A Delicate Dance in Most Indelicate Company {Nessa deWinter}

[courageisthekey]

Despite popular belief, I did not spend all my time following Savan around. We were friends, business partners, along with teacher and apprentice. But that did not mean I had no life outside my endeavors with her. Quite the contrary, to be honest. Most months I spent doing my own thing. Circe was a rather busy woman after all. Sure, without Ven I didn't really have any other friends... But one does not need 'friends' to enjoy themselves. For one, there were places like this. Elegant clubs with some of the finest liquor, without all the unsavory guests who usually hung around bars. To be here one required class. Some amount of social standing, and the ability to stand out in a crowd of simpletons.​

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Not something I was normally into. Though why have good looks if you can never show them off? This place was great to just let go... relax, have a nice drink or two. Maybe even find someone to keep me company for awhile. Hell, I could even make a new friend! We could dance together, make all the men very, very jealous. Afterwards we'd glide over to the refreshments, and I'd let my Morganian heritage decide what drinks we'd enjoy. Oh, how wonderful that would be. But I'm getting ahead of myself.​

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At the moment I simply stayed off to the side, blue eyes scanning the large dance floor. My figure was flattered by a simple- yet elegant- black dress, something that had caught the attention of quite a few patrons. None of them had really interested me. A few had been attractive, but their personalities had all been a bore. Shame really, that such pretty faces turned out to be as plain as the rest.​

@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

It was the second night club she was attending in just as many nights. Last night's, though, had all been about fun. She grabbed some people she'd met hours prior, they hit a place, danced until morning, and many of them complained of aching feet once they left for their homes. Nessa though, had managed to catch exactly two hours of sleep before she let her duties call her back to them.

This time, all she had was a tiny piece of information, and she had to prepare.

When she arrived at the other club that night, the Sari that clung to her had been made to hug every curve of her body. To all appearances, she appeared as little more than a young teenager, soft and friendly. Yet beneath the layers of fabric, her handmaiden had hidden an arsenal of weapons, all of which the Queen of Endelaan knew how to use in case of need.

And as always, the Sith Sorceress doubted that she would actually use one of them more than once. She found him quite easily. Whoever this guy was, he was a rookie, and it was a few seconds before the two had made it to the public bathroom of the place. Nessarose had been so confident of herself that she hadn't done a thorough enough of a job, and just as he died, she could hear the little beeping sounds.

It was too late to even raise a protective shield.

The guy's corpse exploded, sending Nessa's body up against tithe wall, and when that one went as well, she and pieces of debris went flying into the dance area. All she could do was slow her own fall, but at the speed things were going, that didn't quite leave her the time to fix herself.

And when the dust settled, one Nessarose in clothing that had magically burned down all over save for places that were considered private, and a lot of weapons in open view, was standing in the middle of the place.

Others might have panicked in her place, or tried to make a run for it. After all, it did look like it was her doing. But not Nessa. Never Nessa. She spun around in her place, her glowy green eyes eyeing the view. And once she'd completed the first round, her mouth stretched into that lovable and sweet ear to ear smile that others had dubbed a Nessa-smile.

"Hey," she said and waved, and began to move towards the bar, realizing only now that she was limping.


@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]

 

[courageisthekey]

Someone had just started to come over (presumably to ask me to dance) when a large bang was heard. Heads snapped around, every last person wondering what the bloody hell was going on. Milliseconds later a wall gave out. Dust flew around as people scattered or watched, completely mesmerized. Talking turned to coughing or sputtering for many. Debris isn't exactly good for lungs, of course. But what really surprised me was not the explosion, it was the way the near-naked woman reacted to it. Most would flee after being thrown through a wall after a ruckus like that. There was no doubt in my mind that she was at least partially to blame for the mess. Instead of running, she gave a simple "Hey," and walked over to get a drink. The oddity of it stunned the majority of those around me. Within another moment most went back to what they had been doing before, while a few others along with club employees started to clean up the wreckage.​

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Amusing, really. Manipulating others was sometimes such a simple thing. Confuse them, and often they attempted to ignore you or the situation at hand. This lass (perhaps unintentionally) had just got over a hundred people to treat her like just another guest. However, one person was clearly not convinced... Me. She had piqued my interest, and I had to learn more about her. Putting on my best smile I walked over, leaning against the counter as I looked her over. "I recommend the White Ghost Wine. Comes straight from Morgania." And there was nothing better than an authentic Morganian wine. Or at least that's what I (a semi-biased Morgnian woman) thought. Luckily, many others would agree.​

@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Leaving heavily against the bar, Nessarose signaled for the bartender. She wasn't really interested in a drink just yet as there were things that were slightly more important right now, but a stranger had come up to her and suggested... Wine?

"Thanks, but I'm going to have to pass on that," she said with a friendly smile as she turned to the bartender, "Vanilla milkshake. And your shirt." The bartender was a human looking male, probably sometime in his late 20's. That was absolutely perfect - it meant he was around the right size that she needed, and she was going to need it fast because there was something about walking about with all these weapons exposed that made her feel naked.

The bartender opened his mouth as if to say something, but Nessarose just raised her hand and waved it, sending several suggestions through the Force, making him think that it was a bad time to try to ask anything. He removed his shirt and left it on the bar in front of her, and left to fetch the milkshake.

"I don't drink alcohol in uncontrollable surroundings. I do the silliest things when I'm drunk, y'know?" her voice was light and chipper; she might as well have been standing in a playground, or in line somewhere. Not like someone who just went boom with a piece of wall.

Nessarose removed a part of debris from her hair and flicked it behind her shoulder before her hands went down to her lower waist, and she began to unwrap the lightwhip from it, taking her sweet time. "But thanks for the tip," she continued to speak as her fingers worked quickly, pulling out two hold out blasters from her lower back and putting them with the lightwhip on top of the discarded shirt. She looked at the woman and smiled again, giving her a special and genuine smile that was meant just for her while a dagger made it seemingly out of nowhere, and into the pile, "if I ever start responding like a normal person to liquor, I'm definitely gonna remember to try it out."

@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]

 

[courageisthekey]

Quietly I ordered a drink for myself, deciding to go with a non-alcoholic one as well. But the bartender was a tad bit busy at the moment... removing his shirt. Based off what I had just seen (and what I could tell from their emotions), the lass had just used the force to manipulate him. Interesting. In the short amount of time since I awoke from my coma, I had only ever met a handful of people who could use those mystical powers. There was Circe, Ven (who was now very much dead), Ashin (who killed Ven), and one known as Spencer. Only the first two actually knew me. The others had simply walked into my life, killed a friend, then left before anything could be said. Despite that, I wasn't generally distrusting of other Sith, Jedi, and the like. I simply made sure to be more cautious around them.​

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This lass was obviously someone I'd have to keep an eye, what with all the weapons she had. Though she did seem rather chipper. Perhaps I didn't really have anything to worry about. "Alcohol and love... those are the two things that can make a person do the wildest of things. Combine 'em and all hell breaks loose. Or magic happens," I said with a little wink. A piece of rubble was flung out of her hair, heading straight for a young man's face. As hilarious that would be, I gently pushed it with the force, letting it land harmlessly on the floor. Wouldn't want the woman getting anymore attention than she already had.
@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]
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[Scherezade deWinter]

"And spice," Nessarose added with a little giggle, "My sister Morgie has been hooked on spice since before I was born. She sometimes does the most hilarious things. Last time I talked to her, she was traveling the Galaxy in search of poop from any and all, and offering money for it. Something about starting a new business."

More and more weapons came from her as she continued to speak, though all the big stuff was gone now, including her lightsaber hilt. The remains were more hidden things, that did not look like classic weapons; a box of pills, a few long needles, and the such.

At last, free of the arsenal of deadly things (tm) that was on her, Nessarose stretched her body and gave a little purr. Her milkshake finally arrived, as did the drink that the other woman ordered. Nessa took the glass in a hand and put the tip of the straw between her lips. The milkshake levels sank down, the entire liquid content of the glass disappearing in under three seconds. Literally. The teenager put the empty glass down and licked her upper lip.

"That was nice," she commented idly, and began to fold the bartender's shirt around her weapons. She was going to have to make it back to Shiny, change clothes and gears, and go out again. Life was always so busy.

@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]

 

[courageisthekey]

"I've heard of dirty business before... but poop? That takes it to a whole new level," I replied with a little snicker. Perhaps laughing at my own jest was silly... That wasn't what was on my mind though. What had the explosion been? Who exactly caused it? Why was this lass involved? And what was her name? All important things, all questions that would be answered eventually... even if I had to steal the security tapes to find even the smallest bit of evidence. I wasn't hoping to potentially get her arrested, oh heaven's no. Simply quench my thirst for knowledge. Well, part of it at least. "Thanks," I mumbled out to the bartender, who still seemed a little out of it. Interesting. Before I could even take a sip of my drink, the woman had finished hers. Damn. A full glass of a milkshake in what, three seconds? That had to be a galactic record right there.​

"Woah, you must have been thirsty. Did you work up an appetite with the whole 'getting thrown through a wall' thing?" I was smirking, but only slightly. Didn't want to seem to... suspicious, eager, or snarky. No one likes a snarky bastard, that's for sure.​

@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"Nope," Nessa said as she brought her point finger up and put an onion ring on it as though it was an actual ring. More onion rings quickly followed until her finger was covered. With a very visible lack of patience, she put her finger in her mouth. When it came out a second later, her finger was very clean, without even any oily remains on it. She began to pile a second row on her finger, "food sustains me. My sister say that I burn a lot of energy just by breathing so I always need to eat huge quantities. And anyway, food's good, y'know?" By the time she had finished speaking, she had cleared three finger-fulls of onion rings, and there were no more onion rings to be had. And in case one wondered, she had not paused her talking once to chew. Her stomach remained as it had been, with no visible signs of bloat.

Pausing from her food inhaling now, Nessarose moved her gaze to the woman who was talking. The glow still emoted from them, shiny and green, as though the teenager was considering something of uber importance. "There are three more on the planet," she finally said, "gotta catch 'em all!" Grinning, she grabbed a hamburger and devoured it in three bites. At least eating wasn't going to waste any time. "Wanna come with? I could use cute distractions. These guys aren't particularly smart."

@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]