Down to the drink

[Reen Lorgon]

Reen sat in a booth at the bar, starring blankly at the bartender. "Keep the drinks coming." He orders, placing a hand full of credits on the bar and glancing to the man next to him. "You really want to be staring at me friend." He says, pointing a blaster at the man from beneath the bar. He looks away, as does Reen, downing the first drink to come his way. He was waiting for something, either company or contract, or maybe both.

 

[Armand Temi]

Livna had a night off from her Force training, and now that she had a little bit of income from odd jobs and infochanting, she wanted to have some fun. It wasn’t that long ago she was freed from her servitude to the Priestess of Ax’no, and although some would say her freedom was short lived, she promptly became an Acolyte for Sith Lord, Vengeance, which was another form of bondage altogether.

She did have a choice in the matter as she’d sought him out. The buxom, flaxen-haired maiden could remain someone’s servant – or worse a dancer in some night club – or she could take the Caprine by the horns as the saying went and make something of her life and her talents. Her Force sensitivity lay ignored for most of her young life, the Priestess knowing she could be a Jedi or Sith but refusing to cultivate it.

So while she was still in servitude to a certain Sith Lord, she felt more free than she’d felt in her twenty-two years.

But this time, no cantina brawls, Livna told herself. The last time she was in a tavern, she’d ended up with a broken nose and a bruised ego by the hand of a Dark Jedi Master. This time it would only be fun and games. Entering the dusty, nondescript bar, she ordered a glass of lum and surveyed the cantina which was your normal mix of humans, near-humans and alien species. Her horns would make her stand out, but she appeared no more freakish than the Iktotchi or Zabrak in the watering hole.

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[Reen Lorgon]

Reen looked around the cantina, trying to find something or someone worth his time. Humans boasting about random stuff, Ithorians looking odd, and a couple of wealthy looking types that were out of place. The only thing that actually caught his eye was a young women, somewhere in her twenties. But she was of a species he'd yet to come across in his travels, and that was enough to perk his interest. Getting up from his seat at the bar, he moved over to where she sat, taking a seat next to her.

"Can't say I've ever seen whatever species you are before. But then again, don't think I could stand to see such beauty twice." He said clearly, smirk on his face whilst he sipped from his scotch.

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[Armand Temi]

Sipping the lum which was sweet and nectary, she noticed a handsome, slate-blue Nautolan heading her way. He slid over next to the horned maiden, wondering what type of being she was and complimenting her beauty, which made Livna blush slightly. She had been lauded as an aphroditic figure on Iktotch, but the Padawan was sheltered for the most part. She’s always been under someone’s thumb – the Priestess and her Sith Lord Master, or now her own teacher – so it wasn’t as if she heard much flattery firsthand.

“I’m a Caprine, and our villages remain on the planet of Ikotch for the most part. There aren’t many of us off-world… under a million I’ve been told.”

She smiled widely and brushed her blonde hair back from her rosy cheek. “I’ve never met a Nautolan before.” And then Livna laughed melodically. “I don’t even know how to swim.” With a mischievous sparkle in her cerulean irises she said, “Maybe you can teach me how. Are you from Glee Anselm?”

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[Reen Lorgon]

"Well, I won't say no to teaching you to swim. And yes, I am from Glee Anselm." He replied, before taking another drink of scotch. "So tell me, what is a pretty girl like you doing in one of the worse places in the galaxy?" He asked, still smirking. He liked this girl, she seemed the kind not to hit him for flirting, and besides, he really did like those horns.

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[Armand Temi]

Of course, Livna wouldn't hit the Nautolan. He was a red-blood creature just like the Caprine. We are all just a bundle of nerves and energy and, at times, longing, she considered.

Desire stood on its own and the Dark Jedi wasn't one to judge. Attraction was a fickle thing and beauty was certainly in the eye of the beholder.

And the handsome Nautolan was a sight to behold.

"Is this the worst place in the galaxy?" the blonde maiden asked looking around coyly. She hadn't really noticed. This little drinking hole was just about on par from what the Caprine had experienced.

"I have a night off from my training," she said. "What about you? What's your name?

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[Reen Lorgon]

"We are talking about Tatooine, it's not exactly known for it's fine dining and spectacular places." He remark, taking another drink before continuing. "I also have a night off. The name's Reen Lorgon, smuggler captain at your service. I'm guessing your name is as beautiful as your face."

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[Armand Temi]

The Nautolan was flirtatious, but this appealed to Livna’s gregarious side. Extroverted and outgoing, she often enjoyed being the center of attention. As a whole the Caprine species were highly afraid of solitude and loneliness, and activities, especially as it related to family and work, were highly communal.

“My skin has dried out from the arid breezes of Tatooine,” said Livna. “But the binary sunset is breathtaking.” She sipped her drink, welcoming the ice-cold taste. Anything ice-cold on Tatooine was welcome. Likewise, her skin did not appear to be dry, but was soft, her cheeks flushed and rosy.

“My name is Livna. I am… was a servant on Iktotch.” While the smuggler’s daytime job sounded quite exciting, she wondered about his Force sensitivity. The horned maiden was an infochant, and she juggled that well with her training at the Sith Academy. Did Reen do the same?

“Are you training with anyone at the moment?” she asked.

She assumed that the Nautolan would understand her question, thinking that he was aware of his own Force abilities.

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[Reen Lorgon]

"Training what? Certainly not my dashing looks or charming words if that's what you mean." Reen responded. He was confused slightly by her question, and wondered if she'd picked up on something he hadn't.

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[Armand Temi]

"Your Force sensitivity," said Livna with more than a hint of surprise.

"Of course your charm and handsome looks are appreciated, but you have a potent Force signature, Reen."

The Caprine was like the Nautolan soldier once. She had talents which had gone ignored - a vital, powerful strength that no one had nurtured, even though she'd asked those who were in the know.

"Come with me," the honeyed blonde said suddenly. "To your ship or outside maybe? I want to show you something."

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[Reen Lorgon]

Reen was speechless from this discovery, he had no flirtatious comment, nor witty comeback. He got back to his senses, placing his drink on the bar. "Umm, sure, outside I guess." He responded with a stutter. He had been living with the idea that there was no way he could use the force, and now he was being told that that was a lie.

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[Armand Temi]

“Come on,” Livna said, rising off of her stool and grabbing Reen’s blue hand. Practically dragging him outside, the Tatooine dusk sky was a bright orange color from the two suns setting, casting the Caprine’s face in a tawny glow.

She let go of the Nautolan’s hand and stepped back a couple of paces, then stood with her arms straight at her side.

“Okay try to push me. But with your mind,” Livna instructed. “First concentrate, let your mind go as though you were meditating… or better yet, since you’re a pilot, think of how when you go to maneuver your fighter, most of that is muscle memory. That’s a little like the Force. It’s hard at first to use it, but with practice, it becomes second nature.”

“Just a gentle nudge now. We don’t need to start a fight outside of the cantina,” she joked.

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[Reen Lorgon]

Reen is dragged outside by Livna, and is situated a few paces away from her. She gives him instructions on what to do. "I'm gonna feel real stupid doing this." He commented, before closing his eyes and trying to focus his mind on pushing her with the force. He outstretched his hand, and sent a gentle force push into her.

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[Armand Temi]

Livna could feel the Nautolan pushing into her torso with Telekinesis. Her feet began to shift backwards in the sand, and she gently pushed back so she wouldn't fall over, not a hard thrust, but enough that he could feel her own Force resistance pressing against his. Her aura was darker however. The pressure she put on Reen was not a welcoming, enveloping nor gentle sensation.

The Caprine was a darksider and while her nature was, at times, friendly and casual, there would be no mistaking that anger and rage fueled her power. As well as passion.

"See, isn't this a more fun way of flirting?" she said with a mischievous smile. "How do you feel when my Telekinesis is pushing into yours? Do you feel trapped? Or do you feel free?"

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[Reen Lorgon]

Reen feels the push of the force against him, an odd sensation, like being hit by an invisible rock. But there was something else, something darker gnawing at him. "It is unpleasant to be sure, like being stuck behind a bolder that is slowly pushing down on me." He responded, shifting his footing so he was more stationary. "But there's something else, anger or rage, fear maybe, are these the things you embrace?"

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