Blood and Wine [CIS]

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: The Greatest Show - Bass Boosted

He chuckled slightly at what he could only hope was a joke, from [Member=Zyrias Pax].

"I don't pay anybody to call me anything, it wouldn't mean anything, nonetheless. Now I know what you're thinking, 'Surely a man of such power would hire dancers or entertainers of some sort.' I can assure you, I do not. I rarely have the time for parties, let alone wasting time admiring a female's body, besides, such acts could be considered slavery, and that is not a good thing. Aswell as the fact I try to build a good reputation, dancers and entertainers do not bring a good reputation in the world of civilised politics, in the underworld and in the Hutt Cartel, yes, they bring a desired attraction. I am neither part of the underworld, nor the Hutt Cartel. Occasionally I may indulge in well-paid maids and butlers to attend to my estate. Nothing more, however."

He finished his glass of bourbon while she was starting her next sentence and placed it on a passing waiter's plate, and grabbed a new cup from the same plate, and took a long sip of it while Zyrias talked. He then reached inside his jacket for a still hard and cold bar of chocolate, and broke a few pieces off, and ate them, then held the bar out to Zyrias, offering her some. He then held the glass in his mouth by the brim with his teeth as he reached inside his pockets for a holocomm, which he pulled out and deactivated. It had been hard to hear, but it was ringing, emitting a typically loud but subtle buzz that was turned faint and distant by the sounds of the party. He put it back in his jacket and held his glass of bourbon in his hand again.

As Zyrias finished her question, he opened his mouth and spoke.

"If you've heard much of the Confederacy then one might think you'd know more of what a Viceroy does. A Viceroy is a strong political figure, a senator, a member of the Confederacy's Senate, to simplify it. We are either elected into our positions by our planets, or assigned to a planet. I was elected by a unanimous vote, I won by a margin of, I believe it was close to or over seventy. To answer your question better and more efficiently, a Viceroy represents their planet in the CIS and Governs over it, hence why I'm so busy. I would not recommend becoming a Viceroy right out of the shuttle, with little to no actual knowledge of what they are, well, in-depth, that is. I do have an open position, a Deputy Viceroy, while it does not guarantee your ascension to Viceroy of Ord Pardron upon my inevitable demise or retirement, it carries you a fair way. Especially if the Viceroy was chosen by his people by a large majority. So, if you wish, you may take the position of Deputy Viceroy of Ord Pardron under me, Viceroy Kenway if you wish, Miss... I'm sorry, I don't believe I got your name? Either way, a Deputy Viceroy is an assistant to the Viceroy basically, I attend all the meetings, all the things that require the Viceroy, while you may step in with my authority to others should I be unable to make it. Though you would not be able to make decisions on the spot as I might be able to."

He took another sip of his bourbon, and then waited a brief second, not giving Zyrias any time to respond to his offer.

"Could I perhaps interest you in a sip of my bourbon? I promise it'll lift your spirits a bit better than that champagne."

He offered her a sip from his glass, which had recently become one of the last of it's kind, with more needing to be poured soon. He'd arrived late, ofcourse, yet he'd still drank more than anybody else.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

If Zyrias pushed a button (or ten) within Mr. Kenway, she was only ambiently aware of it. Perhaps he was insulted over her suggestion of him paying for sex, but he protested that he was a busy man, about which she had no doubt. Still, didn’t all powerful and wealthy men “share coordinates” with paid companionship? In the slicer’s limited experience they did. They also cheated on her, lied to her and stole money from her but then again, except for the Coruscant Detective she’d shacked up with briefly, most of her boyfriends had been spacebags.

As she was finding her footing into the criminal world, she had traded intimacy for credits, but it wasn’t something she was often nostalgic about.

She wanted to respond but when Caesar pulled out the candy bar, Zyri said, “Mmmm, champagne and chocolate, my favorite.” The Chameleon thought better of her urge to open her scarlet-hued lips and have him feed it to her, breaking off a small piece with her delicate fingers. Immediately, it began melting at the warmth of her skin, and there it stayed because of Lord Kenway’s next words which caused Zyrias’s jaw to open in incredulity.

“You’re offering me a job in politics?”

She wanted to laugh at the absurdness of it, but also to burst out in tears that anyone thought she had enough potential to be more than a common criminal. Zyri lived up to her namesake in that she was able to convince most of the galaxy she had more than the humblest of beginnings. Surely he was joking, though she realized he was possibly suggesting she was his assistant.

“I’m really flattered, Lord Kenway.” She took a sip of bourbon, her big painted eyes staring into his world-weary brown irises. “Can I think about it before I accept? I mean I’m not sure I’m qualified… like, what are some things I would be doing for you?"

Fake it until you make it, Zyrias? Isn’t that what you've been doing your entire life?

[member="Caesar Kenway"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: Black & Gold Suit, Navy Blue Plaid Pants, Boots
Wielding: Cane, Hidden Blades(Only one, on his left wrist, yet it is hidden under his suit)
Location: Party by the Balcony
Theme: Fly me to the Moon - Frank Sinatra
Tags: [Member=Zyrias Pax]

He blinked slightly at the young lady's disbelief in his other. He broke off a piece of chocolate and pushed it into her open mouth, a smirk crossing his face.

"Why my dear, of course I'm offering you a job, perhaps not exact politics, more of the under work. It wouldn't be nearly as hard, you wouldn't be speaking on behalf of planets as much, and trust me, you don't want to dive into that, and a compliment to your finer taste, I myself also like champagne and chocolate, something so... romantic, about it.."

He sensed emotions welling up inside of her, a hysterical feeling, combined with a mixture of joy and sadness. He tucked those away in his mind. And took a sip of his bourbon swallowing hard. His holocom buzzed slightly and he grabbed it out of his jacket and threw it straight into the arena, where it was trampled and crushed. He regained his composure and straightened himself. He then frowned at her use of his title and last name.

"Please, call me Magnus, or Caesar. Whichever you prefer, and non of that 'lord' crap, it doesn't sound right and it doesn't fit your personality."

He listened carefully to what she said. Noting that at no point had she even bothered to give a hint to her name, he took a long sip of his bourbon, leaving enough for another sip or two. He then caught a bottle that had been flying at [Member=Zyrias Pax]'s head by it's neck and threw it into a wall, shattering it. He then turned his attention back to her, her beautiful blue eyes to be specific. They lit up the room, along with her hair, skin, and pretty much everything about her, it took Caesar a good minute to figure out what was happening.

He was falling in love, with a woman who was barely half his age. Two thoughts crossed his mind, one: What would the media think of this? two: Damn, she's pretty hot, I'd kill for her...

He snapped out of his trance just in time to hear the last bit of her question, and to hear the slight twitch of a lie in it, yet he decided to play the game.

"First of all, you'd mostly be doing paperwork, only a couple hours a day, I'm a work-a-holic, and after that, I will admit, I need somebody to take care of my puppy while I do some work in at the office, so if you could do that, it'd be great. She's a darling, just a bit of a selective listener, she will not listen to anyone but me. I swear. Either way, it would mostly be paperwork, and attending a few meetings with representatives of business wishing to start out in Ord Pardron, occasionally with the media, though that'd mostly be either me, or my current head of military, that's not to say you won't get interviewed every now and then. It's fairly simple work really, you just need to read applications to start a business, approve or deny them. You may occasionally get requests for land grants, or to host an event in a government area, or get government support for something, just send the requests for events or government support to me. Other than that it'd be quite easy, as I've said close to a million times by now. Of course, if you want, I could grant you a wing in my mansion to stay in, I'm sure you don't have a home on Ord Pardron, and it's expensive to get a house there, believe it or not. The Confederacy may be easy going with a lot of things, but not with taxes, though it was only for something like a month. It was cruel, and the housing is very expensive, due to the climate, beautiful planet, I swear. Though I completely understand if you decline the offer. Oh and it's' pretty self explanatory, but you need to be on planet for the work. And in answer to if you have the qualifications, I'm sure you have the qualifications to stare at me, lustfully."

He added the last sentence teasingly. He took a sip of his bourbon, leaving enough for one last sip. He then sensed that she was going to burst out into tears, and prepared himself to pull her into a hug.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

When Caesar fed Zyrias the chocolate, she melted just like the candy in her mouth. As he babbled on about champagne and all of the finer things that she would get accustomed to, the criminal considered that for a moment - she would need to leave her life of dusty crime and treachery.

The blue-haired Chameleon watched the Viceroyal chuck his holocom into the arena.

“Oh Mr. Kenway!” Zyrias exclaimed like a holofilm star.

The fact that he chose pleasure over business tickled the criminal to no end. And when he saved her from a flying bottle, she listened to his pitch.

All of it sounded amazing, but she wasn’t about to cry, she wanted to go home with the businessman, as she'd wanted to since the party had started.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Tags: [Member=Zyrias Pax]

He marvelled at the woman's charming, smooth voice. Her remark at him throwing away his holocom was, interesting, to say the least. Perhaps a tad unnecessary. Aswell as use of Mr and his last name at the same time. He managed to duck under another flying glass. Then broke off another piece of chocolate and fed it to the lovely lady.

"May I perhaps get your name, m'lady?"

He then bent down and lifted a man up from the floor and dropped him on a table. He was then treated to a pleasant knock to the side of his head, which warranted a swift knock of his cane to discourage any further assault.

He then took the fine lady's hand in his own, running his thumb up and down the back of it.

"Shall we perhaps leave now, m'lady? before the inhabitants of this bar turn more hostile and we have a fight on our hands?"

He offered to pull the fine lady closer to him, giving a slight tug upwards and towards himself to her hand, which, if followed through, would land the mystery lady in his arms, her back against him.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

“The name is Zyrias,” she said. Normally the criminal wouldn’t reveal her real identity but tonight under the stars and on the arm of charming Mr. Kenway… well, it just didn’t feel right to be the fake that she usually was.

While the atmosphere around the pair became more violent, the young lady with the blue-hair seemed nonchalant as though bar brawls were a normal occurrence in her life.

Mr. Kenway tugged at her hand as though he was about to tango with her and then the man twirled her so that she was nestled in his arms.

In the arena below them, the most heinous acts may have been carried out, or there could just be a giant tea party. Zyrias didn’t care. If Lord Kenway and his deliberate cane were genuine, the Chameleon had not much to worry about. A lover and a job? She felt luckier than a gambler at the Golden Nautolan on Nar Shaddaa.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

[member="Caesar Kenway"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Tags: [Member=Zyrias Pax]

His unoccupied hand let go of hers, drifting it's way down to her midriff, sliding across, tugging her closer to him, her back rubbing against his chest. As he took a final sip of his drink, he threw the glass at a man's head, who was drunkenly approaching them, looking for a fight. The glass smashed right into his head, shattering, a few pieces stabbing into his head, as he fell back, bleeding. He then took Zyrias' arm, walking her to the door of the bar. A few men blocked their path, gawking at Zyrias, he just walked on up, pushing one back, the satisfying sound of metal piercing flesh sounding, as the man fell back, holding onto his chest, where a stab had appeared. Then he flung his arm at another man, slicing downwards across his chest, a slice of red following, mixed with slight green, as the man stumbled backwards, gasping for breath. He then picked up two glasses, and placed them on a table, lifted his cane up, and swung it, hitting the glasses, sending them flying right into the faces of the two remaining men, shattering on impact. He then put his can down again, supporting himself with it, and took Zyrias' arm.

"Bar fights like this grow so tiring and exhausting, one just wishes they could go to a party without having to maim, mortally wound, or kill. And you have a beautiful name, Zyrias."

It was a genuine compliment, Zyrias was an excruciatingly beautiful name. Just thinking of the name gave the Viceroy a warm feeling deep down, one that even the best bourbon couldn't match. He hadn't felt it in decades, like an unending joy... was it... love? Either way, the beautiful, and rather hot, Zyrias had stricken him with beauty. He'd been shot through the heart by Cupid. All he could hope was that Zyrias felt the same, which he assumed she did, judging by her actions and reactions. It'd be a relief to have something to go home to at the end of a work day, if not, he'd just secured himself an Assistant, both good turn outs. Besides, there's nothing against some fun in the office, if need be...

He guided them out of the bar, grabbing a large, fine leather coat from a stand, it had sand from the planet on it, and a pile of the stuff on the floor, he quickly shook it off, and placed it around his shoulders, pulling the hood up. He then pulled Zyrias closer to him, wrapping the cloak around them, squishing them together under it. Somewhat uncomfortably, or perhaps... to the contrary, quite comfortable. He quickly walked over, timing his steps with Zyrias', to an empty elevator, and pressed a button, the doors closing in front of them, trapping them together until they got to the bottom.

It took a moment, but he reached into his suit, and pulled out the block of chocolate, which took some manoeuvring, seeing as Zyrias was pressed against him, with no space between them. He then pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it as he gently kissed her neck, as something hard poked into her lower sections from behind her. Where Caesar would have been. They had yet to make it to the shuttle, that would fly them to the Command ship he'd arrived in.

A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened, releasing Zyrias and Caesar from the love trap. They'd both left with a few more marks on them than when they'd entered. The doors opened up to the howling winds of Geonosis, sand blowing into Caesar's face, but not Zyrias', as he'd managed to move his arm to cover her face. He was temporarily blinded, and started walking forward, pressing a button on a small comm piece, alerting the shuttle pilot. Not a moment later, the sound of a Lambda approaching could be heard, along with a faint, and subtle red, white, and blue light. Then, the lambda landed in front of them, facing away from the howling (Darude) sandstorm. The ramp opened up, and Caesar hurried the both of them in, hitting a button, the ramp closing, as the shuttle raised up. He quickly took a seat, throwing his coat into the seat next to him, as he forced Zyrias to straddle his lap.

He then hauled the safety bar down, squeezing them closer, enough for breathing room, but nothing more. And I mean literal breathing room, enough room for their chests to expand with an air intake, and then go down again. They were squashed together for a good half hour, as they made their way up to the Grievous-Class Command ship. One thought, and one thought alone crossed Caesar's love-filled mind, 'To Helheim with it, I'm not waiting until we get on the Command ship.' Was the last thing that crossed his mind before he placed a tender kiss on Zyrias' cheek, and another, working his way down to her neck.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Normally in this situation, Zyrias would have not caught the kind of feels that she had with Mr. Kenway. While the daddy complex was strong in the young woman, normal men of his age and wealth would eventually bore her with their blow-hard braggadocio. And by this time at the end of the night, her hand would slip inside a pocket to steal a few credit chits or conversely she’d lasso out some information that could be used later in a bigger heist. And then she would be on her way.

Mr. Kenway (yes, she still liked calling him that in her head) had a sensual touch and as he pulled her close, she arched her neck back, exposing the fair skin there. And yet for all of his tenderness, he showed quick and violent reflexes throwing a glass at an approaching ruffian.

Zyri pulled back so blood would not spatter her sand-colored chiffon dress.

Where had all of these violent men come from? She supposed Lirka’s crowd was really showing its true colors. Either way, the criminal stepped back and if Caesar had not taken care of all of them with such vigor and experience, she would have been tempted to throw a mini-thermal detonator into the midst of it all and run.

Once he’d gracefully taken her arm again, she said, “Truthfully I don’t know if my mother or father named me, but thank you for the compliment.” And then she kissed him on the cheek as a daughter would. When Mr. Kenway wrapped his coat around the both of them, the sand upon it making her unexpectedly nostalgic for her rough upbringing on Tatooine, she spoke again. “I’m glad to be getting off of Geonosis.” Her next words were cut short, however as the repulsorlift closed and in the cocoon of Casear’s coat, he kissed her and she cupped his face with her hand, his whole body displaying the same urgency she felt as well.

Incongruous to the impromptu makeout session in the repulsorlift, the pair emerged into a Darude, to which Zyrias yelled, not sure if Mr. Kenway could hear her: “Don’t worry, sweetie. I was born on Tatooine! I’m used to this!”

On the Lambda, the Chameleon took a welcome place on Caesar’s lap as he began to pilot the shuttle. And then as the tiny, cramped transport lifted off of the planet’s surface, Zyrias turned around to face the man, legs wrapped around his waist. And as he kissed her cheek, she felt her body sing as though an actual choir moved through it, her nerves taught and ready, her mind willing.

There was something about this man that stripped her of decorum (not that she had much to begin with in these situations) and patience and the young criminal let the shoulders of her dress slip down, exposing her tattooed collarbone.

[member="Caesar Kenway"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

He, in fact, could not hear Zyrias shout anything about being used to sandstorms. The wind was howling, and sand blowing into his eyes. He barely made it to the Lambda intact.

Once in the Lambda, with Zyrias wrapped around him, he put the ship on autopilot, as Zyrias slipped her dress down to her collar bone. He leaned forward, kissing it gently. He then reached into a storage space next to the console, grabbing a bottle of fine bourbon, and opening it with his teeth, he then grabbed two glasses, and poured them a quarter of the way full, then pressed one into Zyrias' hands.

"To good health, a long relationship, and children a'plenty." He raised his glass in a toast, then tilted his head back, and downed it all in one swig.

He put his glass down, his hand finding her waist, as he laid back, caressing her cheek in his other hand. He quickly took his hand away to press a couple buttons, a sheet folding across the glass of the cockpit, drowning out the natural light. Leaving only the light given by the shuttle itself, and the roaring sandstorm, which was quickly dampened by the press of another button, that soundproofed the cabin. Then the flick of a switch dimmed the lights, leaving them in complete darkness, to their own devices.

It wasn't long before they became very, very, close.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

"To good health, a long relationship, and children a'plenty."

With the man’s hypnotic lips upon skin, teeth grazing her collarbone just a moment before the bourbon toast, Zyrias thought she would enjoy raising an entire brood of Kenways! She mirrored the way he tossed down the glass, but coughed at the smokey burn of the strong liquor as it slid down her throat. However, now was probably the time to inform him that she was, in fact, a criminal. There was a quiet savagery in the man that made her think he may not mind, however when it came to children… would he really want a terrorist raising his politically groomed progeny?

“There’s something I should tell you,” Zyri whispered as the cockpit lights dimmed. “I’m wanted in about three or four different star systems.”

But she silenced him with a well-timed caress, and when the Lambda docked in the Viceroyal’s Command ship, the Canto Chameleon fell into a sweaty, satisfied heap, nestled in Caesar’s strong arms, lying against his chest, hoping that her new relationship with Mr. Kenway both in work and play would turn her life around for the better.

[member="Caesar Kenway"]