THE KITCHENS
NJO TEMPLE
CORUSCANT
He shut the fridge door.
"
Not disco music," he grinned, pausing, watching her while she continued on; the look she gave him when she mentioned Jizz music, however, made that particular moment stretch out
juuust overly long. Not
too subtle, that... less obvious was the ideas it put into his head. Rik cleared his throat, feeling a
smidge self-conscious - gods-
damn, hadn't he just met this woman? - which broke that sliver of silence as he swallowed his grin. "
Just the lighting," he continued finally, giving the fume hood switch over where she cooked a quick telekinetic flick to turn it on, but saying nothing about it.
"
Yeah, Rock," he agreed when she brought that up, "
and Metal," he added - those kinds of music were important to him and his relationship with at least one of his brothers. He went to get the flame going under the grill station, then turned the fume hood on over there. When she asked if he played anything instrument-wise, his eyes pulled back to her. "
Can't say I ever have."
Not that he was disinterested in it, he'd just had other priorities... and some of those priorities had, in a way,
sometimes went hand in hand with what she asked next. He unwrapped the wrap once the grill was hot enough, and placed it on the grill.
"
Not lately." For reasons that hurt a little, but with the ease that had settled into their conversation, that hurt was a little easier to ignore. He'd have no problem letting the hours wind on. He noted what she said about rebuilding a club, then turned the wrap to grillmark another side, as he went and divulged a little more. "
Last time I went to a club was a few years back," which was a
very good memory, "
time was at a premium up until about ten, eleven months ago." Rik glanced from the wrap, to her, then back to the wrap, giving it a second turn. "
Bit more recently I got roped into not just one, but two galas in a row. Not my scene."
Never was in the first place, and he was only more reluctant to attend events like those since little more than half a year past, when those two galas had occurred. Turning the wrap to its final side, Rik let his gaze drift back to Jonyna, figuring on some freshly inspired honesty. New acquaintance be damned.
"
Y'know, thinking on it... if that club was finished, I'd be asking if you wanted to get out of here." He had the time, so why not? "
After eating, of course."