Keen raven eyes slowly trailed between the two women sat either side of her. If this is what a party was to the rest of the Galaxy, Safira could get used to it. In fact, by the end of the night, she may have just found herself enjoying it. A brief smile came over her expression as Nya and Calixte introduced themselves to each other. 'It's almost surreal...' She spoke with a tone that suggested she was rather in awe. '...My two favourite women in the same place at the same time. I'm a lucky woman tonight.' A moment or two after Safira had finished the first drink, her sweet tone cheered her companions on as they took their own. 'To a night so worth remembering we endeavour to forget it.' Safira nodded her head, lifting her shot glass up with the toast despite their being no liquid left in it.
When she caught the lilting tone of her lover speaking in her native tongue, Safira could not help but smile. The accent was way off, and she was entirely butchering the words themselves, but the ebony haired woman found it adorable. So adorable it put a rather enamoured smile on her face for the next few minutes. Safira lent across the gap between Nya's chair and her own. A caramel finger reached out to stroke across the dip in Nya's alabaster cheek. Despite the thumping beat of the music overhead, the Mandalorian woman whispered her words. 'You know, I rather like it when you speak mando'a to me.' Not wishing to be rude to their guest, Safira only lingered briefly on the smoothness of Nya's skin. When she was finished, Safira let her hand drop to rest across her lovers bare shoulders.
She finally addressed Calixte after her comments. 'I suppose we better do some catching up then. And as for the lack of date... Isn't it rather fortunate that you ran into us? I can finally show you what I meant by that comment during the crusade.' A grin formed on her face as she spoke. The first time she and Calixte had met on the fiery battlefield in front of the ship, she had commented on how men had no idea where to take a woman for a good time. 'Perhaps, if Nya is agreeable, you can be our date for tonight.' Safira turned to the blonde bombshell by her side, lofting an ebony brow as she posed the question. 'What do you think, Ny'ika?' Before she could get a reply the waitress slapped down a heavy bottle of the stuff that had once filled their shot glasses. Safira furrowed her brows and glanced up and down the length of the bar, finally coming to rest on the rather large frame of a sandy blonde man.
Nya was quick enough on the introductions, so much so that Safira didn't feel the need to confirm anything. Instead she focused on finding the second shot that Nya had poured out for her. The rim of the glass was spared no mercy as she lifted it to her lips to drain the contents. 'At mhi.' Safira spoke in her mother tongue as the liquid settled in her stomach. Once the burning sensation had faded away she translated, for the benefit of her fair-skinned companion. 'To us.' With the glass safely back on the table Safi finally focused her attentions on their mystery benefactor. She didn't recognise him, from either her own memory or any stories that Isley had told her of Confederate members. When she spoke there was no doubt as to who she was addressing. 'So, what kind of man wonders into a party and buys three women a whole bottle of extremely expensive alcohol without even introducing himself?'
Edited by Safira Varad, 15 May 2019 - 10:44 AM.