A celebration of two. (mandalorians, republic)

[Carbon]

The notoriously grump Mandalorian almost seemed to bristle as the space he'd cleared for himself was invaded. He was, however, seemingly mollified by the fact that she'd brought alcohol and a tightly fitting dress. Inhaling deeply on his vice, he exhaled slowly as dark eyes rested momentarily on her before going back to scanning the crowd.

"Could be worse."

Judging by the way he seemed put off by the crowd, that was probably more due to the amount of people rather than the company. "Could have a full table." Snorting, he grinds out the nub of his smoke and takes a large gulp of the remaining bourbon in his glass. Seemingly angry to find it empty, he looked to the bar.

Then the crowd.

Then decided he was just going to smoke. Reaching into his suit he pulled out a pack of smokes and packed the end off his palm a few times. Withdrawing one, he settles it into his lips and digs for his lighter. "But eh, comes with the territory, I guess."

@[member="E'vi Sohl"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Woah woah woah woah! Talk about a personal space invasion!

He was right, she did resist. But most out of shock; yeah she'd probably warranted the invasion with her neglectful humour and inconsiderate commentary but she was still caught on the unawares for the most part. She was always giving mixed signals, it’s how she managed to stay so on top of things while remaining unattached to a majority of persons as a whole. Enigmatic worked for her.

Her first reaction was to reject, so she went with it, putting a hand between them and separating herself from the spacer with a step. Had he lost his mind?

It wasn't so much the action that sparked her temper, but rather his choice of execution. Not that she'd considered the possibility too much, be she always considered Marcello to be someone subtle. This.. was not subtle. And as extroverted as she was, her feelings were often private. Presumptuous displays made her anxious; or at least, apparently they did. She hadn’t had to suffer through that many but she was supposed it was akin to when she had to reprimand Antares on Oredon in front of an audience. She would handle this similarly; by getting her point across while hoping to save embarrassment from both parties.

Thankfully, she wasn't the centre of the galaxy and attention wasn't solely focused.

“I think you need some more air.” Was all she managed, once she’d wrangled herself upright. She was flustered and confused, for the most part. What, was that what he wanted? Because @[member="Marcello Matteo"]'s confusion was making him miserable and misery loves company? With a few quick steps she vacated the beautiful indoors of the venue. Well that certainly ended that party, didn't it?

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello brought Kiskla upright the moment she desired. Her actions and comment were met only with a deafening silence from the Naboo Jedi. Once she'd stormed off in a fury, the Jedi Master allowed a pleased smile to touch his features. In life...perception was almost always reality. Having only recently had a conversation with a close friend about his inability to be successful in any relationship, he appreciated the open, public rejection he'd just received. Sure, it was not necessarily a natural, organic one and much more...engineered, but it would do the job.

Adjusting his suit slightly, Marcello made a casual exit from the grandiose affair behind him. Stepping out into the crisp evening air, his dark blue gaze made no effort to find the offended Jedi Council member. A part of him was concerned that he'd actually given her the impression that his actions were in any way related to some sort of misconception. Another part of him just wanted to walk away, leaving their friendship broken and tattered. Impulsive...Marcello generally was not. More often than not, impulse was messy and ineffective.

So...he categorically ignored the impulse to take the easy way out. He'd lived his life doing that. Hell he had, effectively, done the same thing to Kiskla years ago. Well...not really. If he had, she would have no doubt deserved it back then. Eventually, the Jedi Master lifted his gaze to Kiskla, increasing the length of his stride ever so slightly.

As he walked, Marcello found himself stealing glances at the night sky. The beautiful serenity of space harkened to him once more. The promises of adventures that sprawled before his being. That was when he was at his best...doing what was necessary when it was necessary. He was not built for social scenes or stifled interactions. Far too much for him to focus on elsewhere. Yet...somehow, there was something else. For the first time in...his life, he permitted himself to merely accept that which stirred inside him.

Reciprocity was irrelevant. His late master had always told him that he would forever be limited if he could not face his emotions and cast them aside as merely that. Being a Jedi was not living without emotion. It was living with emotion but forever keeping before you the reality that you represent the ability to remain grounded and steadfast regardless of the galaxy's turbulent course.

When he was within earshot of Kiskla's still retreating form, he called out to her. "Kiskla. Hold up just one moment." No such immediate luck. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I would, however, like a brief moment to explain. Then we can go our separate ways."

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori smiled. "Dancing I can handle." That was true. She had more grace dancing than she had speaking apparently...

She finished her meal quickly, as she was apparently hungrier than she thought that she was. And then she set her plate down. "Ready when you are."

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

'Well here we go.' he thought as he set his plate down. He was far better at dancing than he was at talking. He unclipped his helmet and set it down to get it out of the way. Then offered his arm with a smile.

"Ready as ever miss Leori." He said. It really was a pretty name.

He did move better than he spoke even in armor but then Mandos could do most things in armor. Confidently, he lead his new friend to the dance floor and ignored his father's grin and his sister's, and his other sister's. Then he stopped and offered a hand and a proper frame and hoped the lessons Ordo had forced him to take paid off.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori watched as he unclipped his helmet and took it off. He certainly looked like a different man without it on. The Jedi Master took his offered arm and accompanied him to the dance floor. It seemed that they had found an activity that neither of them would make an ass out of themselves performing. That was a good thing, considering they were presently in the company of most of Aran's family and clan. She was very aware of the eyes on them. And vaguely aware that there were fewer people that she knew personally present.

The Jedi Master curtsied briefly before accepting his hand and taking her position opposite him. It was customary for him to lead, and so he would. Leori was ready and able to follow his lead.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Aran counted time in his head briefly before he stepped back in time with the beat. He maybe would have been a better partner in something less hard than armor, but not by much as he turned her around the floor to the music.

"You know you're not what I expected from a Jedi." He said as they moved. "We kind of thought you all wore robes and swung glow rods about."

'Great topic bub.' He thought

"What I mean is you dance very well."

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori smiled. He was right, most Jedi dressed the part and used their lightsabers at the first sign of trouble. "Well, I do wear robes at the Temple. And I do carry a lightsaber. But, I'm a healer, and I'm more proficient defending myself without a physical weapon." She was going to add that she could show him sometime, but she wasn't that presumptuous.

"And you dance very well. Very graceful, even with all of your armor on." Leori giggled.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

"That explains it. You and Ri'ika are a bit different. Both healers." He said.as he turned with her held a little closer than he had a second ago.

"You know we Mandalorians. Very few things require removing our armor for." He grinned. It was a long standing joke that there was only two things but he would keep it to himself for once.

"How do you defend without your jetiise'kad?"

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

"A demonstration you say?" Leori grinned. A moment later, and he would notice that they weren't touching the ground anymore. Leori had lifted them with the Force about three feet off the ground. "If you'd like a further demonstration, we'll have to go outside."

She laughed, and set them back down on the ground and led for just a moment so that he could get his bearings back.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Aran looked down and hugged Leori close. He should have known better. He looked at her almost touching noses and had to fight to keep the surprise from his face.

"You know I would have hugged you just for the asking." He said trying to hide his surprise with humor. Then he wondered if she could read his mind too.

His eyes went wide at the prospect and he instantly told himself not to think about how attractive she was. Which of course made him think about it.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori was not surprised that he gripped her rather tightly. After all, it wasn't as though men spent a lot of time hovering above the ground. She narrowed her eyes a little as his widened. He almost looked like he'd seen a ghost. And then his aura seemed to change again. She could have tried to read his thoughts, but that wasn't her style. She believed that ones thoughts were private. She wouldn't read them without an invitation to do so, or unless there was a medical emergency where her only option was to search memories for an explanation of what was ailing a patient.

"I'm sure you would have." She grinned. "Don't look so horrified, your family is probably staring. Just keep dancing."

After giving him some time to calm, she spoke again. "Was that a sufficient demonstration, or will you require a further demonstration?"

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna would never ask Ordo to give up clan leadership though she might ask tat theyspend some time on Coruscant some on Mandalore and some on Alderaan. They could do it without trying to really change oneanother afterall she loved him for who he was.

A song. She looked around spying Leori. She had not yet introduced Ordo to Leori but it could wait.

"Its a celebration of life so. " She got a devilish green , "how about a bawdy cantina song?" There were mny facets to their life that was treasurebetween them. Mygeeto he asked her to sing instead he made her sing. And purr. And....weelll

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Aran resumed the lead and smiled. She eas funny and cute. He should have went with Ordo more often.

"I'll take another demonstration if it ends in another hug." He said with his seldom seen attempt at charm.

He turned with her and smiled.

"I'd show why I'm good at what I do but dress code and all that."

 

[Evi Sohl]

"I think I'm impressed that I'm the lesser of the evils."

She sipped at her glass and sighed happily as it slid smoothly down her throat. The crisp, woody taste was lightyears better than the rotgut she'd become accustomed to growing up on Socorro. It was practically honey on the tongue compared to the other stuff. Of course, it helped that it was rare and expensive and not available at every corner bar stand. Cheap and available was usually the way of things.

Fingers carefully brushed her hair back over her shoulder, her lambent crimson gaze following Cade as he sampled everything he could reach on the table piled high with sweets. She winced internally at the sheer amount of sugar he was ingesting. If there was any doubt about his parentage, his sweet tooth was clear proof that he was her son. Some of his features were her own as well, the shape of his chin and the height of his brow and cheeks. His eyes, those bright cerulean blue orbs, and his soft blonde curls, were very much his father's. Some days that was harder to deal with than others even after nearly fours.

Noting Emberli's empty glass, she leaned over and filled it with a measure of Whyren's. An empty glass was anathema, and that was especially evident in his case. Sitting back once more, crimson eyes lingered on him for a moment or two before they flicked to her glass, and in turn to Cade, who was proudly sat at a table by himself with perhaps the single largest slice of uj'alayi that could fit on the plate he'd chosen.

@[member="Emberli Garett"]

 

[Carbon]

Scoffing, he pulled out his lighter and, after a few fumbles, finally manages to get the damnable thing to light. Lighting his spoke he caps the device and tucks it back into a pocket while he inhales deeply and exhales through his nose. "He's painful for you." The man begins casually, not speaking a word about the drink she'd filled up for him.

"But you love him."

A snort left him as he smirked without amusement at the thought. In years gone by he might have taken her lingering gaze as a cue to start flirting, but he found he didn't much care anymore. "Makes a certain kind of sense considering what little tidbits you've given me." Inhaling and exhaling again, he settled back in his chair and took a measured sip of the expensive whiskey.

For once... he smiled.

"And I've never been more glad that sugar doesn't make kids hyper." With her at the table, Cade was bound to join them sooner or later. Once the excitement of sweets wore off, he'd be easier to manage.

@[member="E'vi Sohl"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

star had been looking around at the crowd of people to see if there was anyone she knew, to her dismay there was none and her shyness didnt help

 

[Ordo]

Ordo stood up and sadly detached his hands from his wife before walking over to the musicians and whispering in the leaders ear. The big mando then picked up an old six stringed instrument and sat down on a stool.

"EVERYONE!" he yelled before they brought him a microphone. "My beautiful Ri'ika has asked I sing and she wanted something bawdy!"

He looked her way and smiled.

"So Cade cover your ears my boy...so I'll give her a mild one and show her the juicier ones later when we get rid of all of you."

He counted for the band and they began to play.

~Reckless and wild in the clutch
I didn´t care if it was tackle or touch
I never ever asked your for much
Yet you´re drivin´ me crazy and things of such

Roll me over ooh, roll me over, ooh
You straighten me up just enough to roll me over

You don´t ask, I don´t do
I can´t believe what you put me through
Yet you say I´ve embarrassed you
But son you ain´t walked a mile in my shoes

Roll me over, ooh, roll me over, ooh
You straighten me up just enough to roll me over

(Instrumental Break)

Monkey see, monkey do
Some day the tide will turn on you

Roll me over, ooh, roll me over, ooh
You straighten me up just enough to roll me over

Roll me over, ooh, roll me over, ooh
Roll me over, ooh, roll me over, ooh
You straighten me up just enough to roll me over~

Ordo finished the song with a laugh and stood to rejoin his Riduur. She had in their breif time made him feel things he couldn't explain and she was much wilder behind closed doors than ever she was in front of others. He lifted her up when he got close and kissed her long, strong, and well before pouring her a drink.

"Your dress would look much better on a pile beside my armor." He said with a chuckle, "but I'm partial."

@[member="Davin Starrunner"] @[member="Emberli Garett"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Marcello Matteo"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Arla Ordo]

@[member="Verz Horak"]

Arla laughed not softly but one that could be heard, "only two guesses Verz'ika, and if I guess right do I get a reward" She winked at him, he had become her comfort. Though her buir was a comfort, it was Verz'ika she looked for on journeys that led them from place to place. Arla carefully filled the two plates. She stuck with what she knew at first, as it would be safe. BUT. Then decided oh the frell with it she'd try a little of everything, and she's fill Verz' plate as well.

Humming as she thought about "making merry" she couldn't help but feel a little heat in her face as she began walking back, looking at Verz. Yeah, he was something else. A long way, Arla had also decided they needed to take some back to Mirdala, she should celebrate too.

Arla placed the plates, "so, have you thought of a reward?"

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"ooo I never said you and Rianna did do the horizontal bump, but if you brought it up maybe you had considered it" Rekha smiled real big at teasing this Jedi before her. "Josh, pleasure is all mine, and the life is alright. You know like anything it has its' issues" Getting shot at, getting raided, coming up short, running for your life, yep a few issues. Her dark green eyes looked at Josh, "Ahh the bridge. I know her very well"

Rekha came from behind the bar, and sat next to Josh, leaning a little close to whisper, for it to look like they were conspiring, she whispered, "I know where she lives" Rekha looked at Ordo, Rekha had seen their first date and how they seemed to hit it off right away, something she'd not seen Rianna do in a long time.

"The groom, just know his name and that he likes net'ra gal, like most mandalorians." She inched closer, "Do you know the groom?"