FASHION WEEK ON SPIRA

[Claire Organa]

Claire could only feel the softness of the kiss sweet like the wine she loved, tender and unafraid. When she opened her eyes and looked up into his she could see that as brief as it had been it had ended too soon for both of them.

"you mean the day you were scaring me to pieces in your office?" his hand slipped into hers as he moved them through the crowds towards the bar her friends looked at her she waved and blew them kisses as she went off with him.

"Fashion week is all week, I have a few shows to attend" What was she doing? "I can tell you all about my show, you might have enjoyed all that chaos. This dress is similar to the others I designed but I used a lot of sheer materials"

As they approached the bar others naturally made a path for them to get closer. Claire held up her glass to show the bartender what she was drinking. Then she looked at Viktor.

What was she going to say to him, "Viktor" she smiled, "I'm glad I bumped into you too I like this setting here, we are away from everything. You can relax, a bit like you did last week."

He had said he wanted it to be more than one night she had said she had a few more here, did that mean he would stay a day or two, or that they would see one another next week.

She didn't know, and at the moment she felt good, comfortable, everything that had been lurking in her thoughts was gone. She just looked at the guy standing next to her.

"So are you learning what makes me tick?"

[member="Viktor Alexander"]

 

[Kenrath]

When they got to the bar Viktor frowned slightly giving her hand a soft squeeze.

"I didn't enjoy it Claire........I was doing what was expected of me."

He turned away to order a drink from the bartender before looking back.

"I can stay all week if you like." "Then once the last show is over I can take a day to refresh and then meet you on Alderaan."

He chuckled his hand reaching to cup her cheek.

"Claire I am never more relaxed than when I am with you..........."

He leaned in to kiss her....another long lingering kiss that again would end long before he wanted it to.

"................and yet so hauntingly tormented by your beauty."

He finally pulled back taking a sip of his drink.

"I am learning a bit about the theory of fashion..........as far as what makes you tick." "..............well I am kind of hoping the answer to that question is me."

He smirked playfully at her finally taking a seat at the bar.

[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Before Marzena had walked very far up the street, she received a call from Jean Paul; the designer’s voice was frantic on the other end.

“Marz, you’ve got to help me.” He pleaded. “I’m sponsoring a new artist, and he’s supposed to be at my party... but he’s missing.”

“Jean Paul... Calm down.” Marzena said with a bit of a sigh. “Who are you talking about?”

“His name is Quint Salis, he’s an up and coming artist. He’s tall, has dark hair and tattoos covering his arms.”

The actress narrowed her eyes slightly, had a man fitting that description just passed her? Marzena’s black heels backtracked towards the club, where she peered into the window... she hadn’t been mistaken. Now she saw why Jean Paul was so upset... as the designer had always fancied young men.

Even though she’d only stepped out a few minutes prior, Marzena walked back inside the bustling club and made her way to the bar this time. Upon first inspection, she didn’t see [member="Claire Organa"] and [member="Viktor Alexander"] out on the dance floor... perhaps they had moved on. It was hard to tell with so many people around.

With a slight air of snobbery, Marzena tapped the tattooed man on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, but are you [member="Quint Salis"]?” She asked, raising her brows.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quint sat at the bar waiting on his drink. He looked at his chronometer and realized he was running a little late, but he didn't care. This was Spira, and he was used to Zeltros. This sponsorship was something he didn't know about. It was something that had taken him by surprise, and honestly, he didn't know whether he liked all the attention. Apparently the notoriety was catching up to him because someone was tapping his shoulder and the sound of a female asking if he was Quint Salis. Figures it would happen when his drink was set in front of him. He turned arond to ask to be left alone, but when he did his eyes landed on a rather pretty woman lacking any visible ink of any kind.

"Depends why you want to know. You looking for ink, gonna ask me out?"

He lifted the drink to his lips, not making any move to stand up. It was refreshing, different that the straight up whiskey he usually drank. This was all free so why not try new things. Right he could take that advice when it came to this sponsorship, but this purse designer guy seemed a little...... different.

Eyes looked over the woman, wandering slowly as they did so. His mind came to all kinds of ways to convice her to get a tattoo. The real question was how much fun could they have of they were to skip out on the party altogether. Who knew what temptations there was at this thing. Quint was trying to stay clean, stay sober. The after parties, they were never clean.

"Purse man didn't send you after me did he.... I know I'm late, but....... not sure I wanna go."

[member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Arabella Darkhold"] [member="Claire Organa"] [member="Viktor Alexander"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

“Sorry, I’m not interested.” Marzena said, rolling her eyes slightly and waving a hand dismissively.

Though the HoloTabloids had yet to pick up on the fact, Marzena had started seeing someone. He was quite the opposite of the tattooed man in front of her, and for now she was determined to keep his identity quiet. However, she could see the appeal that this man had, and she certainly could see why Jean Paul was interested... he always did like guys that were just a little rough around the edges.

The corner of Marzena’s painted lips twitched ever so slightly upon seeing how the man’s eyes seemed to be taking in her presence. Of course, she was used to having men leer at her... it was something that came with her life in the spotlight. When the man spoke again, he confirmed that he was indeed the man she had been sent to find.

“Purse man?” She almost chuckled. “I think you mean, Jean Paul, right? And yes... he did send me.”

Marzena had yet to see if Quint really was an artist, but she had to admit that Jean Paul always had a knack for finding talent. Even though the handbag designer was a bit unorthodox and eccentric, he was a brilliant designer and longtime patron of the arts. Many that found him sponsoring them, often found it to be a boon to their career. A friendship with Jean Paul meant high class parties, lavish gifts, and the outlet to form many connections.

“Jean Paul happens to be an old friend of mine.” She said, taking a seat next to Quint at the bar. “He’s paying for that drink, isn’t he? Among other things, I’m sure. You should make an appearance at the very least.”

Even though she had only just made his acquaintance, she was already trying to boss Quint around.

“I’m Marzena, by the way.” She said with a nod, offering him a slender hand.

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Where was this avant garde tattoo artist [member="Quint Salis"] that everyone was raving about. She looked around and saw nothing but prissy models who needed to eat something like a sandwich and drink something that would add some tone to those thinning muscles.

But now where was this [member="Azula Yeshevsky Feanor"] Bella had never seen a living canvas if that's what she was. She heard other things about the woman that intrigued her but if she wasn't here well then Bella would have to intrude upon someone else' good nature.

She slowly moved around, "did you hear [member="Marzena Choi"] is supposed to be here" Bella made a face, who was that? Silly models. Earlier that morning she had caught Claire Organa's collection, very interesting a bit too shear for her but hey if the woman wanted to show off the female form she did it, but she should have gave those poor women sweaters some of the men were going to get their eyes plucked out by the points they all had.

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Azula stepped in, her long silven dress matching her hair and flowing behind her.

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Upon entering the room the eyes of many fell upon her, perhaps it was her Diathim biology yet the crowd seemed to make a hallway for her as she stepped in between. Upon closer inspection, one would notice the woman was ice cold. A chill emitting off of her and it didn't even seemed to bother her.

Once she made her way closer to the middle, she looked for a friend. Quint Salis. She would have sworn she heard his reminiscent voice somewhere in the crowd, it had been a few years since they last spoke but she did remember that voice. However, as she made her way closer to him she noticed a particular set of eyes that was watching her closely.

Looking over to the woman, who had long brown hair and a unique force presence to her. One she had recognized in shapers before, like herself.

Azula then walked towards this person, the crowd still seeming to fold at her will, which was not something she controlled. Along the path a man tried to grab her ass, to which the water shaper turned and placed her hand over his own before it reached her. She held it and then suddenly the water from the martini he was having flowed from the cup, leaving the other ingredients behind and forming a mold around his hand. It then froze, tightly keeping his fingers in place and forming a ice wall all the way around it.

She then let go, smiling at him and kissing his cheek, the way Echani said hello. And just like that, she turned to face [member="Arabella Darkhold"] .

"Good evening, miss..?" Azula let a faint smile caress her dark red lips as she inquired about the brunettes name.

[member="Marzena Choi"]
[member="Quint Salis"]
[member="Viktor Alexander"]
[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

[member="Azula Yeshevsky Feanor"]​

Bella watched this new woman enter the room the lights played with her dress tiny sparkles dances acrossed the floor where she walked the air changed dropping a degree or two. Watching as some moved away in awe of her presence but what grabbed Bella was the way she put a man who grabbed her in his place.

Bella smiled, her pastel pink lips curved upwards, "Well hello to you, I like your work." She looked to the man who seemed in shock a flick of her fingers and a force push shattered the ice.

"I think we need a drink, I'm Bella, care to join me?" Bella winked at her and pointed in the direction of the open bar, "the handbag king has made sure there is plenty to be had" Bella laughed slightly she couldn't help it the misfortune of others at times made her laugh.

 

[Claire Organa]

they were moving, and stopping as he spoke, his hand cupped her face a smooth gentle move as piercing blue eyes stared into hers.

They were at the bar, as he sat down she moved closer still standing, she didn't mind it either it she stood close to where they could talk to each other, and yet be in a room full of people.

"I didn't like your job then" She whispered to him, just as he planted another kiss on her this one a little longer and little more sweeter. She smiled like a high school girl reaching over to wipe away the lipstick from his lip. "Can't have you wearing my lipstick" Her gaze met his as he said he could stay a few days. "There's a few more shows but I also want to go swimming in the ocean, and lay on the beach I've never done either and now is the time.""You really want to stay a day or two, the others it won't matter its all business meetings, and long dinners to discuss upcoming seasons. You'd be bored."

She didn't know what to say, "The theory of fashion, well let me know about how that goes as for my ticking, I would think you'd rather I purred" She arched a brow at him, this was totally unexpected and yet it did seem as if some burden had been taken from his shoulders.

"I think we have a lot to learn about one another though you know things already about me, I don't know much about you." She put her hand on his chest, "Do you really think I'm beautiful Viktor?" She leaned over and kissed him gentle soft and then pulled back. He came across to her like he had just one some prize. All she was really a dressmaker.

[member="Viktor Alexander"]

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor chuckled at the lipstick comment.

"I would have worn it with pride.........void of embarrassment."

His fingers lightly danced from her hip of her first few ribs and down again his eyes never leaving hers.

"Being at your side is never boring........"

He leaned into to whisper in her ear.

"............only cats purr my dear, satisfied women moan and yes it would bring me great pleasure to hear you do so from sunset to sunrise."

He leaned back taking a sip[ of his drink.

"I am afraid my story is not as glamorous as yours." "As you already know I was born on Balmorra." "My father was foreman in one of the factories and in the beginning I followed in his footsteps."

Viktor continued to caress Claire's side almost subconsciously but still with a teasing purpose.

"When the terrorist attacks started it became difficult for people to get back and forth from work safely." "The Governor at them time didn't carry as long as money was still being made and did nothing."

He paused for a moment before he began again.

"One day I got tired of watching friends and coworkers die so I got a group together and started fighting back." "It took years to get everything under control and when the last terrorist was dead or in jail the people hailed me as a hero and demanded that I take over." "So we stormed the Governor's office, tossed him in jail, and prayed the Sith didn't kill us for it."

He paused taking another sip of his drink.

"As payment for my actions the Sith let your Republic invade Balmorra and nearly burn it to the ground without so much as a warning to the innocent people to give them time to leave." "So I left." "I thought I the First Order would be better...........care more about the people." "I was wrong however and as Sith began to infiltrate the ranks of the First Order government and Military I left."

He smiled leaning and kissing her again.

"I am a man without a home living off of what I had managed to save up when I had a purpose and I mean every word when I say you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[NightSister]

Natalya entered with the air of someone who belonged there, although in truth this kind of event was a first for her. However, she was vain enough as it was and when she slipped into a black backless gown, delicate teardrop earrings and dark red lipstick, combined with the appreciative looks being thrown her way, it was hard not to feel like she was the queen of the event. She knew she wasn't - in fact she was looking forward to seeing [member="Claire Organa"], the actual queen this week, as much as anybody else. It was a long-placed stereotype that hardcore slicers couldn't have fun and didn't care about appearances, but she knew that the label had never been valid when it came to her. She was young and attractive, and was excited to meet some new people.

 

[Judah Lesan]

The tattoo artist could not remember being rejected so quickly and so dismisively. He was used to Zeltros where he could have a different woman every night if wanted to, and a multiple times a day at that. Zeltrons were known for the hedonistic behavior, but Quint only kept up appearances for the miriad of females which came into his shop flirting and trying to persuade him to take them home for the night. Quint was a flirt, but it in reality it was rare he took a random woman home.

He kept his mouth shut for a while, long enough to drain his martini. Quint was trying to figure this one out. Sure Jean Paul had sent her, but she didn't have to act like his retriever. She was kinda bossy too, but the way she was dressed did make her stand out in a in control kind of way. Quint gathered she was used to getting what she wanted, but so was he. The rejection was a challenge to him of sorts, and he never backed down from a challenge.

"And what are you going to do if I refuse, hmmm," he said as he set the glass down and pointed to the barkeep to close out the tab. "I mean aside from the fact he could pull my sponsorship, and I'm sure that there are plenty of woman there that would be willing to fling themselves at me for a night of whatever, but what if that doesn't motivate me at all?"

Quint stood, and offered his tattooed arm. They were going to walk out together, and if there any tabloid photographers around they were going to have a hay day with this one no doubt. Quint assumed when she introduced herself as Marzena that the last name was Choi. A celebrity sent to be the gopher for purse man, that was knew.

"Tell you what, I'll go with you, but before this week is up, you and me are going out for a night of dinner and dancing."

[member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Arabella Darkhold"] [member="Azula Feanor"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

“I will do nothing.” Marzena said flatly, “I can make your regrets to Jean Paul, even though he will be ever so disappointed.”

There was a glint in the man’s eyes that told her he was the stubborn type, and his attitude definitely seemed to back up that suspicion. Marzena guessed that Quint was probably right about one thing, there were probably many women at the party that would throw themselves upon him... and he could have his chance with any one of them... but not her. As Quint stood and offered his arm, Marzena shot him a look, as if he had offended her by the very gesture.

“No, I’ll tell you what...” Marzena started coldly, defiantly ignoring his arm. “I’m going to walk out of here now. You can follow along if you wish.”

She was certainly not going to give the tabloids something to write about, the last thing she needed right now was rumors about her love life. And now Quint was trying to bargain with her? The nerve of this man... it was already starting to wear on her patience.

“No dinner and certainly no dancing. Let’s just go, okay?” Marzena said impatiently, already in motion towards the door, knowing that there were people waiting for his arrival. If she was able to deliver the artist to the party, Jean Paul would owe her a new bag at the very least...

Marzena rubbed her forehead for a moment on her way out of the club, for some reason she had the feeling that she was going to be saying the word ‘no’ many more times to come.

[member="Quint Salis"], [member="Arabella Darkhold"], [member="Azula Feanor"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Wow! This one was really.... Quint didn't have the word for it. Being around easy women had made him lose his touch, whatever touch a jouvenile delinquent turned felon could have. At least he had cleaned that part of his life up. There were no drugs in his life anymore, and that's why he didn't want to go to this party. He knew models, and well, most of them were hopped up on some kind of spice, drug, andris, whatever substance of choice it was that helped keep them so skinny. Rather than let Marzena get away so fast, he followed, but not for the reason she wanted.

"Look these parties, there a scene I avoid okay. I've been clean and sober for six years now and it's a trend I want to keep up okay. That's why you'll owe me if I go, because it's going to take as much tenacity for me to say no to everything I have turned my back on as you're displaying in saying no to me repeatedly."

He didn't stop walking with her. If they got to the party, he didn't have to enter. Whether he walked into the building it was being held in or not, that was up to her. Quint didn't need dinner and dancing, but she was going to have to help him stay away from the spice.

"You help me do that, then I walk in. You don't, I keep waking back to the incredible suite purse man is paying for."

[member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Claire Organa]

[member="Viktor Alexander"]​

​

She listened as he spoke something Organa women it seemed to do a lot listen to those around them, she felt the touch of his fingers through the material she could hear sincerity in his voice she put her arm around his neck.

"So you're jobless this week, that's change from last week, and you should have let me buy dinner if you are jobless. Which" She arched a brow, "Should you be bring Jia to Alderaan for shopping?" She leaned and kissed his cheek. He had simple beginning and wanted to do the right things for those around him, but it seemed it got caught up in a lot of the circumstances.

Some folk often did.

She took another draw on her drink, "I have to hit a few parties business appearances. You are welcome to come, Renard's handbags is next his work compliments mine and if I put his bags in my shop it might draw some others in. Then there's a party over at Guccini's the shoe designer, and then the last party is Cassini's Jewels, for of course jewelry besides I hear [member="Quint Salis"] is at Renard's I'm hoping to meet him."

She smiled, "If you survive all of that, we'll talk about purring" She kissed him fully on the lips then, "maybe I can make you purr" She smiled, "so..you up to hoofing it with me tonight?"

[member="Natalya Thane"] [member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena walked with her arms crossed, aware that Quint was walking with her, but she didn’t turn to acknowledge him. Even though her eyes were cast straight ahead, she was listening to his explanation. The actress felt a slight pang inside, and it was quite possible that she felt bad for acting so standoffish now. She was so used to having to turn down men asking for dates, it was second nature to her now... and she may have even taken a bit of pleasure in doing so. But in this case, perhaps Quint was just projecting some kind of tough-guy front? In her line of business she saw actors falling into bad ways quite often, and she had to respect Quint for his desire to stay strong.

“Fine, I’ll help you.” Marzena finally spoke, most of the haughtiness absent from her tone. She was usually quite pleasant... but at times her inner diva would take over, and Quint happened to take the brunt of it this time. “Jean Paul’s parties are tasteful, and usually a bit on the tame side.” Though, she didn’t know what sort of crowd he had invited, with the prospects of having a tattoo artist for the guest of honor.

She let her arms drop to her sides in a more relaxed and casual way, and her pace had also slowed just slightly. They were already very close to Jean Paul’s building, and it wasn’t long before Marzena lead Quint inside. Before she opened the door to enter, she paused and turned to Quint.

“I’m sorry if I came across a bit harsh.” She said nodding slowly. “But just so we’re clear... I’m not coming back with you to your suite or anything like that.” Marzena added, just in case this was some kind of clever ruse to get her into his room.

“Ready?” Her hand pulled the door open to reveal the party inside, and she even offered Quint a small and encouraging smile.

[member="Quint Salis"], [member="Arabella Darkhold"], [member="Azula Feanor"]

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor smiled.

"Unemployed and broke are not the same thing Claire." "I have money saved up and besides a little Consulting here and there will keep me in a good spot." "Your concern is touching though."

He leaned in giving her a chuckle.

"You know darn well I prefer to cause such naughtiness than talk about it."

He slid off the stool wrapping one arm around her the other softly gripping the back of her neck and kissed her like he had not seen her in a lifetime and was not goign to let her go.


[member="Claire Organa"] [member="Natalya Thane"]

 

[Claire Organa]

He swept her away with the kiss as if she were his last dying breath at first she wasn't sure she held back but as the kiss deepened she could not stop she curled her fingers into the fabric of his coat and pulled him closer as desire filled her veins and her heart beat faster. The hunger of two people that seemed to have waited for so long to find one another bubbled and churned.

As much as Claire felt want pooling within she pulled reluctantly away her forehead resting against his, "God you're gonna be trouble for me, we have to go to the party Viktor." She kissed him quick, "but keep all those thoughts about causing naughtiness handy" She kissed him again, "oh lord"

She stepped back gathering her breath, "you should have pursued me on Balmorra we'd be a lot further than this by now" She grabbed his hand, "come on lover, come see the world of fashion for what it really is"

Damn..she began moving through the crowd, it was going to be a long long night. She remembered where the Renard party was. "Handbags, think hand bags..." She had to cool the blood in her veins for it wasn't pushing ideas about handbags.

[member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Natalya Thane"]

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor smiled letting her get almost far enough away for his arm to fully extend before pulling her back into him.

"I would like to think we are going to be trouble for each other." "If I had pursued you on Balmorra would have given you the wrong idea that I was trying to manipulate you."

He leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"How well do you think you are going to be able to focus on anything but me for the rest of the night?"

Viktor gave her earlobe a soft nibble before turning her back around towards the direction they were headed walking by her side with a smirked knowing he was so deep in her mind right now there was no turning back even if he wanted to.

[member="Claire Organa"] [member="Natalya Thane"]

 

[Claire Organa]

Two could play this she pressed against him, "where is your mind hmmm" she whispered, "are you thinking about what's under the dress?"

She turned kissing his cheek, moving up to his ear, "there are no lines because it's only me under here, now while you ponder that lets go to the party" she kisses his ear.

Then slowly starts to pull away.

[member="Viktor Alexander"]
[member="Natalya Thane"]