Public Above the Clouds of Bespin [Public]

[Joza Perl]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City, Solstice Vine​

Where The Sunset had failed, Solstice Vine thrived. Zeltrons had that sort of magic touch, especially when it came to the entertainment industry. Months of renovations, contracts and restructuring had lead to opening night for Cloud City’s latest nightclub.

It was the same old song and dance—literally—for Joza Perl. Club Blush had been her first venture, but the Zeltron tycoon worked her way into the core and dotted her company at various points across the galaxy. Snatch up some fixer-upper that was barely keeping itself afloat, make the necessary changes, profit. Always one to oversee a new establishment’s inauguration, Joza had perched herself against one of the second floor’s railings with a glass of red, watching the festivities and soaking in the electric atmosphere. The flashing lights, loud music and stifled air appealed to something primal, and never got old.

The club was nearing capacity, a piece of information relayed to her by one of the floor supervisors. The first two floors were teeming with patrons, eager to dance, drink, or get their fix of the latest narcotic she was sure was floating around. Spice was always a tricky line to walk, but not a business she partook in any longer. Still, it happened, and clubs were a prime venue for pushers to find customers. Those with enough credits to spend could spend their time in a VIP room on the third floor, and those with even more could access the suites and roof top pool. Regardless of how much coin you had, there was something for everybody.

The holo-boards above the bar had a menu readout, flashing intermittently with the nightly specials. Among the most popular was a collaboration between Joza and [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]:

The Romi & Coci Special (sorry):​

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Corellian Rum and Coci Cola with a spritz of fresh lime juice, garnished with a lime wedge.​

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Tags: [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] | [member="Brooke Waters"] | [member="Korynn Sol-Syna"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Jeremiah Jade"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Thalira Kiing"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Tan'yill"] | [member="Djonas Vile"] | [member="Ryssa Yvarro"] | [member="Judah Lesan"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Decker Willo"] | [member="Leona Hart"] | [member="Lhao Praji"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"]

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OOC: Remember to please avoid aggressive PVP in this thread. Barfights and bounty hunting are okay, attacking the crowds will make me a sad panda. Above all, have fun and follow the site’s general rules (keep it PG-13)!

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Up in one of the luxurious suites of Solstice Vine Théo was all but ready to enter the club. It was good to be out of his woollies, no black leathers or long fur cloak. He had to look the part of a business man, this was a turn up for the books, never in his life did he think he would be here, at the launch of one of his products, Coci Cola. [member="Joza Perl"] was good enough to allow the launch at one of her many establishments, opening night in fact, and by the sound of the music thumping up through the floor, the place was packed. The thought of it making him even more nervous than he already was.

This was a strange feeling, he would rather face down the horde than put himself through this, but he supposed a different horde was waiting for him down stairs. He hoped, called for the blessing of all the Gods of Midvinter, the force as well, that Coci Cola would be well received.

He stood up from the bed and pulled at the tail of his jacket before checking himself in the long mirror. Well I look the part, he concluded. “How do I look?”, he turned to his wife as she entered the bedroom, he threw his arms out to the side and turned on the spot for her to have full viewing of him and his attire. As he turned back to her, an eye brow raised with a smirk expecting to hear her teasing comments. Ylva on the other hand looked hot, she always did in whatever she wore.

“Come my lady .. they await us”, it was time to face the music, and focus on the launch. He let out a long puff of breath to help relieve the tension in his body. He linked arms with his wife, placed a kiss on her head as they left the room. He was so grateful for her support, her being here with him, and if nothing else could come of tonight, she would enjoy herself, he would make sure of it.

It was strange, the closer the elevator took them to the club, the more relaxed he seemed to be, maybe it was just him resigning to the fact there was nothing he could do about now, whatever will be will be. And as the doors opened, they entered the club, pumping with music, wreathing bodies on the dance floor, and the scent of smoke in the air. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he was out of his element, but the atmosphere was intoxicating.

He led his wife to the bar and found her a seat if she wished for it, he noticed over the back of the bar on the wall the sign flashing the specials, The Romi & Coci Special.

Mother is going to kill me.

[member="Ylva Heavenshield"]​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Time moved, people went and came, friends fell or became enemies. Some fell out of touch and merely needed to be refound

That's why stardust was here today at this club, red dress adorning her body, she had heard of a old friend she was close to at one time that ran this club among others. Among that stardust had been hearing about this club from a few others and decided to check it out give herself a break from the stress of life

She adjusted her dress as her elevator neared the top, the music thumping loudly making her world shake and causing her to dance slightly as she smirked, one thing she liked was some music powerful enough to make the body sway to it

Coming up to the bar shed get the attention of the bartender and spoke

looking for [member="Joza Perl"], tell her it's a old friend mention the name stardust

 

[Amea Virou]

“A Romi and Coci, strike the Coci.” A soft voice with imperial undertones almost whispered over at the bartender who seemed rather confused by what she was saying. The woman rolled her eyes. “Corellian, do away with the soda.”

Today wasn’t about the looming terrorist attack somewhere out there in the galaxy, and in reality a greater part of Amea had given up on it. Her trail had gone cold, blown up in a miserable set of events on Terminus. It wouldn’t be right to say she drank to forget, but in some greater aspect maybe she did. Mostly it was to unwind, or so she told herself. Tonight was about how to stop worrying and love the bomb. All hail the great dirty bomb that is lost somewhere out there in the greater galaxy while she got herself hammered on Bespin.

In truth she had never wanted to set foot on this planet since the First Order seized it from the Alliance, yet misfortune seemed to have put her here regardless. So if she was to make the most of it, well, the Perl family wasn’t exactly known for having establishments that were all too shabby. It meant that the customers were expected to dress the part though or at the very least make an effort for it. And to that end Amea had decided to step out of her ordinary work apparel just this once to put on something perhaps a little bit more comfortable.

Amea was still far from a dress person, people were far more likely to catch her dead than in a flimsy piece of fabric that did very little to protect her from the elements, but she had put in the effort. Tank top, an opened sweater on-top, the least torn pants that she could find and the only set of boots she had that wasn’t too dirtied or scraped up from her brand of fieldwork. All in all, she would consider herself amazed that such a thing was even possible. Her hair would however remain unchanged. Updo, ponytail touching just ever so slightly against the lower part of her neck.

She patted her hand against her abdomen to check her most recent wound, and sure enough it still stung. Not as much as the week before, but it stung nonetheless. Yet at this point it was a scar amongst just a greater collection of them. Had she not worn her sweater she would have bared the small ones that were spread just a little bit all over her body at this point.

As her drink came into hand Amea set out into the crowd. Had she known someone here, or rather brought the one friend she could care to remember having had reason to bring, she might have had an idea about what to do. Try and fail to hook-up with someone? Renowned failure. No, for the moment she took a position by a railing and looked out across the crowds that were spread across the place.

All in all, still a better experience than waiting for her ship to pass through refueling and the annual safety inspection. Why they chose Bespin of all goddamn places for that, she would never know.

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

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Her Husband, [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] had apparently been busy scheming away in his spare time whilst Ylva had been living off of the land across the Midvinter Wilds. It hadn't been until a week to this very day that he had informed her of his coming trip to Bespin, and why. For someone whom stuck very closely to home and rarely ventured out into the wider known Galaxy, the prospect of travelling to Bespin wasn't the most comfortable time away with her Husband that she could imagine, and yet who was Ylva to turn down a chance to get away from the responsibilities of Norvegr-fen for a while...

Unfortunately for her, this also meant "looking the part". Galactic Society was so much more advanced than the humble living of Midvinter; No doubt there'd be a number of complaints, were she to arrive dressed in her furs and leathers, carrying her pair of War Axe's upon either hip and a bow slung across her shoulders. "You're not bringing those clothes home, are you...?" Ylva answered Théodred honestly, her brows lifting as she took in the bright yellow jacket and the white pants, the blue and white collared shirt. Frankly, she didn't like her attire any better, though atleast her dress was black, and draped around her heels. Her white top was more revealing than she preferred where her arms and neck were concerned, yet it had to cover her stomach, least she seek to throw herself out the nearest window.

Despite Ylva's long lived view of 'high-borns' or otherwise the 'rich, wealthy and glamorous', she had come along in support of her Husband and so she had to try to be subtle about her expressions of discomfort; at-least for his sake. "Given enough time, I'm sure your appearance will be enough reason for some young lady to be introduced to Bjomolf" Ylva smiled, bleeding sarcasm and a sense of ownership towards her Husband. Bjomolf naturally hadn't come on this adventure. The sight of a Wolf greater than the average male would have put fear in the streets of Bespin; though Théodred would hear her point all the same. A half serious, half joking remark that led to a sultry smirk as she followed alongside him towards the lifts.

Finding their seats at the bar of the establishment, Ylva's gaze passed over the number of occupants with a slight flush to her cheeks. She hadn't often seen so many people in one tightly cramped space, not since the war council where she fought and bled alongside [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and Théo's Mother, Ylva's presiding Master in the Force. "Mother is going to kill me". Théodred's words caused Ylva to turn back and follow his gaze towards the nearby, oddly illuminated sign, to which she squinted against as she read it.

"...I suppose, it was always going to be one of us" She remarked with a broad grin, clearly finding more humor from the sight than her beloved.

 

[Jaya Tandris]

It took only a second after making her way into the club for Jaya to realize how much she had missed nights like this. Work had kept her busy and even though she loved what she did, it simply had been too long since the last time she danced away the night. To the woman it was a way of hitting the reset button and and recharging her battery- getting back home completely exhausted and with the feeling that everything hurt, nothing was more satisfying than that. There was something special about being part of a mass of bodies as in unison they let themselves get caught up in the music and the lights. Jaya instantly felt at home.

A simple pair of jeans was paired with a white tank top and black sneakers, considered by some to be a risky choice of dress in a place like this. Sweat, spilled drinks as you bumped into others, and more were quickly going to become visible on white, but Jaya had made the decision for that exact reason. The more stains by the end of the night, the better her time had been. It was clean now, but that wasn't going to last long. In fact, she was ready to work up some sweat right away.

Not bothering with getting herself a drink quite yet, Jaya passed through the crowd to get herself to the dancefloor. The buildup to a familiar song played and with the people around her she felt the anticipation rise, until the beat dropped and the woman got lost in the music as the bass vibrated through her body and in that moment, there was no other place she would've rather been at than here.

 

[Kingsley]

"Ashuna! Yukusu kenza keena! Gogowa!"

"Rrrrawk! I said NO!" a hulking avian wailed over the thrum of outer rim trance blaring from Solstice Vine's many speakers, "I told you I'm on a voyage of self discovery!"

"Ra'ti!"

Surrounding Kingsley there was a cluster of four jawas and their leader, the freighter captain's 'first mate' Iziz. None of them looked particularly happy to be here. They were forced to bob and weave around the other club patrons, always on guard lest they be unknowingly trampled underfoot amidst such channeled pandemonium. Two more jawas were with the Eravana up in Bespin's outer orbit where the hiitian had abandoned them nearly a week ago while he tried to 'find himself' on Cloud City.

"I'm trying to find myself!" Kingsley moaned for the thousandth time.

"Nyeta dooka!" Iziz narrowed his beady little yellow eyes, "Togo togu!"

"I'm not even on drugs!" the smuggler lied.

All around him the crowd washed away in a kaleidoscopic haze of lights and shapes. Both of his hands felt like they were giant water balloons, he could not shake the sensation that his skin was trying to crawl off his body, and his tongue was numb as hell. Man this was some good spice. Most of the time Kingsley had been on board the city station was spent deeply entrenched in its red light district's rave scene. He was wearing a polka dot vest jacket over a tropical patterned shirt and khaki cargo shorts, beads covered his neck and his brow feathers were dyed a rainbow spectrum of different colors.

"Tandi kwa!" Iziz stamped his foot, and held out a hand expectantly.

"I...uhhh..." Kingsley stammered before his eyes widened at something behind them and he pointed his talon, "Look out! Sand people!"

"Utinni!" the jawas wailed in terror and scattered.

"Suckers..." he chuckled to himself, before stumbling over to the bar for the sake of something to balance himself against just as much as more party fuel, "Another pan galactic gargle blaster, my good sir!"

While he was waiting for his drink the smuggler glanced over and ogled [member="Amea Virou"] not so discretely. Downing the poisonous cocktail that he ordered, Kingsley let out a small involuntary yelp of agony when his brain felt like it was being smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. He hacked up a viscous wad of phlegm into his talons and coated the substance over his scalp in a misguided attempt to clean up his look.

What started off as a confident swagger quickly devolved into a drunken lurch.

"Hey there gorgeous," the birdman managed to slur every word, "Rrrawk! Wanna buy some death sticks?"

He yanked open his polka dot vest, and a neat array of contraband rolled out like it had been coiled around a spring. Death sticks, dream dust, hypnocane, luna-weed, and spice. So many varieties of spice. Everything from sansanna to glitterstim. Kingsley's true purpose on Cloud City at last revealed, he waggled his eyebrows expectantly at the near human woman.

[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] | [member="Ylva Heavenshield"] | [member="Jaya Tandris"]​

 

[Decker Willo]

No fancy outfit this time, he had decided. Casual wear, with long tan pants and a flight jacket over an undershirt of grey. On his head a simple cap, Decker was going full on casual, seemingly without a care in the world...or rather, galaxy. And well, he didn't. Not a care, all except his squadron who were spending time off elsewhere. Things had been getting harder for the crew, the squadron. Times were tough, money was tougher. Odd jobs here and there to fit with the upkeep, which was getting worse and worse. Decker, he needed a moment to just relax, taking things in stride. So when he heard about a big club gathering on Bespin, well he couldn't turn down such a chance. Flying over in a shuttle who he had paid earlier Decker made his arrival. Yet it was as if he didn't want to be noticed, simply mingling. He was no big time Not a queen, not a well known marksman, nor a high class general. He was a measly pilot captain.

Taking his time through the crowd of the first floor past dancers and party goers, Decker headed right for what he desired. A good drink. The bar. Ordering a special, a Correllian Rum and Coci Cola mix. He was quick with a quarter of the drink before having to pause...how long had his last drink even been? Not even that, the last drink he actually enjoyed? Took him by surprise. Soon he was quickly downing. It brought relief to all stress he had been dealt.

Many faces were at the bar, none that came to mind. Although if one was recognizable, he simply let them pass through eyes and out of his mind, completely bypassing memory. Decker was here to relax, to party, to forget all his worries and his strife.

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

From her standing position by the bar on the first floor, the booming music filled the space around her and more guest flowed into the Solstice Vine. She gave the clear and thick shot glass of corellian whiskey an eye before taking it up and downing it with experienced ease. The latest contract, that little venture back on Nar Shaddaa, had proven rather profitable. It didn't matter if it was a cage fight for betting and spectators or something with a more sinister goal. Violence was still profitable, it seemed.

The evening had just started, and judging by the electric ambiance, an evening that would probably run through a late night and possibly even an early morning. Atleast for some. Some would, in one way or another, end up in a police cell. Some would be foolish and drunken enough to bother the guards and get kicked out in the street. The majority of the guest looked although more disciplined to not risk ruining a perfect night in the clouds.

For this night, she had ditched her regular smugglers attire, but she were not one for fancy and delicate dresses though. Instead, a half closed black trench coat with high collar served as outer piece. Underneath the coat, she wore a pair of slim-fit black pants with leather trimming, and black boots to go with that. Her traditional rylothian headpiece completed the outfit. By what could be seen, she were unarmed.

Intense hazel eyes read the sign with tonights special drink, before falling upon the bartender.

''One of those. Make it a six. Thanks.'' she said, not having to raise her voice too much as he was close to her. The barman knew his work and was both quick and skilled with making the drink that soon was placed on a napkin in front of her, as credits and drink changed owner.

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

To say Taozi was out of her element would be... understating it. She'd never been to a club in her life, let alone one so far from home, but she needed an escape from things. "Just for today" she had told her concerned mother... Of course, that was nearly a week ago now.

Sitting on the second floor, the doctor's attire was a little different from the other patrons of the club, but it was comfortable. People watching was a secret pass time for the doctor, and today was no exception. The crowd was so varied and excitable, Taozi's eyes never stayed on the same group for too long before others became more interesting. She swirled her drink in her hand, a Romi and Coci, before taking a small drink from it. She sighed, leaning back in her seat, ankles crossed, pink eyes scanning the crowd. For now, she was being left to her own devices by the other patrons.

She wondered how long that would last.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

It had been way too long since Kiegan had been out to a proper club, let alone one where he could seriously kick back and let loose. It wasn't like he hated the Jedi responsibilities, but it definitely didn't come as easy to the elder Lysle as much as it did his sister. And so here he found himself, loud music pounding at his ear drums looking around for someone to catch his interest.

Hapans were always beautiful, but their beauty was one note and kind of old to the Crownsguard. Admittedly he couldn't judge his own people too much, only having dressed down in a simple black outfit with a cardigan that he could pull off if it got too warm. Still, he was excited to be out at a club with so many species of different backgrounds and appearances.

The first thing to do, of course, was to get a drink. The bright glowing signs advertising the "Romi & Coci Special" easily telling Kiegan what he should order, his mind wandering about what the ladies the drink was named after would look like. Maybe he could get a dance in with them. Either way all he wanted was the drink right now, a little buzz.

"Yo Bartender!" He leaned over the counter and yelled to get the bartender's attention, a gesture that wasn't exactly appreciated. "Three of the special, my man!"

And now all he had to do was wait and watch...

 

[Cyran Vaas]

"What do you mean I'm not on the list?!" Cyran questioned the bouncer who was letting people into the club, and was beginning to make a scene. He was wearing a salmon suit, a similar shade to his skin.

"I'm sorry sir, you're not on list of names and you're not a guest of someone who is. So I'm gonna need to ask you to leave."

"Wha- bu-..." Cyran looked behind him to see a long line of people trying to get in which he was making impatient with his antics. With final face palm he replied. "But my cousin owns this place, Joza will be hearing from me." He gave one last threat before two other bouncers put themselves in eyesight of Cyran. And considering they were both rather large near-humans he simply back out of the line defeated.

"There you are!" A female voice said from behind him at the entrance. Raising an eyebrow he looked back to see a Chis woman calling out to him. Someone he didn't know. "Sorry about that, he's with me, just got here a little late is all." She said to the bouncer with the list to convince him to let Cyran in. They looked back at the Zeltron and motioned their head towards the club. Wondering who they were and what they were up to Cyran followed the Chiss woman inside and when he was out of hear shot of the bouncers he spoke.

"Um, sorry but do I know you?"

"No, and I'm sure you don't know me, but I know a pretty face when I see one and saw you struggling to get inside. So I figured I could get you in and you can be my escort tonight." He said to him smiling over her shoulder to him.

"Wow that's really great, and thanks. But if you don't mind I need to head to the men's room, it was quite a wait in that line. I'll catch up with you right after?" The women thought for a second and nodded. Seemingly eager to spend the night with their new improvised date. Cyran gave them a smile and slipped into the crowd away from them. He lied, he didn't plan on spending the whole night away as some fan girls escort. He wanted to do his own thing. Making his way over to the bar he got next to e blue Twi'lek and checked her out. "My my, Ryloth is turning out some real lovely women these days." It was clear he didn't recognize the women as he was trying to flirt with her. Probably since they weren't trying to kick each other's teeth in.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

“Did I tell you how stunning you look tonight?”, he leaned in to whisper, as his hand slipped around her waist. He caught the eye of one of the bar tenders, they were busy tonight run off their feet. “Two Romi & Coci’s please”, the words almost catching in his throat, it was rare he spoke his mother’s name, it was thing on Midvinter or rather among the Heavenshield family out of respect he supposed. Not only that he did not dare press his luck and for her to materialise before him.

The R & C’s arrived before them, he of all people had to be seen drinking the Cola and besides it was actually very good. Although he tossed the wedge of lime away from his drink, before handing one to his wife. “Here is to us, and Coci Cola”, he grinned and clinked her glass, and after taking a sip, Théo looked toward the dance floor, he likes dancing in fact he is quite good at it, but he realised that apart from their wedding day, they had danced at all.

Before the night ends, he would get her to dance with him.

He looked up the bar, the Special was doing well, which made his mind settle more, and but the end of the night he hoped to speak with Joza, to thank her for taking a chance with this. But the night was young, and Joza would be busy playing the good host. There were no familiar faces to the seen, at least not yet, but that did not matter, he would enjoy his wife’s company and besides they could always make new friends.

[member="Ylva Heavenshield"] ​

 

[James Justice]

There were a dozen people James wanted to meet before he died and [member="Joza Perl"] was one of them. His bones were aching deeply, like nothing else he had ever know, and that was--well that, was almost too much. The pain killers didn't even do much any more except take the edge off. Drinking with the painkillers hit that sweet spot that gave him enough to get through the day.

The spacer stepped down the Nestis Kora's loading ramp, mustering up a swagger that he was well known for by this point. You could bet your arse he had been pregaming but this time it was just to be able to walk anymore. The low light landed on his trademark leather jacket, flight pants, and unruly hair. The DeathHammer blaster strapped to his side clinked against the bottle of whiskey James held in his hand with each step. James caught a glimpse of his face in a nearby window. He did look drawn, the pain was taking its toll on him.

"Not much longer now," the spacer muttered to himself as he moved past the reflection. "Not much longer now."

The very excess of Solstice One brought James back twenty years, maybe even twenty five. He smirked, opening himself up to feel the ecstasy around him. Pleasure washed over the man like a warm, fuzzy blanket. James had almost forgotten how good this felt. All at once he remembered why he did this. He was mother%&#@ing James Justice. He was a god of pleasure. He was Bacchus himself, damn it.

"Anyone here ready to get completely wrecked?" James roared at the top of his lungs as he burst through the door, his arms spread wide. He brought the bottle up to his lips, finishing it up quickly before he tossed it across the room. "Next round across the building is on me. Now where the hell be Joza?"

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] I [member="Cyran Vaas"] I [member="Kiegan Lysle"] I [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] I [member="Tan'yill"] I [member="Decker Willo"] I [member="Kingsley"] I [member="Jaya Tandris"] I [member="Ylva Heavenshield"] I [member="Amea Virou"] I [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] I [member="Joza Perl"]​

 

[Amea Virou]

[member="Kingsley"]

Few people called her gorgeous. ‘That schutta’ was a good one along with ‘just blast her already!’ It came with the job, or rather one of the many jobs she tangled herself into. At this point one would figure that some piece or the other from her work personas popped up. The warden in her wanted to punch her new ‘friend’ in the face, another wanted to tell him to leave her alone and as the drugs came into play the warden in particular wanted to step up to the field. Yet in the end she was still off-duty, and more than ever she wanted to just be nobody without much of anything urgent to do.

No, she could at the very least make something fun out of it. Amea pulled the band out of her hair to let it fall and rest against her shoulders. A fake smile spread across her lips as she ran her hand through the strayed ends of her hair. With a sway from her left to her right she bit her lower lip and looked over the sortiment on display.

“You’re totally speaking my language right now, dude.” She said, mimicking the most stereotypical Valley Girl dialect she could muster this side of the Corellian Film Valley. “My name’s Stacy, by the way. I work the floors on the off-hours.”

Her eyes shifted from side to side as if to see if anyone was looking.

“And like, won’t lie? I totally, like, live off of luna-weed.” She said as she leaned in for a whisper. “Like oh my god, I smoke that every day.”

“But uhm, is the floor manager aware that you are like, totally intruding upon his turf? Because, I know Jeff and he is totally like one of those… You know, like,” Amea said and nodded her head while she held her arms out as if to flex some big guns. “Buff guys.”

“Know what I’m saying, dude? I just like, don’t want to get in trouble with him again.”

Yeah, no, being Lorrdian raised had its benefits.

 

[Kingsley]

"Stacy, eh?" Kingsley leered at [member="Amea Virou"], sensing an absence of wit and self respect in her act that were hallmarks of a good customer, "A beautiful name for a beautiful pinkskin. Surely you belong with us among the clouds, rrrrawk!"

While she blathered on in a ditsy accent the smuggler stroked his parcels of luna-weed suggestively. As soon as she mentioned some local competition however he froze. Bespin was practically lawless space these days which meant there were bushels of credits to be made in clubs and cantinas. Solstice Vine had only just opened but it was already proving to be a very lucrative market. Something about zeltron sensibilities inspired excess in so many forms. Kingsley wasn't about to give that up without a fight.

"Jeff..." he spat the name out like a curse, puffing his chest up dramatically, "Probably a Perl lackey. I should have known! Don't you worry now, sweetheart. Kingsley will set things straight."

Kingsley glanced wildly around the bar. Eventually he caught sight of [member="Kiegan Lysle"] looking in their direction and his face contorted in rage.

"Jeff!" the drunken vulture screamed, and marched right over to the young hapan male.

Grabbing Kiegan roughly by the collar of his shirt, he snarled, "Apologize to the lady!"

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Her lavender lips took a sip on the Romi and Coci before the bartender, as if to check if the blend was right before she decided to go on with it. The bartenders skills indeed showed themselves from the mixing to the final product. It was strong, yet the splash of lime shined through the booze and the coke. She gave him a slight and sly, yet satisfactory smile of content. The barman was then interupted by the shouting man in simple black outfit across the bar ([member="Kiegan Lysle"]). Tan spared him a neutral look. Either he ordered for him and two friends or three drinks all for himself. Judging by his way to order the drinks, it was probably be the latter.

She took another sip and carefully observed the other patrons around the bar. Having her head turned in the opposite direction, she did not notice the male zeltron that just took the place of another customer beside her. The details in the mans voice drowned slightly under the heavy music, but she heard what he said alright. Another man biased to think that every twi'lek was from Ryloth, and what a pick up line.

''What makes you think-'' she begun with a frosty voice, but she stopped as she turned the head to face her charmer. An ever so slight face of surprise appeared on her, mostly seen on the eyebrows raising, before she glanced him down and up again.

''Well, isn't it the zeltron who doesn't hit women...?'' she continued in a more interested voice, a faint sign of amusement could be seen in the corners of her mouth while she met his gaze dead on and took another sip of the drink. He would probably recognise her face, with the tattoos and distinct gaze.

Her gaze was for a moment drawn a distance away, to another loud mouth that bursted through the doors and then tossed an empty bottle across the room ([member="James Justice"]). Nothing she had not seen before, realy. She could bet a couple of credits that he was going to be the first one to be kicked out.

''Thanks for the compliment, though...'' she said and directed her attention to the zeltron she not long ago had exchanged kicks and punches with.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Ground floor bar
Wearing: Pants | Corset | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 1 Nozhi Blade
Tags: Open!

Bespin. Rumors down the grapevine had made carved their path all the way to the little corner in the Unknown Regions in which the Blood Hound had been hiding in for the past few weeks. Normally, she avoided events like these unless it had to do with the job she was fulfilling. But she had not been the only one to hear about the grand opening, and both her sister and her friend had been adamant about pushing her to go. Alone, no less. She sincerely hoped the two weren't trying to do anything funny that would await her once she got back home. Home. What an odd little word. To think that until recently it had been empty for so long, but now, she knew she was building it with her own two hands, and that she had the love and support of others as she did so.

Shaking her head, Scherezade raised her chin and marched right inside. Immediately the smell of many bodies dancing and pressing one against another assaulted her nose. She bit her lip and elbowed her way to the bar, narrowingly avoiding getting some of the less dressed patrons' sweat all over her. Only once she'd actually taken down an open seat (and the only reason it stayed open until her butt was on it was because of the threatening gaze she cast at someone who seemed like they'd attempt to take it from her before it was hers), did she realize how laughable it was.

Because here she was, Scherezade deWinter, one who could answer to many different names of titles, and she was behaving as though she was still in the Southern Systems. But she was not. She was an Agent of Chaos now, and that meant that everything had changed. Not just, because her location had. Everyone seemed to react differently, act different around her now. The way she'd always dreamed. It would be entirely up to her now to make sure she did not fall back into old patterns. Did not shy away.

With newfound confidence, the Sithling smiled at the bartender. "Tall cream on the rocks," she grinned, knowing her voice could be heard well above the music. Spinning in her chair as she waited, it was time to look at others who had gathered her. She recognized none of them so far. And she was more than willing to make sure that by the end of tonight, this would change.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

"Jeff? Who's Je-"

It was clear that the massive feathered creature that came squealing towards the young Hapan either was too inebriated or too angry to care who he grabbed, but the certainty oh which it's massive hand grabbed Kiegan's collar made the blonde man wonder if he might somehow be this Jeff. The confusion along with [member="Kingsley"]'s gargantuan strength downright dragged Lysle out of his chair, drink sloshing across his hand as he was dragged down the bar.

The knight hadn't brought his lightsaber, because it's a karking club, and whatever this beast was was presumably way stronger than Kiegan himself.

So all he did was swap his Romi & Coci from one hand to the other, lapsing what had spilt across his hand.

"C'mon! Easy now fella."

Between a massive bird man dragging him down the bar and, essentially, sucking alcohol off of his hand, the Hapan was hardly ready to be presented to some girl. He had expected a fairly large Hutt woman, maybe with some makeup on, when he looked at who had a hold of his collar instead of some reasonably attractive human.

"Hey gi-" The sly look he put on his face as he tried to flirt in the compromising position was ruined, yet again, by the bird holding his shirt. Demands for some random apology. "Hey look man. I'd love to know this girl, but I don't." Didn't hurt to try to be a little smooth. A smirk coming alongside the words as his eyes flickered back to [member="Amea Virou"].

"And besides man, do I even look like a Jeff?"

 

[Jaya Tandris]

Though it had been a while since the last time Jaya got to enjoy the nightlife, that which she herself dubbed 'the art of clubbing' was a skillset one didn't unlearn through the passage of time. The woman slipped back into her routine seamlessly; start off with a few songs on the dancefloor, then grab a drink to stay hydrated. She dodged and weaved her way through the crowd, her destination being the bar. In the meantime she thought of what to order, her mind split between going for an 'ol' reliable', or trying something new. In the end, she decided to simply pick something without thinking about it once she got there. That, or she would let someone else pick for her, but only if they seemed like they knew their drinks.

When Jaya arrived at the bar she was lucky enough to see someone else just getting up and leaving, giving her a place to sit while she waited for her drink. She quickly hopped onto the chair, looked at the selection of drinks, and then decided to turn her attention to the woman to her left. Pale skin, dark brown hair, but what truly struck were her pair of bright green eyes. A bit too bright to be natural, Jaya thought, but she herself had the tendency to wear colored contacts. It was a good thing to stand out.

Jaya went to lean in closer to the woman's ear to make sure she was clear enough to hear. "Mind giving me a hand? Feeling a little indecisive today, could use a lil' help picking a drink." After pulling away again she, without really bothering to wait for an answer, signalled the bartender, who then approached. "I'm letting her decide what I'm having," she explained as she pulled out a credstick. While waiting for the decision, she tapped it onto the bar to the beat of the music.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]​