she demanded. She wasn't screaming anymore. Instead, her voice dipped low. Dangerously low. "If you ever do that again," she continued without waiting for a answer, crouching down on a knee so she'd only be a head above him and not several feet, "I'm going to peel your skin off and see what you look like on the inside. And since I've never peeled anything before, you can expect it to be a very long and very painful process."

Pausing briefly, she considered her next move. There had been an offer for a drink.

"And keep your drink," she added, "the ID I'm carrying tonight claims I'm underage."

With that, she jumped off the bar, landing perfectly just behind him.

[member="Darth Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

"Most people would call it having someone else's back" He retorted even though he understood how she could be confused in a galaxy like this.

He simply shrugged his shoulders and sipped his drink as she spoke of skinning him alive or something.... He had actually stopped listening to what she was saying as he had become almost entranced by how similar her threats were to the chitterings of an angry ewok.

Finally snapping back to reality as she flipped and landed behind him he spun on his chair to gave her as he responded... "Its not as hard as it seems.. Especially hang if you hang them upside down and start at the ankles and work your way down"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"Having someone's back depends team work," Scherezade retorted back.

Turning around, she glared at him. He spoke as if he knew how skinning worked. She was willing to bet that he had no clue, but was just repeating something he'd heard or read somewhere.

"Let's hang you upside down and test that theory," she added with a smug face.



[member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

He merely giggled as she continued her rant about skinning him.... Maybe it was her fetish, Who was he to judge with his own lust for Wookie women and male Jawas.

He took another long sip of his drink before pointing to the seat next to him motioning for her to sit.

"You may want to sit and have a drink before THEY get involved" He stated promptly as his head nodded towards the local law officers who just entered the bar.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

She was about to ask they who, when her eyes followed to where he'd motioned. Officials. Which was exactly not who she wanted to get tangled up with. Not in a place where she could be identified without too much hassle. Scherezade cursed under her breath, but made no notion or witty comeback as she took her place besides [member="Jayce Pryde"].

But her sitting there didn't mean she was idle by any means. Moving her hair around so it partially covered some of her face, she scanned around the room, trying to note all possible exits. She'd need one to get out of here.

And then there was the shmuck sitting next to her. Whatever was to happen though, Scherezade had already decided that she was not going to ask him for help.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

As the young woman sat down Jayce watched as the Officers made their way through the crowd and seemingly straight towards the booth Jayce and his new friend sat at.

Jayce quickly began to clear his mind and focus the force through his mind, allowing the tendrils of the force to creep from his mind and into that of the two officers approaching them.

"We need to see some identification" Came the raspy voice of one of the Officers as they both glared at Jayce's new friend nearly ignoring the Sith.... Which was their mistake.

Jayce had his talons deeply gripped into the weak minds of the Officers as he stood smirking and asked in a rather calm tone... "Officers? Is there a reason you're harrassing my dear grandmother?" And with that they turned the attention to Jayce just long enough for him to truly dominate their minds.

"He's right why are we bothering this lady? She's at least Seventy and we are looking for someone in their twenties" The higher ranking officer stated as both men turned back to the young woman, Who they both now seen as a sweet little granny... "Sorry for the trouble Ma'am, enjoy you're evening with your Grandson"

With that said both men left and finished their rounds before exiting the bar. Jayce merely sat back down with a cocky smile and kicked his feet up into the table...... "Ahh that was simple enough.... So you got a name or should I just call you Trouble?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade sat frozen as the officers inspected her. She could feel the Force singing beneath her skin, and understood quickly that the person sitting next to her was a Force User. Further inspection alerted her of the scent of the Darkside, causing her to be drawn to the beat of his heart almost instantly. She was really going to have to work on that, she thought. It wouldn't be for her instincts to try to get her closer to anyone who was a Darksider. It would probably spell her death out much sooner than anticipated.

She snickered to herself when the officers remarked that she looked over 70. In truth, she was much closer to that than to the age shown on her fake ID, but there was no point to discuss this out in the open.

Looking at the dude, the anger seemed to have almost vanished from her face. Almost.

Everyone always asked her about a name. None, so far, had actually opted to use it after she told them what it was. "Scherezade," she answered, weighing in her mind whether she ought to thank him for the save or not.


[member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

"I can't tell of that's a name or of you're cursing me in some funky language...So imma just keep calling you Trouble " He stated as a soft smirk curled his lips.

He gazed upon her through sickening yellow eyes, Eyes corrupted from years of using Dark side arts..though still holding into a certain softness. To him she appeared no older than himself, If she was even that, But something about her aura and the force surrounding her told Jayce otherwise.... "So what brings an old woman such as yourself into an establishment such as this?" He asked with a chuckle knowing everyone around them now saw Jayce sitting there having a conversation with a sweet little old lady...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Trouble. Now Scherezade had two names besides her own. Pebble and Trouble. She hoped Trouble would be the last of it, or she'd have to end up responding to too many nouns that could wiggle themselves into everyday conversation.

"Not so fast," she retorted when asked her what she was doing there. She assumed, due to his phrasing, that she still appeared as an old woman to those around them, "what about your name, you dosh?"

[member="Jayce Pryde"]