Private Dancing in the Dark

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania Amani Serys Ran Serys Efret Farr

Jonyna had always been the party animal. Whenever she could, she was out on the town going on self indulgent adventures. Becoming a jedi master, becoming a councilwoman, it hadn't slowed her down.

But what it had done was give her a new crowd to bring with her.

After the induction of Cora and Ran, Jonyna had pitched an idea to Valery that she had been wanting to act on for a while.

A Council Girl's Night.

Where would they end up? Who knows. Jonyna certainly didn't, never one to plan that far ahead. She had a few vague ideas, but beyond that she wanted to just spend time with her fellow female council members. Her friends.

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"Come on, we got the whole town to burn down!" Jonyna beamed as she ran down the temple steps, her fellow women behind her. "Where you girls wanna go? I got a few spots we can hit depending on how we feel." She seemed to move with a bounce in her step, a jive in her soul she hadn't had in a long while.

Friends. That was something she hadn't had the chance to ever really have. People she could just enjoy life with. It was a sad reality, but it wasn't one she seemed to dwell on much.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"To…burn down?"

To a noblewomen, a night out conjured images of lavish galas with gowns to match. Cora had been to a few social clubs before - the sort where aristocrats bumped very expensive cashmere adorned elbows over flutes of champagne more expensive than most mortgages.

Nightlife was not her strength, and Cora had only one outfit deemed appropriate enough for a girl's night. Makko had helped her choose the knee length black dress, and though there wasn't much to see in that department, she'd still pinned the lower half of the plunging neckline closed.

She followed Jonyna out of the temple, smoothing her skirt as she went. The clicking of kitten heels against the stone steps sounded odd to her, almost like a sacrilegious contrast.

"I leave our destination up to you, Party-Master Si."

Jonyna Si Valery Noble Ran Serys Efret Farr Amani Serys

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery descended the temple steps with her usual grace, her fiery eyes glowing softly in the evening light. She wore a sleeveless, high-necked crimson dress that hugged her figure without being overly revealing, the subtle sheen of the fabric catching the faint glow of the city lights. A gold belt cinched her waist, adding a regal touch to her appearance, while her hair, half-up in an elegant bun and the rest cascading down her back in soft waves, framed her face beautifully.

She couldn't help but laugh softly at Jonyna's enthusiastic declaration. "Burn down the town, huh?" she teased, raising an amused brow at the energetic woman leading the way. "Just as long as it's metaphorical. I don't think Kahlil would appreciate bailing me out of jail tonight." Her tone carried a playful warmth, and the teasing glint in her eyes showed that she was more than ready to enjoy herself.

Valery turned her gaze toward Cora, who looked lovely in her elegant black dress. A small, approving smile tugged at her lips. "You look stunning, Cora," she said sincerely, her fiery gaze flicking between the two women.

Folding her arms lightly across her chest, Valery glanced back at Jonyna with a grin. "Alright, Party-Master Si, where are you taking us first? I'd also like to see what you've got in mind." The faint edge of excitement in her tone hinted at her readiness to let loose, but in true Valery fashion, she'd still keep things just a little grounded. After all, she wasn't interested in drawing too much attention.

Only one man got that from her.

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[Efret Farr]

Contacts.

Contacts that caption speech.

Contacts that a convor could wear.

Efret made a mental note to ask Nirrah's veterinarian about the possibility they next time they saw him. If it was possible, it would make situation like these a lot easier for the archeologist. She had activated the speech-to-text application loaded onto her slim wrist gauntlet, having expected the night to get hectic in terms of conversation. Whenever she and Nirrah glanced down at her forearm to read what had been said, they had to look away from where they she was walking.

As she was reading, her foot missed a stair and she stumbled, quickly moving her hands to stabilize herself. No harm done, but she had taken a larger stride than intended. After bringing her feet back together comfortably, Efret made a suggestion. "Bowling?" Like Cora and Val, Efret had dressed up for this outing. She wore an orange flared skirt and a floral choli along with a pair of statement earrings, and looked prepared for anything but the activity she had just suggested. Efret, however, wasn't a woman who limited herself to expectations. If she wanted a play an indoor sport and eat bowling alley fare while looking her best then she would.

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[Amani Serys]

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Not all of the girls here tonight were what might be considered hard-partiers. Amani was one of those girls. She knew how to cut back and have a good time, but outings like this were few and far between. She was struck by flashbacks to her in-between years, after having left the silvers but before joining the NJO. Lots of outside experiences were new to her at the time, including a few embarrassing instances of partying in the way a sheltered young monk would have thought was cool. Amani groaned at the vision, inaudible to the others.

All the same, it was rare for the all Councilors to convene in such a manner beyond the scope of their shared workload. This would be a nice opportunity to socialize in a more casual atmosphere.

Unlike some of the others, Amani was actively invested in NOT drawing attention to herself. Being on the Jedi Council brought some publicity of its own, yes, but they all were subject to that now. But Amani was also Alderaanian royalty, and the First Lady of the Galactic Alliance itself. She had to be cautious about her public image, both for the sake of reputation and safety. So while the others gussied up in cute dresses, Amani was adorned in frumpy sweatpants, plain sneakers, a raised hoodie with a graphic of a Trodatome on it, and sunglasses resting on the long bridge of her nose. She was incognito. Of course, standing around these gal pals probably only made her stand out all the more because of it.

"Yes, let's not end tonight giving the Senate any more excuses to judge us," She said sarcastically, lowering her sunglasses momentarily for an undarkened view of their surroundings. The Chief Healer noticed Efret nearly take a spill down the steps, her brows raising in concern, "You good?" She asked with an awkward chuckle.

Whatever they did tonight, Amani left in the hands of those more experienced. Surely, it would be fun no matter what, right? Probably.

 

[Ran Serys]

“Wait for me!” Ran called out from the back of the pack. She hurried down the steps to catch her fellow councilors, which was no easy feat. With her highest and most chic heels on, Ran went from being a tall woman to a staggeringly tall woman. One with a long way down should she fall. She made a concerted effort not to let that happen. Once she reached the final step she relaxed, which was something she couldn’t do. Her heels and balance had betrayed her. To save herself Ran made the bold choice of stabilizing by grabbing Master Farr’s arm. Bold considering the Chief Curator had just gotten done stumbling herself. “Ask me if I’m good too, Cousin.” Ran said as she righted herself. “Thank you, Master Farr- Efret.” She said, correcting herself and letting go of the Lorrdian’s arm.

Ran adjusted her dress as she walked. It was tiny and black but seemed somehow, in her opinion, more conservative than her custom Jedi robes. There was a lesser but more inventive amount of exposed midriff, and a pair of sleeves that weren’t actually attached to the dress. The sleeves were Ran’s favorite bit of the outfit. She also wore a pair of sheer tights, simple earrings, and an assortment of rings. The entire outfit had been a gift from a friend and fashion designer she saved the life of. Upon her friend’s advice she pushed her hair back and slicked it down to complete the look. She felt as if maybe she was a little too done up, but she decided it wasn’t everyday that she painted the town red with her contemporaries and that was a great reason to dress up.

“Senate, Husbands, Bowling?” Ran questioned. “Well actually, I’ll give you bowling. That is good fun.” She admitted. “I’m simply saying it is not an everyday occurrence where we are all together relaxing and enjoying ourselves. Let’s loosen up!” Ran shimmied to emphasize her point. “Let’s start with drinks! Let’s dance! And we should absolutely go to Bowling later!” Ran said excitedly pointing at Efret.

“What say you, Party-Master?” Ran looked to Jonyna with an expectant grin on her face.

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[Jonyna Si]

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Party-Master Si?

Now that was a title she could get behind. It wasn't the exceedingly formal titles she had received as part of the jedi, nor the grand bestowments she had gotten in the past.

It was funny, and she liked funny.

"My vote is getting drinks and some food. It's gonna be a long night, and I plan to keep the fun going until our feet are sore if I can." Jonyna teased, looking back to her companions. "TAXI!" She called out as they reached the edge of the platform holding the temple in place.

Her own dress was hidden under the tauntaun onesie that Valery Noble had bribed her into wearing, though it was clear she was wearing something flashy under it, given the cathar had done her hair up in a weighty cloud of auburn curls, and was wearing a good amount of make up. "I know a club down on level 3 we can go to! It's get a dance floor for those who want to party, and a bar and grill upstairs for those who want to relax."

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Oh," Cora blushed at Valery's complement. She smiled. "Thank you. I wasn't certain what to wear, so Makko helped me to pick this out."

She took a moment to look Valery over - up and down - with a nod of approval. Not that the grandmaster needed it, of course. "You look very elegant. Red and gold suit you well."

Everyone here looked nice, she thought. Even Amani somehow pulled off that odd slug-sweater.

Cora had never had a girl's night, unless Ukatian tea parties counted. The company here seemed far less snippy than that, and she had attended out of curiosity rather than social obligation. The councilwomen seemed more interested in drinking and dancing than jabbing each other with thinly veiled barbs while demurely sipping tea, which was nice.

Also, Cora liked being around them. Being one of the newest and least experienced additions to the council, she looked up to these women.

"Dinner and drinks sound like a fine idea," she agreed readily. Her face pinched slightly as Jonyna loudly hailed a taxi.

"Surely the Senate cannot find fault with a group of women having dinner together?" Cora's voice trailed with the implication that she did not quite believe her own statement.

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery smiled warmly at Cora's compliment, inclining her head slightly. "Thank you, Cora. Makko has good taste — he picked well for you." She glanced over the younger woman's dress again, her fiery eyes twinkling.

Her gaze flicked to Amani, and her smirk widened mischievously as she took in the healer's decidedly laid-back ensemble. "That's... interesting," Valery teased, her tone light but full of humor. "Let me guess — Alicio picked that one out for you? He's got a soft spot for unique prints, doesn't he?" She shot Amani a playful wink, clearly enjoying herself.

When Ran wobbled slightly on her heels, Valery's brow quirked as she stepped closer with a teasing grin. "Ran, you look absolutely stunning. I mean, wow." Her voice took on a dramatic, playful lilt. "Looking to meet someone special tonight, hm?" She raised a knowing brow, her smirk tugging higher.

As Jonyna called for a taxi, Valery couldn't help but laugh softly at the energy radiating from the Cathar. "Alright, Party-Master Si, lead the way. Drinks, food, dancing, and bowling if we're still able to stand later sounds perfect," she said, folding her arms lightly as the group gathered near the platform edge.

She turned to the group with a wide grin. "This is going to be fun." Her fiery eyes glimmered with excitement as she looked to Jonyna. "To the club, then!"

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[Efret Farr]

Efret had just raised her thumb to her chest to begin to tell Amani she was fine, thank you when Ran stumbled into her. Instead, her free hand went to offer the Chief Archivist some more stability. "Oops. It's contagious," she teased with a wide smile. Her eyes swept from Ran to the rest of the group. "No one fall into traffic, please."

She'd offer her arm or hand Ran to be held as long as she needed to feel more stable.

"That's... interesting. Let me guess — Alicio picked that one out for you? He's got a soft spot for unique prints, doesn't he?"

Efret was already giggling at her gauntlet. "I think it looks good," she said before covering Nirrah's eyes for a moment, rendering them both fully blind.

The group would be going clubbing first it seemed. That was just fine with Efret, even if there wasn't time or energy left for her idea, but she couldn't pass up on an opportunity to mess around. Though this night was sure to be full of them, Efret was determined to not let any of them pass her by. Reserved and motherly was the energy that Efret normally projected not just professionally but personally; hopefully, any temporary departure from her norm wouldn't make her friends uncomfortable.

A pout screwed up her face. "Democracy's stupid." It held for a full beat before releasing into a playful smile. Her gaze slid specifically to Amani. "I'm joking. Don't tell your husband I signed that." She then looked to Jonyna. "Level three? I've never been that low."

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[Amani Serys]

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Efret was fine, although Ran stumbled as well and nearly took both herself and Efret down again. Nobody had even drank anything yet and these Jedi masters were already tumbling over themselves. Amani just smirked and shook her head in amusement.

"Let me guess — Alicio picked that one out for you? He's got a soft spot for unique prints, doesn't he?"

Amani glanced down at the front of the hoodie, as if she had forgotten what she was wearing, "Nope. August pointed me to it." The others complimented outfits and deliberated on the night's itinerary. Quickly, it was decided that they would make their way to a club of Jonyna's choosing first. The club in question was supposedly in a location that made Amani do a double take, "Are you sure that's where it is?" She asked for clarification, "Level three is, uh, uninhabitable."

The taxi arrived a moment later. The driver looked at the odd assortment of women, some of whom seemed dressed for entirely different occasions, then at the backseats of his taxi. It was going to be a bit of tight squeeze with all six of them. Amani climbed in first.

 

[Ran Serys]

"Ran, you look absolutely stunning. I mean, wow." Her voice took on a dramatic, playful lilt. "Looking to meet someone special tonight, hm?" She raised a knowing brow, her smirk tugging higher.

Ran whipped her hair over her shoulder with an exaggerated gesture and blushed. "I've tried. I've tried." Ran replied referencing her outfit. "Meet someone special?" Ran echoed taken aback by the question. "That wasn't my intention, buuut should it happen..." Her voice trailed off as the blush of her cheeks became more severe. "That said, no. I just wanted- It's just that I don't often allow myself to play dress up, so thank you for the opportunity, girls." Ran explained humbly as the taxi was upon them.

Ran shuffled into the Coruscanti taxi. Luck of the draw left her in a middle seat with her knees to her chest. She didn't mind though, she'd been in more uncomfortable situations as she was sure they all had.

"Surely level three is not our destination." Ran mumbled to herself knowingly as the others questioned Party Master Si. Even if level three was their destination, Ran assumed they would be okay. Six Knights and Masters of the Order together, would struggle to meet a situation they couldn't face, even in the dark and ancient bowels of the galactic core world.

"Level three or not, I'm starving. Let's get this show on the road, please!" Ran said with a playful attitude, waiting for the other women to get in the speeder.

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[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Amani Serys Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania Ran Serys Efret Farr

"Where you girls headed?" The cab driver asked in a thick, Coruscanti accent. "Big jedi party?"

"Are you sure that's where it is?" She asked for clarification, "Level three is, uh, uninhabitable."

Jonyna blinked, the gears in her brain turning slowly. "What? No, it's...Level 3! Three levels down from here!" She looked confused, looking to the cabbie. "Take us to Club Retro!"

"Oh! You mean the Uscru District! Lady, get your directions straight. I don't go down that far! No sane person does willingly! Alrighty, strap in ladies!"

The cab roared to life, and they were off, Jonyna looking slightly embarrassed by the mix up. She had plotted the course, and nearly took them into the underworld.

If only she had read the map right side up.

The Entertainment district was vibrant as always. Neon signs lined the streets, advertising this and that, from clubs to male enhancement products. Everyone had something to sell, and yet Jonyna seemed to ignore them all as they exited the cab. Instead, she honed in on one sign in particular. A small neon sign that seemed to display the name Club Retro in aurebesh, and a flashing picture of what could be assumed to be Han Solo, or at least an artist recollection of him.

"Come on! The groove is waiting for us!" Jonyna called to the others. From outside, the girls could hear the sound of some sort of beat, though from a peer into the front window, the club seemed to be much less populated than others around it.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The entertainment district reminded Cora of Denon - only cleaner. It was all neon lights and window displays. The scent of heavily spiced street food wafted through the air.

Everything tried to demand their attention. There were a lot of places to look, and Cora found herself staring at one glowing advertisement of an…enlarging eggplant? Her brow furrowed, trying to figure out what sort of vegetable changed size when it struck her.

"Oh!" She gasped, staggering away from the window and back into the gaggle of women. "They can just…put that out in the open? Without shame?"

Thankfully, Jonyna lead them to another neon-encrusted building. Club Retro, the sign said.

"You said this place has food?"

She could feel the bass reverberating even as they stood outside.

Jonyna Si | Valery Noble | Efret Farr | Amani Serys | Ran Serys

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery leaned back in her seat as the cab zoomed through the vibrant streets of the Uscru Entertainment District. The neon lights flashed in colorful patterns, illuminating their faces as the anticipation of a fun night built in the air.

When Cora's shocked exclamation cut through the chatter, Valery followed her gaze to the advertisement in question. A glowing, pulsating hologram of a very suggestive eggplant spun lazily in a window, accompanied by bold, flashing letters in Aurebesh.

Valery smirked, tilting her head slightly as if contemplating the sign. "I guess so," she said, her tone playfully nonchalant. Her fiery eyes sparkled with amusement as she added, "Imagine needing that." She gave Cora a sly smirk before settling back into her seat, clearly enjoying the teasing.

The rest of the ride passed with lighthearted banter and laughter. Valery shifted slightly to get comfortable, her dress catching the flickering colors of the city as they reflected through the cab windows. When they finally pulled up to Club Retro, the women climbed out of the cab, one by one, stepping into the lively atmosphere of the entertainment district.

The club's entrance stood out like a beacon, with the neon sign of Han Solo promising a nostalgic, funky vibe. As the group approached, the heavy beat of music spilled out onto the street, mixing with the faint hum of conversation from inside.

Valery strode confidently into the club with the others, her fiery presence leading the charge. The moment they stepped inside, the hum of chatter faltered as heads turned in their direction. A mixture of admiration and curiosity filled the air, the group of Jedi women catching the attention of nearly everyone in the room. Valery noticed the glances and chuckled softly, clearly unfazed.

Turning her fiery gaze to Ran, Valery waggled her brows playfully. "Looks like someone's about to have her pick of the room," she teased, her voice low enough for only Ran to hear. Her smirk widened, and she gave her fellow Jedi a light nudge with her elbow before shifting her attention back to the group.

"Alright, ladies," Valery said, raising her voice to be heard over the music. "Shall we find a table and make this place our own? Or do you want to head straight for the dance floor?"

Jonyna Si Amani Serys Corazona von Ascania Efret Farr Ran Serys
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[Efret Farr]

As soon as she stepped into a few meters' radius of Club Retro, Efret began the feel the music's beat through the vibrations of the sidewalk. The disruption they caused were probably barely noticeable to anyone else, but she had a heightened awareness of them. When the group had actually moved inside the establishment, the bass' vibrations were stronger, just as the volume was certainly louder.

Efret peered onto the dance floor past the heads of club patrons. Colored lights were strobing along to the beat, another cue she could use to dance.

A smile came to her face. All in good time. Ever the practicalist, she said, "I'll snatch us a table. And order us a round of water. Everyone's hydrating before they drink anything else."

Before anyone could argue with her, she stepped away and ducked up the nearest set of stairs. Fortunately, she had an uneventful ascent.

When she got upstairs to the bar and grill, a waiter greeted her. "How many?"

"Six, please."

"Right this way."

After leading her through the restaurant, he indicated a booth and she slid into it. "Thank you," she said as he set down a stack of menus. "Water for everyone when you have the chance."

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[Amani Serys]

Mention of the Uscru District made their actual destination more clear. Three levels down. Not the actual third level, which was so deep and dark and forbidden that it was technically inaccessible.

In little time at all, the skyline transitioned from shiny silver towers to city blocks of blinding neon. They weren't quite low enough to be in the notorious, crime-ridden levels of Coruscant, but a change of only a few levels was already enough to mark a clear transition. When they reached their stop, the women all climbed out of the cramped speeder and out into the lights. Amani stretched her legs, then settled her gaze on Club Retro itself.

Valery led the charge inside, and their dramatic entrance drew the attention of just about everyone inside. Amani groaned, and made sure to stick to the back of the group. She wasn't sure if it was better or worse for this to be a less crowded club. Less people to recognize her, sure, but it also made it a lot harder to blend in. Not that the other ladies were particularly concerned with the matter.

Efret got them a table, and pragmatically, a round of waters. Probably for the best. Amani slid into the booth, readjusting her sunglasses. They were actually proving beneficial, as they dampened the intensity of the bright strobing club lights. "I know it's not technically what we're here for, but I'm hungry," She said, now taking a look at the menu. "So uh, how'd you come across this place, Jonyna?" She asked, taking another look at the club atmosphere now that she was sat down.

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[Ran Serys]

"Oh! You mean the Uscru District! Lady, get your directions straight. I don't go down that far! No sane person does willingly! Alrighty, strap in ladies!"

“Challenge Accepted.” Ran mumbled under breath as the taxi departed. She decided she'd take a trip down to the bowels of Coruscant one day soon.

"Oh!" She gasped, staggering away from the window and back into the gaggle of women. "They can just…put that out in the open? Without shame?"

“Shame?” Ran questioned as she stared at the advertisement and the gears began to turn. When she got it, she blushed. Her face was colored by a knowing smile. She found the advertisement amusing, not shameful. She smiled at Cora, appreciating their differences before arriving at Club Retro.

Turning her fiery gaze to Ran, Valery waggled her brows playfully. "Looks like someone's about to have her pick of the room," she teased, her voice low enough for only Ran to hear. Her smirk widened, and she gave her fellow Jedi a light nudge with her elbow before shifting her attention back to the group.

Even if it was a joke, Valery was right. Ran scanned the crowd and found several sets of eyes seeking an invitation for conversation. She didn’t give one, not yet anyway. “For now, I pick you girls. It’s ladies night and the night is young.” Ran responded walking to the table Efret had secured for them. "Food first. then dancing." Ran replied to Valery's question, even though she could'nt resist moving to the thumping club music.

Menu in her hand, Ran lost herself in it. There was a mix of high end dishes and comfort food. “What is everyone having?” She asked, hoping to make her decision easier.

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[Jonyna Si]

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Upon entering, the group was met with the sound of funk not heard in 900 years. The lobby seemed to be relatively normally furnished, even if it looked like a cantina from somewhere out in Hutt Space. All the aesthetic was themed, and folks seemed to have gotten into the mood as well, some dressed in retro Rebellion Era flair, some rocking what could only be described as historical cosplay. It was an affront to the eyes in some places, but folks in the lobby seemed to not give a damn what the world thought. It was clear many of the patrons were regulars, and one even waved to Jonyna with a smile.

"You said this place has food?"

"Shall we find a table and make this place our own? Or do you want to head straight for the dance floor?"

"I'll snatch us a table. And order us a round of water. Everyone's hydrating before they drink anything else."

Efret Farr was briefly stopped by a Gamorrian Bouncer when she headed upstairs, but he didn't give her too much grief, almost immediately recognizing the Councilwoman. It was harder for any of them to not be pinned down these days.

The restaurant up the left wing bar was much more casual, Jonyna following behind as she looked to the three, taking a moment to pulled off the tauntaun onesie and leave it in her spot on the booth, revealing a denim look only Jonyna would be daring enough to rock in this day and age, casually pulling a pair of overly large sunglasses and putting them on.

She'd been here before, that was certain.

The restaurant seemed to, despite it's quiet, more relaxed nature, overlook the dance floor. The mirror ball shined down on the patrons who seemed lost in the rhythm of the night, dressed just as outlandish as those in the lobby. On the stage, a Twi'lek woman sang her heart out, dressed as the once Princess, later Jedi Master who Amani Serys was now, in a roundabout and complicated way, related to. Hairbuns and all, even if they were Leku simply curled into buns.

"I know it's not technically what we're here for, but I'm hungry," She said, now taking a look at the menu. "So uh, how'd you come across this place, Jonyna?"

"Oh, kinda by accident. I'm a jungle cat by nature, so when I was settling into Coruscant, I couldn't help but do some urban exploring. I've always been a bit of a party girl, and this felt like my vibe, so I poked in one night and...became a regular. Now I'm a beneficiary of the place. Club Retro, brought to you by Si Tech." Jonyna giggled, as she looked over to Ran, as the waitress, herself dressed in period attire, came back with their waters.

“What is everyone having?”

"I think I'll have my regular. Medium Rare Steak, Some Cheesy Potatoes, a basket of fries, and a Groovy Smoothy." Jonyna smirked. "It's an alcoholic shake with all the fruity taste, mixed with vanilla ice cream and gin. Also, their fries are to die for, I swear. The cook back there puts fresh garlic and parmesan in them, and it's" She took a moment to make a chef kiss, before licking her lips. "I hope all of you are ready to boogie, because that dance floor gets pretty wild in about an hour."

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

As they climbed into the booth, Cora watched as Jonyna shed her outer tauntaun layer for something just as daring, yet more suited to the club's vibe. "That's...a lot of denim," she said before quickly adding, "but you pull it off very well!"

Her head nodded back and forth rapidly, trying to inject veracity to her comment. Cora did like Jonyna's outfit, but she'd been caught off guard by the dancers in various historical costuming when they'd entered the building. Upon seeing the cathar's outfit, she managed to put things together.

The blonde gave the waitress a grateful nod as she was passed a glass of water and a menu. As she scanned over their meal options, Cora blinked in surprise. "Wait," she said, peering over the edge of her menu at Jonyna. "You...own part of this place?"

Her eyes slide off to the side, over the railing and to the dance floor below, then back to the Jedi Master.

"That's...very impressive, wow! Oh, ah...grilled chicken salad, please. And a glass of the…"

Flipping to the drink menu, Cora scanned for something that would pair well.

"A glass of the house white."

Jonyna Si | Valery Noble | Efret Farr | Ran Serys | Amani Serys