You won't meet Mr. Right in a place so Wrong(Dreya/Open)

[Christian Slade]

Corellia

Three Smugglers Bar

There wasn't much about Corellia that Christian liked, but the last time he was there he'd met an apprentice of his that he hadn't spoken to in quite some time. There was a good chance that if he was going to see him, he'd be there, but he knew better than that. His apprentice had since become a Knight and was touring the galaxy, probably looking for Christian, so that he could kill him and claim his knowledge in the force and the collection of Holocrons he'd accumulated over the years. He'd have a hard time of it, though. Christian wasn't very fond of back stabbing understudies, and he certainly didn't agree that to surpass your master, you must dispatch them.

The bar was dimly lit, the typical band playing with a pretty Twi'Lek singing in front of all of them to try and draw the eyes of the patrons, but few were interested. Like Christian, everyone else was minding their own business, getting drunk as usual, as they waited for the day to come to an end. Christian did the same, but those golden eyes he had were watchful, the door drawing most of their attention as they watched each one come and go as the Sith Lord drank his woes away.

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I walk through the door of the bar. Corellia is a cruel planet. The people judge and turn on each other at every turn. I did not understand why, but the fact they they did so, even to the innocent, made me angry. It didn't help to turn on your brother if you had nothing, because here, he wouldn't have anything either. I make my way to the bar. The tender asks me what I would like. I have never had an alcoholic beverage, so I choose one at random. As I get ready to tell him my choice, he makes eye contact with me. He looks at me strangely, backing away slightly. I do not understand why. I am wearing my ring. My wings are not visible, my hair is a normal-looking deep purple-burgundy, my skin is barely glowing at all. And then I realize that it must be my eyes that disturb him. My reflective, mirror-like silver eyes. I quickly look down at the bar and wait patiently for my drink.
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

"She'll have her drink at my table." , Christian said, raising his hand and signaling where he was sitting from across the bar. As he did, the bartender's gaze shifted from the young woman to Christian and he nodded towards the man, understanding and acceptance in his eyes as he prepared the girls order. He then stepped around the bar and carried it over to Christian's table, setting it out for her across from Christian as the Sith Lord tossed a couple credits on the table which the bartender took gladly.

Christian watched him carefully with those golden eyes for a moment until he left, then his eyes circled over to Dreya, setting on her and waiting for her to join him.

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I look over at a table, surprised to see a man paying for my drink. Cautiously, I walk over and join him. Once I sit down, I make eye contact with him. His eyes are a familiar kind of gold. I once knew others with his eyes. They were often cruel to me. My reflective eyes still warily locked on his, I say nothing.
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian reached down and picked up his drink from the top of the table they were sitting at without hesitation. She watched him carefully, seemingly captivated by his eyes and could guess that she might have seen some like his before. He didn't address that, however, as he sat there staring back across the table at her while he took a sip from his glass of whiskey.

"Well don't just sit there.", he finally said after taking a satisfactory gulp of whiskey. "Say something."

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I look down at my drink, clearing my throat. "Thank you...." I say, my voice light and airy and barely audible. I gingerly take a sip from my glass. The liquid is...VILE! BITTER! I cough, pushing the glass away. "Why do beings prefer this vile liquid? It can't be healthy!" I say.
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian smirked at the young woman as she thanked him and even smiled when she coughed up her drink and pushed it away in protest. It was all rather amusing, and though he wanted to know more about her and why she was there, he decided to take it slow. "Try this.", he said, taking a final sip of his honey whiskey before he sat it on the table and pushed it towards her.

"It's strong, but it's sweet as well and gets the job done."

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I eye the glass suspiciously. I look back up at the man. "I thank you for the thought, but I'm not so stupid as to drink something that a stranger gives me at random," I say, my silver eyes watching him carefully.
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian's eyes narrowed on the girl as he took his fresh glass of whiskey and took a sip, sighing as looked down at the glass, looking over it carefully as if he himself was trying to make sure that it hadn't been tampered with. "If I'd done something to that drink, why would I have taken a sip of it myself?", he asked her, his amber orbs darting from his glass to the girl and winking as he leaned back in his seat.

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I continue to study him, unchanged. "No. Unless you were already attuned to the drug or poison, and it had no affect on you..." I have seen this before in the facility were I was born. I watched it happen to others, and it even happened to me once. I will not go through that again.
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian shook his head as he watched the woman with lazy, unamused eyes. "Well then, pardon my hospitality.", he said, taking his glass and taking another sip of it as he reached back and rested his free arm across the back of the booth he was sitting in. "You're certainly a charming one, you know that?", he said, raising his glass and smirking at the woman.

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I blush slightly out of embarassment. "I'm sorry," I say, "I'm not used to friendly beings." All I ever met in the facility were crazy experiments, or experiments that wanted nothing but my power. The scientists were heartless to everyone.
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

"Friendly beings, hmmm?", Christian asked, taking his glass and taking another sip of his whiskey, gently brushing his tongue against his upper front teeth as he swallowed and sighed. "What are you, exactly? If you don't mind my asking..."

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I play with the rim of my glass. "It's.......complicated," I say. How do you tell someone that you aren't natural? That you're a tank-bred freak of nature, tortured for so long that you aren't mentally stable, and cast aside like a useless trinket when you were no longer wanted?
[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Popo]

A massive form entered the bar lobby and took in the interior in both guests, employees, and decoration. All of it was terrible. At least, the decoration was terrible. The employees needed skimpier outfits and the clientele were obviously middle range to lower income. In essence, a bar that looked high end, but was actually cheap as seen by the utilitarian carpet that, while well kept, had seen better years without what seemed like cranberry stains by the doors.

This was why Popo was here. In this bar. On Corellia. With money. In his armor. It had nothing to do with the older gentleman and the underage-looking girl in the corner who looked far to young to be drinking and was probably going to need a special whistle to blow for help to come running fairly soon.

With this in mind, the massive Shell Hutt went to the front desk to negotiate control of the bar. He paid no mind to the potential law breaking at the table nearby. Nope. Not one iota of attention was given.

And, it was for this lack of care and little acknowledgment to the laws that he gave a small item to a passing waitress and, in uncaring terms, instructed the woman to deliver the small, red, plastic whistle to the apparently underaged girl at the table nearby, because he didn't care.

[member="Dreya Shynn"] [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

A massive form entered the Casino lobby and took in the interior in both guests, employees, and decoration. All of it was terrible. At least, the decoration was terrible. The employees needed skimpier outfits and the clientele were obviously middle range to lower income. In essence, a casino that looked high end, but was actually cheap as seen by the utilitarian carpet that, while well kept, had seen better years without what seemed like cranberry stains by the elevators.

This was why Popo was here. In this casino. On Corellia. With money. In his armor. It had nothing to do with the older gentleman and the underage-looking girl in the corner who looked far to young to be drinking and was probably going to need a special whistle to blow for help to come running fairly soon.

With this in mind, the massive Shell Hutt went to the front desk to negotiate control of the casino. He paid no mind to the potential law breaking at the table nearby. Nope. Not one iota of attention was given.

And, it was for this lack of care and little acknowledgment to the laws that he gave a small item to a passing waitress and, in uncaring terms, instructed the woman to deliver the small, red, plastic whistle to the apparently underaged girl at the table nearby, because he didn't care.

[member="Dreya Shynn"] [member="Christian Slade"]

Not in a casino, dude. Lol

 

[Popo]

Spoiler

[member="Christian Slade"]
Yup. Epic fail on my end. Must've misread "Corellia" as "Casino" somehow. What I get for not sleeping. Edited

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I am surprised when a waitress givers me a little red whistle. I study it for a moment, cocking a brow. "Umm....What does this mean?" I ask the man across from me.
[member="Christian Slade"]
[member="Popo"]

 

[Christian Slade]

"Ya got me.", he said in response, amber eyes examining the tiny little whistle for a moment as he took another sip from is glass of whiskey. He then glanced around the room, seeing if there was anyone staring in their direction who might give themselves away for the sender of such a gift. He didn't notice any particularly curious eyes, but he had noticed a large, disgusting slug of a creature slither into the bar.

"Ugh...", he said, displaying a face of displeasure. "I hate Hutts."

[member="Dreya Shynn"]
[member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

The civic duty he didn't care about now done, Popo focused on speaking to the barkeep.

"Who owns this place and how quickly can they be here to speak with me. I wish to purchase this establishment."

With that Popo sat down to wait while the barkeep went to find the owner. Meanwhile, Tenloss agents were moving around the planet to secure land for new casinos, resorts, and other facilities owned by Tenloss.

[member="Christian Slade"] [member="Dreya Shynn"]