A Togruta and an Echani walk into a bar...

[Ryiah Tenriem]

Coruscant, Jhikl's Bar​

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Slumped over on the hard, finely polished wooden stool she had claimed for her own mere moments after setting foot over the threshold of the small Cantina that was settled between towering buildings that attempted to reach up to the stars up past the atmosphere, Coruscant's legacy imprinted in the Durasteel, Ryaih sat uncaring of the amount of bared skin she was showcasing, paying no attention to the lustful stares nor to the accusing and angry glares her exposed body was incurring from the fellow customers of Jhikl's Bar. Instead her blood red eyes, eyes that held the suppressed but still smoldering spark of pained insanity and feral instincts within their crimson depth, was riveted to the blue, translucent screen of the holobook that was set on the pockmarked, but cared for, bar before her. Set next to her steadily tapping hand, ignored by the Togruta after gracing her lips only once, was a tumbler half filled with a dull amber liquid, some alcoholic drink that Ryiah had randomly pointed at upon taking her seat.

The specific Cantina that Ryiah sat at was a recent addition to the vast amount of businesses that inhabited that specific Higher Level sector of Coruscant, a newly born drop in the amount of business that was spread out across the City Planet. Jhikl's Bar, as the name suggested to any being with even a drop of intelligence and reasoning, was owned and ran my an aging Rodian named Jhikl. The Cantina was vast with an open floor and tables surrounded by a few chairs dotted around the flooring, lay out so as not to be crowed. The bar that Jhikl manned was set in the middle of the room that the Cantina occupied, just off the center of drinking area, which, itself, was set next to a small, elevated stage where in the evenings dancers, not of the provocative nature, would dance. Jhikl's Bar was lit by natural light that streamed in through the floor to ceiling windows that lined two walls and provided a view of the open space of the Coruscant Upper Levels. Soft Jazz music drifted from hidden speakers and filled the air with its sound. In its entirety, the Cantina modeled itself after a more ancient, primitive and rustic theme that most civilizations that had only just began to explore their contact with the greater Galaxy preferred.

Jhikl's Bar was mainly devoted to a certain passion of Jhikl himself; Jazz music. And that devotion was the reason as to why the budding Sith Acolyte and Assassin had chosen to seat herself within the small Cantina. Ryiah had only three passions which she explored when she sort to relax and unwind. The first was to hunt. A drive embedded within her blood, Ryiah found the thrill of the hunt singing within her veins and stripping away her thoughts, leaving only instinct. The second was to read. Despite the brash and dark personality that she exhibited, Ryiah loved to read, loved to research and learn. The final way was to listen to the sound of Jazz, the weaving of notes to form melodies that held a sultry tone was a balm to her wounded soul.

Ryiah was a thin woman of average height with strong muscles decorating her lithe frame. Nearly the entirety of her body was on view to any her happened to pass a glace across her figure, only her groin and breasts were truly hidden from view. The cloth wrap that hid her breasts from view was decorated where it wrapped around her throat with the polished teeth of slain Lazu - signs of her successful hunts - and around her waist sat a loincloth that reached down to her ankles. No other scrap of cloth, baring the wraps on her forearms, covered her purple skin.

As the rising and falling sound of steady conversation filled the air around her and the stares of others burnt into her skin, the locations of all other in the Cantina clear to Ryiah through the echolocation that all Togruta possessed due to their hollow montrals, Ryiah sat and read and listened. Every being that approached her, many of them men who sought her favour and body, would be turned away by the aura of Darkness that she had cloaked herself in.



[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

The light swing of nice, contemporary jazz playing in the background kept the lively mood of this cantina. A diverse range of species spent their nights here as this was one of the newest places to sit down and relax in Coruscant. Azula had yet to hear the well acclaimed band and after a fairly long day of training she decided to give it a visit. It has been too long since she enjoyed a night out.

It was only a short trip from the temple, the tram slowed to a stop and Azula stepped out and onto the platform dock. The jazz cantina was right in the front, the faint sound of buzzing electricity coming from all the newly setup neon signs.

Accordingly she walked in, her boot heels clicking across the wooden floors as she came to the bar. The woman was dressed nice. Perhaps unusual for a woman at the time, wearing a nice black button up shirt and white tie. She didn’t mind the looks of others though, if anything at this point she was used to it.

She stepped up to the bar area and sat semi-comfortably on a small wooden bench. Just beside her was a familiar Togruta. Upon a second look she realized it was the same one she had trained with a few weeks ago in the academy.

Azula waved her hand at the bartender, satisfied as the he came to her and asked what she wanted.

“Neo alderanni wine, please.”

She spoke, even here her thick accent shining through. She wondered if the Togruta had recognized her as well. The bartender then brought out a bottle labeled ‘neo’ with a hilly scene of what she assumed was Alderaan on the side. Or what they imagined it would look like at least. He started to pour the wine into a small glass and slid it over to Azula. She took the glass and looked to him, handing him a few credits.

For a moment she sipped at the wine. Enjoying the nice music from the credited band in the corner of this establishment. Other than that there was also the sound of light talk in the background, along with the humming of the electronics. Specifically though, the band was making Azula think back to her time as a vioflautist. There wasn’t one being played and she could imagine herself picking right up with them, despite the learning curve.

With this she tipped the glass to her mouth and sipped the last of the red drink, tainting her lips scarlet. She then placed the cheap glass back on the table and looked to the woman beside her. It wasn’t often that she saw a Togruta anymore. Really, if Azula was being honest she could count the number on her hand. What did that say about where she has been? In such a big universe, she felt so small.

“So, what’s your story?”

Azula asked, pushing her long hair from her face as she caught this woman’s eyes. She felt a dark presence resonating within her, her emotions so strong it was like she could see them.

 

[Ryiah Tenriem]

As someone sat down next to her, Ryiah's attention was momentarily pulled away from the holobook she had been absorbed in as a spark of annoyance flashed across her face too fast for all but the most attentive and observant to notice. She paid no thought to the fact that for the person to be able to sit next to her and not be repelled by the carefully crafted miasma of Dark hanging around her like a shroud that they would have to hold the willpower or experience to resist it, after all, Sith were numerous across the disgustingly urban city planet and, if anything, she was more surprised that so far no one had approached as she would of been certain that someone who was able to resist the relative weak Dark aura that she was project would have been within the bar. No, she paid that fact to thought. What she instead thought of in her annoyance was that if that person dared to try and strike up conversation with her, then she would snap their neck without hesitation through the Force, caring little for whatever pathetic life they may have lived. He, and she assumed it was a male lusting after her body, would find his life ending rather quickly and without warning is he even dared to attempt to disturb her time of relaxation, filled with the simple pursuits of reading and listening to jazz.

For a moment, Ryiah's tense shoulders slackened as it seemed her intruder had no intention of speaking and she returned to her reading, attempting to reach the point she had been at earlier where she had become absorbed within the story and the pictures that were painted within her mind by the artful crafting and structure of words. However, her influence within the Force flexed sharply when a voice directly next to her montrals cut through the air, annoyance at this man flaring within her, red eyes flashing in anger, before realisation as to what exactly that voice sounded like ran across her mind. Feminine and heavily accented, Ryaih licked her lips in thought for a moment before twisting her head to fix her crimson gaze at the humanoid being that sat next to her, with her devoting her current time to relaxing, the Togruta would certainly not deny herself the potential pleasure of consorting with a fellow member of what many considered the fairer sex.

Running her eyes along the form of the woman, Dyxra'a felt a small smile curl at the corner of her lips even as the tips of her two lekku twitched slightly. Long silver hair ran down the back of the woman, framing her slender face. Amber eyes contrasted sharply, if beautifully, against the woman's pale skin. Her black shirt clung to her curves in an interesting, to Ryaih, display of her femininity while a couple of pale scars could be spotted when they reached out across exposed skin, the proof of the woman's fighting potential evident in the exposed scars and the rough skin across her knuckles and increasing Ryiah's interest in the woman. However, the soft movement of her lekku ceased and the smile on her lips vanished as Ryiah finally recognised, who the woman was. Azula, she believed, had been someone she had seen around the Temple a time or two and, as such, Ryiah assumed that the fun that she had only just sought would be denied to her. Ryiah, turned her gaze back to her holobook, annoyance stirring within her again, but this time for a completely different reason, just as the wine Azula had ordered was set in front of her.

Just beginning to return to her novel once more, Ryiah's focus was once again shattered for the third time in less than a minuet by the same being: Azula. Freezing in her seat as Azula's accented voice washed across her, Ryiah debated between indulging the woman's request for conversation or glaring at her so that she could return to her intended relaxation for a brief moment, before sighing softly and twisting in her seat to stare at Azula, a teasing, if fake, smirk twisting her face into a carefully crafted mask.

"My, my. Asking such a personal question so soon, without even properly informing me of your name. Aren't you forward. I would expect dinner, or at least to have the joy to grace your bed, first." Ryaih's voice was as heavily accented as Azula's was, even if it held a completely different accent, her words curling with a abnormal tone when compared to the rather formal imperial accent that many the Togruta interacted with.


[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]