Cuz one night couldn't be so wrong (TU and Allies)

[Zola]

Jemmila ran her fingers up and down Token's arm, hoping she wouldn't take too long with filling her public appearance quota. The deathsticks were starting to kick in quite nicely, giving her not only a pleasant buzz, but also a boost to her telepathic prowess. As she swayed her head to the music, twirling around in a what could only be described as that goth chick dance, she began to pick up some snatches of thoughts and emotions from the partygoers around her. Most of them had to with sabaac or pazaak or whatever the feth they were all playing. Bo-ring.

As she felt around the room, searching for some hidden secrets or juicy gossip, she felt herself pulled towards something awful. Someone was indulging in a tremendous bloodthirsty rage, as if this person wanted to murder everyone in the place. Like a black hole, the bad juju began to pull at Jem's psyche, threatening to harsh her mellow big time. Oh no karking way. She was not going to have a bad trip on a deathstick. She'd done way harder drugs than these. Plus, she was just about to get laid. Suddenly, as quickly as it came, the feeling was gone. Whoever this party monster was, he or she had moved on to more productive emotions, she hoped.

Jem raised her gaze and blinked. Two floating glasses hovered slowly towards she and Token. Jemmila snatched one of the glasses out of the air and craned her neck, searching for the gift giver. There he was at the bar, with his icy blue eyes, dark hair, and a fiendishly handsome smirk. Jemmila locked her big brown eyes on his.

Hello, party monster...

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

See? Jemmila needed to not do that. Because Token was already upset she couldn’t take her lady friend and go pin her to a wall somewhere until they were both writhing. But she had to be proper. For a little bit. She licked her lip and bit into her lower lip as she looked back at her. The dark haired girl really was pretty, and well…. Yeah, pretty. And fun! And well, Token just wanted her.

Bad.

But gambling and pretending to care. That was until the glasses started floating. For a second, Token forgot where she was, y’know, in some planes of existence, people lived with their souls outside their bodies and they were animals, and in some, well, kids were used to help eliminate bug races.

And in so many more, she was someone who was looking for a Tower, a Rose and a Key.

But here? She was a Witch. A Force user who avoided the Sith and used to be a Templar but not was finding her stride. She grabbed one of the glasses and looked around until she could tell Jem found the… pretty boy. Token liked pretty things. “Do you know him?” She whispered to Jem, really hoping the other girl wasn’t that jealous. She still wasn’t sure just how jealous Jem got.

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"I was," Mikhail replied to [member="Lucien Cordel"], not recognizing his former student. "And then I got better."

In his timeline, Lucien Cordel had died years ago. He'd never watched him grow into some sort of debonaire maestro of death. All Mikhail saw now was an aristocrat trying to chat him up. He'd be damned if he let a fop stand between him and those lustful gazes over there.

"See you around, Wino."

Still smirking, Shorn peeled off the bar and strolled over to the women with a distinctive stride. Two-parts casual, one part swagger. Mix well. He stopped when he was close enough to pop their personal bubbles.

"Hello, ladies."

Mikhail blinked lazily, looking them up and down in a way that made a fox in a hen house look unobtrusive by comparison. One was blonde and pale, very girl next door-ish. Classic vanilla. And her friend? Complete opposite. Darkly exotic, probably poisonous. Homewrecker, heartbreaker.

A raven brow rose suggestively.

He hadn't missed their exchanged touches earlier. He just didn't care. All around them a sea of VIP bodies floated across the floor, dancing or chatting or drinking or some mixture of the lot. Shorn felt their smiles and polite laughter. It burned. They were about as genuine as a Zeltrosian hooker's size Ds. His smirk never wavered, but the hole where his heart used to be felt a cold wind blow. The thing had been too painful, so he'd ripped it out.

Hell, if he didn't find some sort of release, he might just bring the building down. Maybe then those fake faces would show some real frowns.

"You know what they say... Three's a party."

[member="Token Waters"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Jeong Hye]

"It is a great honour that we have been invited here."

"Yes Father."

"You will be perfect. We will make valuable networking connections tonight."

"Of course Father."

As usual, there was no resignation in Jeongs voice, only the proper amount of earnest respect. Everything about her was very.. proper. Attractive, but in the carefully calculated way that took time and money to achieve. After all, she was only useful to her father as a potential bargaining piece. Any bargaining piece had to be shown to it's best effect if you wanted to get the most for it.

Jeongs eyes were lowered demurely as she followed her father, a step behind him, out into the common area of the ship. The correct gentle smile on her lips.

Such activities had long ago come to her with little to no effort on her part. Jeong submitted and did as she was told. Zero Overdrive meanwhile, was busily trying to crack the ships computers, data whizzing through her cybernetic eyes, invisible to the rest of the galaxy. She could have been in already of course, but she was being careful to leave no footprints and not to be caught. Besides, there was no hurry. She was not after anything in particular, she was merely terribly, mind-numbingly bored already.

The passenger manifest to start. Then see what there was to be found on each individual. Perhaps there was someone of real interest here. Or perhaps someone had been looking at things of interest. You never knew what trails you would find until you started hunting.

Zero could afford to be thorough, she knew from experience that it was likely Jeongs night would be nothing but standing about, silently and demurely looking pretty. She had time to work.

 

[Zola]

"Never seen him before," Jemmila whispered to the blonde spellweaver. Admittedly, having just spent six months in a grass hut, training with a Primeval warlord, she hadn't seen much of anyone lately. With her pale arm still draped around the blonde, she turned to watch the man strut their way. Cocky, confident, dark brows arched perfectly over simmering blue eyes, cheekbones for miles. His aura brimming with sex and death. He was a Bad Boy, with two captial "B's." Bad boys were a major weakness for Jem.

She blinked her brown eyes and all of a sudden, the handsome stranger was standing before them, Three's a party indeed.

Her eyes cut sideways to Token with a look that said, "wanna share?" Jemmila didn't get jealous very easily. The flower doesn't compete with other flowers, it just blooms. The river doesn't compete with other rivers, it just flows. Ok, she might have been really high right now, but you get the point.

"The best kind of party," she agreed, biting her lip at Token. She turned to the newcomer. "Hey eyebrows, you like spice?"

He smelled really good.

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token knew that there were a few things that really made her excited. Getting some strange? Yes, that always would do it. She liked variety, what could she say? And well, mingling with tall, dark and snarky? That was being shown as mingling. Yes, she saw Alana AND Ryan both looking over at her, but everyone was a bit occupied, even them. With each other. Scandal of the NPCs. But still, they were doing their own thing.

She was fine, besides, the night was going great! If she needed to make a decision, very, very unlikely, they could contact her. Token would recognize Shorn if she’d seen him somewhere. But she hadn’t. She wished she had, but no time like the present, right? Anyone that was pretty was a weakness for Token. And Jem and the tall and dark man? Both pretty.

The blonde leaned against her girl that was a friend that sometimes took her clothes off around her, and looked up at Shorn, smiling. “They’re fun parties.” She nodded. Yep!

Fun.

She licked at her lip again, spice and this company? Good thing she ran the ship. Best stateroom on board.

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

“Thank you,” Tmoxin said as he put her on the end seat and himself next to the couple. Well at least she was closer to the serving droids who whizzed by with drinks. Taking a glass of champagne off of a tray which hovered past her, she sipped it and watched the Commander signal to the dealer to begin the game.

“Don’t worry I’m not really that good,” joked the Hapan CEO. Of course, Tmoxin knew her way around a Sabacc table but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play a little coy about it. He also didn’t need to know that she had once owned a fixed betting Sabacc ring at the Golden Nautolan during her days as a Raven. At times, she missed the days when being a criminal meant not having to worry about scandal affecting the Morpho stock prices. Because if her pharmaceuticals company went public as [member="Lucien Cordel"] had promised her it would, then there would be no more of these side bets.

Speaking of bets, Tmoxin said, “Draco, this is called the betting phase.” She made a bold opening entry bet and turned to the rest of the table.

“How rich is your blood tonight, friends?” she asked.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Orick T'ane"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Hmm," Shorn raised the glass of amber liquid to his lips, eyeing the girls over the rim with a treacherous glint. The way sunlight would hit a glacier. All smooth and unbroke, until someone stepped out onto the perfidious surface and fell through jaws of ambivalent ice.

"Depends."

He lowered his glass and swirled the remnants. His eyes looked off into the distance as he feigned thought. "Is it the main course?"

A flick of the fingers and the glass went flying over his shoulder. It shattered somewhere behind him, followed by a high pitched scream.

His gaze snapped back to the women, "Or just the appetizer?"

Cue shameless smirk.

[member="Token Waters"] | [member="Zola"]