A few figures winced at Jared's comment about vasectomy. Someone near the punch bowl table cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled,
"TMI!"
"TMI!"
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A Ball Rolls Uphill (Fringe)
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I gasp, [member="Mikhail Shorn"] did not just get champagne on my dress! The woman comes marching on and the anger thunders over her cloud-like "Jare-oh!" Champagne and shrieking splash over [member="Jared Ovmar"], but as always Jared has himself covered. The Champagne switches direction, and the woman stands shocked and soaked by her own perceptibility to villainous practical jokes.
"The redhead was the one we met at that art show on Atrisia. She's going to college now! We went out for stimcaf two weeks ago, remember? I checked her portfolio, she's got a bit of promise in the art scene in a few years." I put my arm around Jared's and lean up to kiss Jared's cheek for all to see. "Some women will do anything for a moment of spotlight and a very big tip. Someone do look after that poor girl." Besides, if anyone would marry Jared Ovmar it wouldn't be a serving girl put up to it by Shorn. I dust my hand off on my dress and snap my fingers.
"Practical joke, everyone! Someone has a particular sense of humour." I clap my hands and the butlers nod, disappearing to bring out a colossal cake. "Shall we slice the cake, my childless love?" My mind veers outward to the girl and severs the persuasive link. No need for a woman to feel her emotions twisted.
'Guess this would be a bad time to tell you I'm pregnant and you're the father.' What, I can't joke too? Just want to see his face.
"The redhead was the one we met at that art show on Atrisia. She's going to college now! We went out for stimcaf two weeks ago, remember? I checked her portfolio, she's got a bit of promise in the art scene in a few years." I put my arm around Jared's and lean up to kiss Jared's cheek for all to see. "Some women will do anything for a moment of spotlight and a very big tip. Someone do look after that poor girl." Besides, if anyone would marry Jared Ovmar it wouldn't be a serving girl put up to it by Shorn. I dust my hand off on my dress and snap my fingers.
"Practical joke, everyone! Someone has a particular sense of humour." I clap my hands and the butlers nod, disappearing to bring out a colossal cake. "Shall we slice the cake, my childless love?" My mind veers outward to the girl and severs the persuasive link. No need for a woman to feel her emotions twisted.
'Guess this would be a bad time to tell you I'm pregnant and you're the father.' What, I can't joke too? Just want to see his face.
Nemene looked onto the events with a certain hint of disgust hidden behind her eyes. She would have slit the girls throat and let her bleed out onto the floor for paying an insult like that, but then again she had a harsher hand than most of the people here.
She blinked a few times as someone called out from the crowd, and again she found herself with a bitter taste on her tongue.
The nerve of some people made her twitch, made her want to kill. Respect had always been important to her, and at a function like this, where class and society should reign, not dramatics and little girls throwing their weight around. She huffed inwardly, though she kept her face completely made of stone, giving nothing away. It wouldn't pay to seem angry here
Her eyes shifted away from Jared and the woman who had huffed up to him, moving to Mikhail Shorn and then away from him as well. She knew absolutely no one else here, and she found herself disinterested.
Taking a sip of her wine she sighed, unsure of what to do with herself.
She blinked a few times as someone called out from the crowd, and again she found herself with a bitter taste on her tongue.
The nerve of some people made her twitch, made her want to kill. Respect had always been important to her, and at a function like this, where class and society should reign, not dramatics and little girls throwing their weight around. She huffed inwardly, though she kept her face completely made of stone, giving nothing away. It wouldn't pay to seem angry here
Her eyes shifted away from Jared and the woman who had huffed up to him, moving to Mikhail Shorn and then away from him as well. She knew absolutely no one else here, and she found herself disinterested.
Taking a sip of her wine she sighed, unsure of what to do with herself.
Shorn sipped Bourbon.
Thus Saith the Lord
Lucien collected his wine and was there after approached by the lady who had founded the feast it seemed. They made polite conversation before she became distracted. Mikhail had arrived it seemed ... Lucien was unsurprised he often caused destractions. He turned and watched the interactions with a degree of amusment . he watched the late Lord Ovmar swan in apparently less dead than Lucien had been led to belive, it seemed he would need to have his spy master flogged for incompetence.
He was decidly less amused by Mikhail's trick with the waitress. He recalled once being poisoned by a mind tricked waitress ... She was dead now, perhaps it had been Mikhail who had him poisoned all those years ago at the wedding or perhaps not, Lucien didn't care. He strolled over to the assembled group "good evening, my lords and ladies ... I see you are once again causing trouble my friend" it was clear his last comment was aimed at Mikhail. He looked over the group once more spotting a notably disinterested queen. He drank the remainder of his wine and excused himself from the group.
He walked first to one of the numourous serving staff, tapping him lightly on the shoulder "please instruct the orcestra that I wish them to play a waltz" he said softly before lightly pushing the server in the genral direction of the orchestra.
His next port of call was the queen "Your majesty, good evening" he greeted her with a slight bow. He was carful to to subjugate himself too much "we met at the couldren shortly after you took up your rightful throne , my I have this dance?" He asked just as the orchestra began once again.
He was decidly less amused by Mikhail's trick with the waitress. He recalled once being poisoned by a mind tricked waitress ... She was dead now, perhaps it had been Mikhail who had him poisoned all those years ago at the wedding or perhaps not, Lucien didn't care. He strolled over to the assembled group "good evening, my lords and ladies ... I see you are once again causing trouble my friend" it was clear his last comment was aimed at Mikhail. He looked over the group once more spotting a notably disinterested queen. He drank the remainder of his wine and excused himself from the group.
He walked first to one of the numourous serving staff, tapping him lightly on the shoulder "please instruct the orcestra that I wish them to play a waltz" he said softly before lightly pushing the server in the genral direction of the orchestra.
His next port of call was the queen "Your majesty, good evening" he greeted her with a slight bow. He was carful to to subjugate himself too much "we met at the couldren shortly after you took up your rightful throne , my I have this dance?" He asked just as the orchestra began once again.
Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Kitt Solo"]
Gavin had briefly considered making a pass at the scrumptious little brunette at the bar as he walked up and slid onto the stool. He turned as the drink slid toward him and saw his plan crumble as Kitt "spitfire" Solo looked back at him. He grinned anyway as she mentioned his cousin.
"I probably wpuld have skipped out with you." He said taking the drink and tossing fred a 10 credit chip for a tip.
"since when did I need lovesick gas, master of my heart." He joked and would have said more as Mikhail something ordered a bourbon, "My cousin likes the attention regardless of what kind it is, I think."
Gavin lifted the glass to his lips and paused briefly, "Cheers," he said before he took a drink. He looked at the blonde down the bar and a drunken thought formed in his head. He felt like a dance would be fun and maybe making a fool of himself for the sheer enjoyment of it.
He nudged Kitt and chugged the drink like it was cold tea.
"I...am going to do something stupid." He said as he hopped off the stool, "Mikhail don't kill anyone while I'm gone I hate missing things."
He strutted to the band and whispered in the band leader's ear. The music stopped and ol' brown eyes took the mic and started walking toward [member="Phedre Parenthis"].
The band struck a note and Gavin began to perform as smoothly as he could.
"I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do" he stopped at Andra and Jared and took Andra's hand as he sang the first lines before winking at Jared and moving closer to share the mic.
"You know what? You're lovely
You know what? You're so lovely
And, oh, what you do to me" they would sing together before he moved away through the crowd still meandering toward the Blonde at the bar.
"I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore" he did a small spin and continued.
"I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor."
"When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle." He pointed at [member="Nemene Talith"] then winked. (Stupid sod didn't know half these people)
"'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us, I am not asbestos"
He walked up to Kitt and wagged a finger as he sang "And that's why I won't dance, why should I?" He moved along the bar took a woman's hand and twirled her once, kissed the hand and kept up the act.
"I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beaucoup"
Finally he reached the blond in the black dress and held out a hand. "I know that music leads the way to romance." He winked and grinned, "So if I hold you in my arms I won't dance"
"I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let me feet do things that they want to do" he continued to boldly sing to the woman knowing full well it would result in either a dance and talking or getting shot down like a CIS fighter pilot.
"You know what? You're lovely
Ring a ding, ding, you're lovely
And, oh, what you do to me?
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore,
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor
When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us, I am not asbestos
And that's why I won't dance, I won't dance
I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my aarrrrrms, Iiiii won't dance!"
Gavin had briefly considered making a pass at the scrumptious little brunette at the bar as he walked up and slid onto the stool. He turned as the drink slid toward him and saw his plan crumble as Kitt "spitfire" Solo looked back at him. He grinned anyway as she mentioned his cousin.
"I probably wpuld have skipped out with you." He said taking the drink and tossing fred a 10 credit chip for a tip.
"since when did I need lovesick gas, master of my heart." He joked and would have said more as Mikhail something ordered a bourbon, "My cousin likes the attention regardless of what kind it is, I think."
Gavin lifted the glass to his lips and paused briefly, "Cheers," he said before he took a drink. He looked at the blonde down the bar and a drunken thought formed in his head. He felt like a dance would be fun and maybe making a fool of himself for the sheer enjoyment of it.
He nudged Kitt and chugged the drink like it was cold tea.
"I...am going to do something stupid." He said as he hopped off the stool, "Mikhail don't kill anyone while I'm gone I hate missing things."
He strutted to the band and whispered in the band leader's ear. The music stopped and ol' brown eyes took the mic and started walking toward [member="Phedre Parenthis"].
The band struck a note and Gavin began to perform as smoothly as he could.
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"I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do" he stopped at Andra and Jared and took Andra's hand as he sang the first lines before winking at Jared and moving closer to share the mic.
"You know what? You're lovely
You know what? You're so lovely
And, oh, what you do to me" they would sing together before he moved away through the crowd still meandering toward the Blonde at the bar.
"I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore" he did a small spin and continued.
"I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor."
"When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle." He pointed at [member="Nemene Talith"] then winked. (Stupid sod didn't know half these people)
"'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us, I am not asbestos"
He walked up to Kitt and wagged a finger as he sang "And that's why I won't dance, why should I?" He moved along the bar took a woman's hand and twirled her once, kissed the hand and kept up the act.
"I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beaucoup"
Finally he reached the blond in the black dress and held out a hand. "I know that music leads the way to romance." He winked and grinned, "So if I hold you in my arms I won't dance"
"I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let me feet do things that they want to do" he continued to boldly sing to the woman knowing full well it would result in either a dance and talking or getting shot down like a CIS fighter pilot.
"You know what? You're lovely
Ring a ding, ding, you're lovely
And, oh, what you do to me?
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore,
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor
When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us, I am not asbestos
And that's why I won't dance, I won't dance
I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my aarrrrrms, Iiiii won't dance!"
Kitt Solo
Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Gavin Ovmar"]
She sent a little force valor and empath courage toward Gavin as he stepped away to compliment his liquid-courage. Though, it looked like he certainly didn't need it. That was some knight, there. And for once, she actually felt proud of Jared's cousin. Just a teeny-weeny bit.
Bringing the brandy back down from her toast off-stage to Gavin she took a big gulp, myrtle-ellipses falling to the ice-blues of Shorn. "Oh hey, you broke free from your bounty. Congratulations. Already harassing the locals?" Gaze drifted lazily toward the Anders-female-look-alike and Jared.
She sent a little force valor and empath courage toward Gavin as he stepped away to compliment his liquid-courage. Though, it looked like he certainly didn't need it. That was some knight, there. And for once, she actually felt proud of Jared's cousin. Just a teeny-weeny bit.
Bringing the brandy back down from her toast off-stage to Gavin she took a big gulp, myrtle-ellipses falling to the ice-blues of Shorn. "Oh hey, you broke free from your bounty. Congratulations. Already harassing the locals?" Gaze drifted lazily toward the Anders-female-look-alike and Jared.
Mikhail cast a placid gaze in Gavin's swiftly departing direction as he went off to woo women. A not-quite-hostile voice drew his attention back to the bar. Oh. Kitt.
"Oh, you know me," he drawled coyly, pale eyes traveled away from her to stare at the whirling dance floor. The rich, famous, and infamous mingled seamlessly in their pretty apparel. He took a sip of his Bourbon, then directed a head-to-toe glance at the green-eyed girl. "Having fun spending your ill gotten gains?"
[member="Kitt Solo"]
"Oh, you know me," he drawled coyly, pale eyes traveled away from her to stare at the whirling dance floor. The rich, famous, and infamous mingled seamlessly in their pretty apparel. He took a sip of his Bourbon, then directed a head-to-toe glance at the green-eyed girl. "Having fun spending your ill gotten gains?"
[member="Kitt Solo"]
Kitt Solo
Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
"Oh, you know me, sugar." She sipped her brandy, without looking away. She had enough of her own liquid courage. "And ill-gotten? I'd say it was rather fair," voice drawled like warm caramel.
"Another drink?" Gaze flicked to his quickly emptying glass.
"Oh, you know me, sugar." She sipped her brandy, without looking away. She had enough of her own liquid courage. "And ill-gotten? I'd say it was rather fair," voice drawled like warm caramel.
"Another drink?" Gaze flicked to his quickly emptying glass.
"Hey, if you're buying." He shrugged and set the glass back down on the bar top for the tender to refill. "As for fair," he arched a single eyebrow, "You shot me in the back. That's two Solos who've stunned me now," he sighed dramatically, "I must be losing my touch."
[member="Kitt Solo"]
[member="Kitt Solo"]
Kitt Solo
Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
She choked on the brandy and hit her chest as she struggled to get the liquid down the right pipe. Her glass thudded down on the bar top. "Whaa-," she coughed and sputtered some more, color rising to her cheeks because of losing her cool. "What? Two Solos?" Interest piqued her brow and she couldn't help but lean in a little closer to blue eyes.
Of course Solo was a common name. It didn't mean he had run into her. It didn't mean he knew her.
She choked on the brandy and hit her chest as she struggled to get the liquid down the right pipe. Her glass thudded down on the bar top. "Whaa-," she coughed and sputtered some more, color rising to her cheeks because of losing her cool. "What? Two Solos?" Interest piqued her brow and she couldn't help but lean in a little closer to blue eyes.
Of course Solo was a common name. It didn't mean he had run into her. It didn't mean he knew her.
"Oh-" Genuine surprised flitted across his features, gone in a flash, replaced by lightly buried mischief that flashed in his blue eyes like the sun glinting off a frozen lake's treacherous placidity. "You didn't know?"
He shrugged and winced at the feigned blunder before taking up his glass again only to remember it was still empty. He set it back down, saddened by the lack of booze. Those impish eyes flicked up to meet hers.
"Oops."
He shrugged and winced at the feigned blunder before taking up his glass again only to remember it was still empty. He set it back down, saddened by the lack of booze. Those impish eyes flicked up to meet hers.
"Oops."
Aran Finn
Redeemed
Alen Na'Varro knew how to wear a suit. This particular ensemble had been tailored to fit, and it fit snug. Black pants and blazer, white shirt, black tie ... the classic look. Top quality material combined with a perfect fit. Na'Varro looked good. And when you look good, you feel good, and when you feel good you do good. More wisdom from Na'Varro's endless fountain of knowledge there. In any case, the scruffy bearded man was getting a lot better at the public appearances aspect of public life. It still didn't fit him quite like playing mechanic or fighting did, but he could keep up appearances at least. That was something.
He came into the room quickly and with purpose, pointedly ignoring the help and ghosting the usual lobbyists and toadies who wanted to ingratiate themselves with a not inconsiderable power. Brown eyes tinged with the darkest of reds roamed the room. Believe it or not, he hadn't come here to make nice with the local aristocracy. He'd come here to hang out with the boys and see Kitt, who he didn't see enough of by half. Maybe he should quit running his business and spend more time tinkering on his bird, spend more time with Solo when she wasn't running around kidnapping dangerous Sith Lords. That would be nice ... it certainly was a lot to think about. Alen caught sight of Kitt and a smile crept up his face despite himself. And then he saw who she was talking to.
Mikhail Shorn. Alen had never met the guy, and he'd heard all sorts of well, stories ... about him, but from what he had heard, he couldn't help but like the guy. Even if he had tried to kill Kitt once or twice. If he tried again, Na'Varro would have to kill him slowly ... but that hadn't come to pass yet. They could cross that bridge when they came to it. Approaching from behind Kitt, Alen placed a hand on the small of her back and grinned.
"Sorry I'm late, Solo. Had to go glass a moon over ... uh, I forget what it's called. Some cloning planet somewhere. It wasn't inhabited, don't worry. No innocent casualties." Na'Varro grinned at Shorn. "Hey sweetheart, I'm Na'Varro."
He noted the empty glass in Shorn's hand and indicated that the bartender should refill it. And also grab him a beer. He'd been thinking about that beer all day.
"What have I missed?"
[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
He came into the room quickly and with purpose, pointedly ignoring the help and ghosting the usual lobbyists and toadies who wanted to ingratiate themselves with a not inconsiderable power. Brown eyes tinged with the darkest of reds roamed the room. Believe it or not, he hadn't come here to make nice with the local aristocracy. He'd come here to hang out with the boys and see Kitt, who he didn't see enough of by half. Maybe he should quit running his business and spend more time tinkering on his bird, spend more time with Solo when she wasn't running around kidnapping dangerous Sith Lords. That would be nice ... it certainly was a lot to think about. Alen caught sight of Kitt and a smile crept up his face despite himself. And then he saw who she was talking to.
Mikhail Shorn. Alen had never met the guy, and he'd heard all sorts of well, stories ... about him, but from what he had heard, he couldn't help but like the guy. Even if he had tried to kill Kitt once or twice. If he tried again, Na'Varro would have to kill him slowly ... but that hadn't come to pass yet. They could cross that bridge when they came to it. Approaching from behind Kitt, Alen placed a hand on the small of her back and grinned.
"Sorry I'm late, Solo. Had to go glass a moon over ... uh, I forget what it's called. Some cloning planet somewhere. It wasn't inhabited, don't worry. No innocent casualties." Na'Varro grinned at Shorn. "Hey sweetheart, I'm Na'Varro."
He noted the empty glass in Shorn's hand and indicated that the bartender should refill it. And also grab him a beer. He'd been thinking about that beer all day.
"What have I missed?"
[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
Kitt Solo
Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
"What do you mean oops? I don't know what you're talking about...," voice trailed off. She didn't know how she wanted to play this. She knew she had a sister but she didn't know if her sister knew about her and she didn't want Shorn screwing around with things. He liked screwing around with things. A little too much.
Saved by the bearded one.
Stars, his touch still sent jitters up her spine. The good kind. "There's a woman over there that looks like a female version of Anders. Gavin is lady-wooing. Jared showed-up after mysteriously being away," a pointed-look panned to Shorn, a single chestnut brow lofting as her accusations and hidden guesses remained silent. "And Shorn here must've gotten out on bail or something."
She did not need to mention the Solo thing again.
Turning to Alen suddenly, she gave him a nice, long kiss on the lips in front of the Throne Breaker. Yeah, that's right. Liquid courage. And needing a topic changer. And when the heck was the last time she kissed Na'Varro?
"What do you mean oops? I don't know what you're talking about...," voice trailed off. She didn't know how she wanted to play this. She knew she had a sister but she didn't know if her sister knew about her and she didn't want Shorn screwing around with things. He liked screwing around with things. A little too much.
Saved by the bearded one.
Stars, his touch still sent jitters up her spine. The good kind. "There's a woman over there that looks like a female version of Anders. Gavin is lady-wooing. Jared showed-up after mysteriously being away," a pointed-look panned to Shorn, a single chestnut brow lofting as her accusations and hidden guesses remained silent. "And Shorn here must've gotten out on bail or something."
She did not need to mention the Solo thing again.
Turning to Alen suddenly, she gave him a nice, long kiss on the lips in front of the Throne Breaker. Yeah, that's right. Liquid courage. And needing a topic changer. And when the heck was the last time she kissed Na'Varro?
"Oh hey thanks, Love Bucket, I'm Mikhail," the smiling serial killer happily picked up his refilled booze and took a sip. He blinked lazily as the two smooched in front of him. "Eeeew, groooss."
Mikhail continued to talk, not waiting for the two to unglue their mouths. "You could say I got out on bail, or you could say that I killed my captors and force fed them their own hearts."
He peered closer at the bearded one. "Is that some grey I detect in your hair, Sugar Daddy?" Mikhail's eyes twinkled, wide and full of mischief. "Kitt," he clucked, "What would your sister say?"
Miss Solo wouldn't be escaping so easily. His question may have been a shot in the dark, but Shorn was not entirely devoid of deductive reasoning.
Mikhail continued to talk, not waiting for the two to unglue their mouths. "You could say I got out on bail, or you could say that I killed my captors and force fed them their own hearts."
He peered closer at the bearded one. "Is that some grey I detect in your hair, Sugar Daddy?" Mikhail's eyes twinkled, wide and full of mischief. "Kitt," he clucked, "What would your sister say?"
Miss Solo wouldn't be escaping so easily. His question may have been a shot in the dark, but Shorn was not entirely devoid of deductive reasoning.
OOC Account
Everyone enjoyed a good party, and if there was some sort of meaning to it, then all the better. However, it had come as a surprise when Alida received the invitation to the event, her name marked with the swirling signature of the parties host, of whom she’d not even met. Perhaps they knew her parentage? Alida didn’t know the reason, and had honestly not dwelt on it too much.
Dressed in a swirling robe of deep crimson, the young woman arrived alone at the party and entered without much fuss after a single wave of her invitation card to the security officer located near the entrance.
The event had already begun, but she didn’t mind being casually late.
Her lithe form descended the stairs leading into the giant ballroom below, politely greeting some of the more anonymous members out of good will, and briefly exchanged a handshake with one of the local politicians. There were numerous sorts of men and women in their formal regal, and many adorned the room like wax figurines, standing and waiting to be approached.
Alida slipped into the crowd, and escaped through the hustle and bustle of the madness in the middle floor. She felt a cool breeze touching her backside where the crowd was less congested, and finally let out a relaxing full breath of air.
As a server walked by, Alida's hand shot out, grabbing a glass from the delicately balanced tray of drinks. Her fingers flitted the glasses stem between her fingers before tilting the rim to her mouth. Both dark eyes fluttered closed as the rich liquid slipped down her throat, and a small smile graced her lips.
Alida couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to an event like this, not since Charny, not since the family brood had been together.
But that was a different time, and a different galaxy.
Tonight was the mark of new beginnings.
Dressed in a swirling robe of deep crimson, the young woman arrived alone at the party and entered without much fuss after a single wave of her invitation card to the security officer located near the entrance.
The event had already begun, but she didn’t mind being casually late.
Her lithe form descended the stairs leading into the giant ballroom below, politely greeting some of the more anonymous members out of good will, and briefly exchanged a handshake with one of the local politicians. There were numerous sorts of men and women in their formal regal, and many adorned the room like wax figurines, standing and waiting to be approached.
Alida slipped into the crowd, and escaped through the hustle and bustle of the madness in the middle floor. She felt a cool breeze touching her backside where the crowd was less congested, and finally let out a relaxing full breath of air.
As a server walked by, Alida's hand shot out, grabbing a glass from the delicately balanced tray of drinks. Her fingers flitted the glasses stem between her fingers before tilting the rim to her mouth. Both dark eyes fluttered closed as the rich liquid slipped down her throat, and a small smile graced her lips.
Alida couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to an event like this, not since Charny, not since the family brood had been together.
But that was a different time, and a different galaxy.
Tonight was the mark of new beginnings.
Aran Finn
Redeemed
Kitt's kiss surprised him a bit, but he wasn't not going to react. He kissed her back fiercely, though he kept things clean out of respect for those around them and the fact that yes, they were in public. Na'Varro usually wasn't one for public displays of affection beyond minor body contact, but with Kitt it was different. He didn't feel self-conscious in the least.
"Is that some grey I detect in your hair, Sugar Daddy?" Na'Varro grinned good-naturedly at that and flipped Shorn the bird. His right hand stroked his beard thoughtfully. Now that he came to think of it ...
"Yep." Alen shrugged ... then a presence distracted him. Alida ... his best mistake. He'd had her when he was a young man, on the run and alone. Now she'd grown into something special. A young woman he was proud of. She'd followed him through the wormhole, into a new and challenging galaxy, and she'd survived and flourished.
Alida ... I'm here with someone you should meet. Come say hi when you have a moment.
[member="Alida Ember"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
"Is that some grey I detect in your hair, Sugar Daddy?" Na'Varro grinned good-naturedly at that and flipped Shorn the bird. His right hand stroked his beard thoughtfully. Now that he came to think of it ...
"Yep." Alen shrugged ... then a presence distracted him. Alida ... his best mistake. He'd had her when he was a young man, on the run and alone. Now she'd grown into something special. A young woman he was proud of. She'd followed him through the wormhole, into a new and challenging galaxy, and she'd survived and flourished.
Alida ... I'm here with someone you should meet. Come say hi when you have a moment.
[member="Alida Ember"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
Shorn smirked good naturedly at Alen's wordless retort. Ah, sweet irony. He pointed a finger at the man.
"Hey, there are children present!"
A small breath escaped his nose as he glanced away from the pair of lovebirds. The new discovery about the Solos had proved fairly entertaining, but the novelty was already wearing off. Kitt's priceless expression had been well worth enduring a few minutes conversation with the chick who'd shot him in the back and dumped his ass of at the Bounty Hunter's Guild in exchange for her thirty silver coins, or whatever blood money it was that they gave her. Not that the man who'd shattered the Empire's throne and toppled the Republic's Senate Dome was one to hold grudges...
Prickling sensations scurried along his neck. He surveyed the crowd, eyes finally alighting on a woman in a red dress whose dark eyes stared at Shorn's little group by the bar. Curling locks of a black richer than any soil framed ivory features. Mikhail's dark brows lowered, lips pursing thoughtfully.
"Hey, there are children present!"
A small breath escaped his nose as he glanced away from the pair of lovebirds. The new discovery about the Solos had proved fairly entertaining, but the novelty was already wearing off. Kitt's priceless expression had been well worth enduring a few minutes conversation with the chick who'd shot him in the back and dumped his ass of at the Bounty Hunter's Guild in exchange for her thirty silver coins, or whatever blood money it was that they gave her. Not that the man who'd shattered the Empire's throne and toppled the Republic's Senate Dome was one to hold grudges...
Prickling sensations scurried along his neck. He surveyed the crowd, eyes finally alighting on a woman in a red dress whose dark eyes stared at Shorn's little group by the bar. Curling locks of a black richer than any soil framed ivory features. Mikhail's dark brows lowered, lips pursing thoughtfully.
Kitt Solo
Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Alida Ember"]
She brushed Shorn's finger away. "Hey now, you saying a child was able to collect on your bounty and drag your drunken ass to the Guild Master?" Dangerous words. She knew. She knew he knew. But she said them with a disarmingly sweet-sugared smile. Plus, it seemed like both big bad sith lords were distracted with someone across the room.
She followed their gaze, myrtle-ellipses honing in on a young woman that didn't look much younger than herself. She felt snippets of Alen's distraction and pride through her force-empathy. She turned to Alen, the ghost feeling of where his tingly beard just was against her skin not all but gone. "Alen, who is that?"
First name, this was serious.
She brushed Shorn's finger away. "Hey now, you saying a child was able to collect on your bounty and drag your drunken ass to the Guild Master?" Dangerous words. She knew. She knew he knew. But she said them with a disarmingly sweet-sugared smile. Plus, it seemed like both big bad sith lords were distracted with someone across the room.
She followed their gaze, myrtle-ellipses honing in on a young woman that didn't look much younger than herself. She felt snippets of Alen's distraction and pride through her force-empathy. She turned to Alen, the ghost feeling of where his tingly beard just was against her skin not all but gone. "Alen, who is that?"
First name, this was serious.
The huntress' words earned her Shorn's brief reattention and a murderous smirk. Mikhail had been drunk and half-insane when she shot him in the back. Circumstances would be vastly different if they ever fought again. He'd killed at least one of those present here. Adding Kitt to the list didn't seem entirely appetizing at the moment, but prod the Nexu enough and eventually he'll bite your head off in irritation.
Mikhail followed the gaze of everyone else as they stared at the women in red. He noted the tone of Kitt's voice and chimed in, "Yeah, Alen, who's that?"
Mikhail followed the gaze of everyone else as they stared at the women in red. He noted the tone of Kitt's voice and chimed in, "Yeah, Alen, who's that?"