First Order: A Herevan Rose

[Jaya Tandris]

"Pfft," Jaya found the premise quite amusing. "Go right ahead. If you get me killed, I'm doing the whole 'haunting you in the afterlife' thing myself. You'll get yourself your very own pet ghost." She stood on the edge looking over at the building in front of her. There was a balcony, large enough to land on. It would have to do, Cupcake wanted a drink and this was the only way. "You better aim well, for real."

She spread her arms, ready for [member="Dax Fyre"]'s Force power to bring her to their destination. "You gotta do a liftoff instruction first, being careful is important when it comes to space travel. What are the safety protocols of Dax Space Travel?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

[member="Lady Kay"] teased him somewhat about how even knowing her schedule was little more than a vague outline of what would happen. He chuckled a bit and shook his head, folding his hands in his lap. "Well, I'll just have to be certain to satisfy that curiosity when I can, won't I?" He nodded his head and sat back, thinking ahead of time. Tonight was rather relaxed, he was actually enjoying himself somewhat. "Though I would like to discuss a personal favor, when we're well and away."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay smirked as he refrained from telling her his plans. She wasn't a huge fan of surprises, especially lately. More often than not, the surprises tended to be bad. But with this one that [member="Darlyn Excron"] was holding for her, she decided to let it slide.

She sipped her tea, raising a brow as he spoke of wanting a favour, and not just any favour, but a personal one. Alright, I'll hear you out on our way back. Though whether or not I'll be granting it, depends on what you have planned." She grinned as she toyed with him a bit, dropping her formalities for a brief moment. The range of possibilities as to what Darlyn could possibly want of her could be vast. So it gave her plenty to think about.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax clapped his hands together and began to rub them, taking a few steps back as he spoke. "Please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. No food or drink is allowed on the ride, and Dax Space Travel is not liable for injuries you may or may not sustain while aboard. Thank you very much, take off will begin on the count of three. One." Dax didn't even proceed to two, instantly grabbing the woman with the Force and lobbing her towards the open window across the street. The landing bit...well Dax hadn't thought that far ahead...

[member="Jaya Tandris"]

 

[Darth Metus]

The Behemoth's nostrils flared.

In but an instant, the attention of his succulent prime rib had slipped away. [member="Connor Harrison"] had cast a blind eye to Striok, dismissing him until one [member="Mishel Ren"] approached. They talked, and whilst they did Striok drank. The alcohol...was nothing more than volatile fuel added to a budding flame. So much so that, by the time Sieger's child departed, the Behemoth was adamant upon reclaiming the man's attention. He rose and straightaway braved the Ballroom floor, seeking after his prize. And when he found him...

"So...lookin fo a in?" he asked, reaching out. A single, furry digit would be placed on the man's chin, as if to bring his full attention to bear. "ApeX ca'get you in. But! It'll cost ya." The Behemoth then made a slurred explanation of this logic, pointing out that the PMC worked as an auxiliary for the First Order and were even providing security for the event. He could get Connor a spot...and with a spot came service...and with service came attention.

"Now...If ya wan'dis gud offa.." His amber eyes slid up and down the man's form. "I tak dances as payment. Iffin not, I'll ave me pals escor ya out." Striok then extended his hand, beaming.

"May I'av this dance?"

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel nodded in acknowledgement as [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Ara Ren"] left, and Sam led Mishel out to the ballroom. A beautiful arrangement of sound played, this was called music and it at least sounded as such now. Perhaps it was the brandy talking but Mishel felt a little more at ease, a little more relaxed, "then I should endeavour to become your mirror." Mishel remarked as she tried to copy what Sam was doing, but it did not feel so - organic. It felt forced, unnatural the young brunette tried to do exactly as she was instructed but it led to her becoming quite uncoordinated. Then the petite blonde took a half step to close the distance between them, and suddenly there was a new feeling here. One Mishel had not quite experienced and she became quite nervous, palms sweated as she tried to not step on the other Ren's foot. A ballroom dance, follow movement, don't think - that was what she was getting and yet all the girl could do was think.

Taking a deep breath and exhaled, just as the orchestra played into the second part of the song. It was all starting to come together, as she caught Samka's gaze for a moment. Empathy had been something the young Ren was discovering. Feeling a little confident (once more, the brandy) Mishel decided to change things, "perhaps I should lead?" She offered for a brief moment before doing just as she had asked. The alcohol was wearing off and music, the music felt natural now - as if once upon a time, Mishel had danced before somewhere in her past and it was now coming back to her. Her hand intertwined with [member="Samka Derith"]'s as she took the lead. "Does this ease your mind?" She inquired honestly, "dancing?"

 

[Samka Derith]

[member="Mishel Ren"]'s moves were slightly clumsy to begin with. Sam noted the way her eyes kept flicking downwards to check her feet. Sam did her best to reassure the girl in her gentlest voice, "You won't get it right away. It'll come with practice." She wasn't normally the type for genuine encouragement, she was typically strict, some might say harsh, but in such an environment, Samka was simply too happy to be snappish. "You're over thinking it, you don't have to think about footwork, just feel where my body is moving next."

Then there was improvement. It happened far quicker than she expected, perhaps part of her programming was to learn in an enhanced manner as well. "Wonderful," Sam beamed as their eyes met. Then Mishel asked to take the lead and her brow rose. Samka never was one to allow power to be taken from her, even in something as mundane as this and yet it seemed to be an ideal way to encourage the taller girl.

"If you think yourself prepared, be my guest," Sam switched her stance and began to slow her movements, no longer being a directing force but instead making simple movements in time to the music, waiting for Mishel to guide her.

"Yes, I suppose it does," Sam replied as she put a firm grasp on Mishel's shoulder. Her head turned to observe the rest of the ballroom as she continued talking, a warm smile stuck on her face as she did, "There's an atmosphere of peace here. It's a transportation to another realm, if you like. You simply let the music take your body to where it desires to go. It might be different to me, I've been dancing for as long as I can remember. My parents were always keen to nurture my talents," she paused for a moment letting the smile fade for the briefest second of time before continuing, "so it's probably the one consistency in my life. Well, that and singing, of course. I wish I had more free time to enjoy them but alas, my hours are consumed by... studies." She left the last word cryptically knowing there was a high chance of being overheard.

"And how are you finding it, Mishel?" She asked, turning her full attention back to the other Ren's face.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Admittedly, if Irani hadn’t come to Raj’s rescue Matsu wouldn’t have let the Epicanthix get any closer than he already had. Part of her had simply wanted to see how the doctor would respond to the situation. Matsu was hardly the same girl who had broken out in to the galaxy decades earlier - but she still came to understand others by watching them, the smallest response to anything and everything.

There was always something to be said for Irani getting his hackles up though, a callback to a personality more animal that he hid when it suited him.

And then Irajah leaned against her.

It was casual, the sort of thing friends did. But Matsu didn’t allow touch. It had taken her years with Carach, to loop her arm with Irani’s. Even Reverance had been a hesitation. She didn’t talk about it, but that same girl that had jettisoned in to the galaxy had also suffered at someone else’s hands. She’d become a mentalist to stop anyone else from hurting her the same way he had, all those years ago. No one would else would touch her head, her heart (what there was of it), or her skin without her permission.

As Raj leaned against her for support in her laughter, Matsu held her breath. Her pupils dilated, her teeth grinding together. It wasn’t anger, and it certainly wasn’t rejection. Confusion. Her teeth ground together and then she let the breath out. Her metal hand snaked out, gentle in the way one might expect from someone so delicate as it rested on Irajah’s hip in support, fingertips squeezing as she found herself laughing too. “Ballerina?!”

Shaking her head, she realized that Irajah was also most likely right. She had no desire to be in the center of some issue at a First Order shindig.

“We must escort the Lady Ballerina la'Whatever to safety,” she joked to Irani, her hand briefly shifting to the small of Irajah’s back to start herding her companions in the right direction before dropping back to her side. The crowd was truly relaxed now, those who hadn’t moved to the floor to dance either swaying in place or too deeply involved in conversation to pay attention to the orchestra. The three unlikely friends moved through the people easily towards the exit to escape in to the night.

[member="Darell Irani"] | [member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

The music became something of noise in the moment as she focused (truly, she perhaps leant in a bit too much) on the words that @Samka Derith spoke. "It is - soothing enough," she replied, "though I feel I have done this in the past before." A memory, it felt as if she was walking a memory - Sam spoke of family, parents. Mishel's face contorted in the moment from pleasant to discomfort. She knew of her parents, of what Seiger Ren had told her and if she thought otherwise a rather painful shock was there to remind her of who she was. So instead she focused on the word singing. "Singing, this is also music yes?" The brunette inquired, searching her mind like one scours a database for information. "Then I desire to hear you sing, if it pleases you to do so."

Mishel's ears perked at the slight change in music. "Studies."

"Yes, studies have a way of impeding our desires," Mishel repeated as if she had heard the phrase before, perhaps from brother Castor. "Would not the study of music be just as beneficial to you as the study of literature or mathematics?" She suggested, her body now navigating the ballroom through the sounds that filtered in from the speakers. No one was the wiser tonight, couples around them of various shapes and sizes danced and gave the two girls a smile. They danced until making their way to the centre of the ballroom, just as the lights dimmed. Giving a more romantic atmosphere, "after all music pleases you, and you should do what you please." Not the teachings of Seiger Ren, but rather of the other sisters. Perhaps having overheard another, whisper something so similar - or perhaps a fainted memory from a time when Mishel could truly believe in happiness. She knew not these things, or knew what it was to experience them but she knew that they were and that she desired to see her brothers and sisters in Ren to be, happy.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn smiled lightly and nodded his head. [member="Lady Kay"] tended to let things with him slide, he wasn't sure if it was out of familiarity with him, or merely because of his job. In whatever case it was, he was grateful, as it tended to give him something resembling freedom, even as she seemed to bog down others with regulations and restrictisons. "I assure you, you won't regret it." He chuckled lightly and glanced around slowly. "There's not exactly much going on still, isn't there?"

 

[Gunther Creed]

​When [member="Valessia Brentioch"] had left Gunther chose to remain in the secluded suite, the balcony overlooking the great orchestra below. It was private and the perfect place to relax and enjoy the ball if one wanted to get away from the crowds below. Most wouldn't see the guiding hand of the Ambassador that directed the entire event, and how none of it would be possible without her. Valessia's pool of skills was vast and she was involved into many different ventures, truly making herself invaluable to the Supreme Leader.

She like him was a dedicated workaholic. Work was their lives many countless years ago he chose to give his life to the military, and whether or not the flag and nations changed didn't change that.

He was a soldier.

When Valessia came back so quickly it took Gunther by surprise, having lost track of time listening to the soothing music he slid out of his chair to greet her. "They're playing the couple's dance, c'mon."

​If there was one thing as a noble he was taught to do was dance, and he learned it very early on. A light smile formed on his face as he look her hand "It would be my pleasure." ​He said descending the stairs. When they finally reached the ballroom the song for the couples dance had only just begun, the perfect timing that he used to lead her onto the floor to begin.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay smirked as [member="Darlyn Excron"] seemed to have high hopes about this favour of his. Was he always so optimistic? It was fine if he was.

She finished her tea and set the cup aside. "The evening should be coming to a close soon. There's just the raffle draws left, I believe. We could leave now if you'd like..." Surely if she had won anything in the draw, it would be sent to her Embassy.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The party. He had come late. Very late. Not even fashionably. He was stopped by security, who prompted him to show some ID. Preliat had never had an identification. He was dressed to the nines, a thin jet-black suit to cover up his impressive physique. He sneered at the security, before subjecting himself to a scanner. The security team went wide-eyed when he saw him be a positive match. They told him to enjoy what remained of the party.

Preliat entered, feeling naked without his armor. His suit was immaculate, after all, he was a wealthy man. A passing waiter offered him a glass of some bubbly high-end alcohol. He took it, muttering a thanks before the waiter waltzed off, eager to serve other guests. He spotted several high-end Sith. A few years ago, all eyes would have been on him- because more than likely he would've come to the party with a war droid rather than a black tie. He flexed his tattooed knuckles, moving further into the party.

Some knew who he was. Some people only knew the name and the signature armor. He felt...oddly alienated. Which he expected at a party such as this, but not quite to this degree. He felt entirely alone in the galaxy. Entirely, utterly alone. And he wasn't sure what he was doing here. Why he combed his hair. Why he put on the suit. Why he had shaved against the grain a couple of hours ago. But he hoped to at least get something out of the night, or what remained of it at least.

He down the drink in one go. He then realized, by the glare from a well-dressed military man, that it was meant to be sipped politely. He sneered at him in response and got another glass.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon had made his way into the dining hall with little formalities, as he crossed the room to his assigned seat he did see Captain Joan Lunor and directed a polite and friendly nod toward her. He was not seated at her table, as his suspicions that the seating would be ordered in such a way to give the important guests and dignitaries of the ball as much individual contact with serving military personnel as possible. As such, Pharazon had to quickly suppress an outward sigh as he reached his table to find it steadily filling with extravagantly dressed dignitaries, socialites, industrialists, and other members of Dosuun and the First Order’s high society. Having recovered his composure, Pharazon quickly affixed a smile to his face as he sat in his place, carefully lowering his darkly uniformed body to the chair so as to not break it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What an honour it is to find myself seated amongst such distinguished persons as yourselves, I had not expected to be seated amongst such august company” Pharazon said warmly and with a grin to the onlooking, near gawking faces of his dining companions. They represented a variety of ages and occupations, with Pharazon noticing in particular a rather rotund but seemingly jovial figure in an obscenely expensive suit and a young, quiet, but sweet featured woman in an equally expensive dress who Pharazon assumed was his daughter from their resemblance. They noticed him as well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Most of the other table guests made the expected replies and continued to essentially just gawk and revel in being in the company of a veteran of Kaeshana, even if they had little interest in the military despite their donations to be here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are Captain Draken I presume? You are[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] one of the heroes of the hour not the puffed up gentry you find yourself among, though I do appreciate your flattery” The jovial man asked, a knowing look and smile on his face as he pointedly looked at Pharazon’s medal. “I am like the other honoured guests of the table appreciate the military, but this ball is for you and all those like you, it is we who are honoured to be in your presence, your courage and that of all our military personnel preserves us all… and some of us still remember that” he said warmly, Pharazon caught a flicker of understanding and dry wit, real understanding of the spectable and Pharazon's tumuteous emotions on the man’s face.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Thank you sir, I will be sure to pass your compliments onto my men” Pharazon replied, not having to fake his smile this time, quite disarmed by this man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“So long as you claim some of it, I am Cornelius Thoth, and this is my delightful[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and brilliant daughter, Almiel” he said, introducing himself and signalling to his daughter, who blushed at the attention and focused herself on her drink, not saying a word.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“She is a bit nervous, this is her first ball away from home” Cornelius said quietly to Pharazon, concern evident in his voice, he had not forced her to come here and so he would look after her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“A pleasure, I am sure should she grant me the pleasure of conversation I will discover her qualities” Pharazon said, surprising himself at how affable this man apparently was, he seemed to have an air around him that fostered relaxation, a sophisticated but casual demenour. He still hinted that he could observe more than some here, but there was nothing sinister in his words this time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As they all settled in for their dinner, for which the others had paid a great deal to attend, Pharazon could not help but spend most his time talking to Cornelius. He was quite a bit older than Pharazon, but he seemed as comfortable here in a very important social setting as if he were having a personal drink with Pharazon or talking to a son or sibling. Apart from the man himself, his status also quite intrigued Pharazon, as he apparently was involved in arms and munitions [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]manufacturing[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], among other interests and enterprises. He was engaging company, easily guiding the conversation on the table to ensure none felt left out and giving his daughter as many chances as she wished to talk. Pharazon was intrigued by her, but she seemed to be nervous, even frightened of him and given his previous antics upsetting another lady, Pharazon thought better than to trade barbs with this one. She seemed highly intelligent and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]observant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], however, as when she did interceded in conversation her insights or opinions were obviously carefully thought out and expressed, even if she had a tendency to be softly spoken.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the evening wore on, Pharazon found himself intrigued at this duo, he could tell there was more to them, but not in a sinister fashion. He came to the conclusion that they were well aware of their talents and abilities but did not wish to advertise the fact. Most intriguing [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon thought, finally becoming comfortable once again, it seemed dinner was what he needed. Eventually, however, Pharazon was forced into retelling his exploits within the ruins on Kaeshana, but as he launched into a tailored and carefully managed bout of storytelling, he saw Almiel’s eyes change slightly and their gazes met momentarily. Charging head first into the story, however, Pharazon made note of her interest, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]it seems I am still too much of a mystery brute for this one, as she is for me, this story is the opening gambit then it seems… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]he mused idly, trying to keep his emotions in check as he spoke, trying to keep her interest with information about himself and his thought processes layered underneath the rather dashing and courageous tale he was spinning for the others. He spoke on and on for sometime.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Ara Ren"] | [member="FN-888"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"][/SIZE]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel enjoyed the romantic evening with his Padawan, and knew this was a night that would be long remembered. He never felt more at peace, than now. All along so far, he had known nothing but mission, after mission never knowing when to take a break. He felt warm in her arms, with a slight smile on his face, when was the last time he ever experienced this moment, he couldn't remember such a past seemed distant to who he was now, but knew that either way he didn't care on such a beautiful and romantic night such as this, with him, the music, him and her, and that is what makes this night so special.

He than felt someone brush past him, and [member="Skylar Walker"] he opened his eyes, and his optics saw that of a woman, who as she walked past muttered a rude apology, he was curious of who she was, and figured it was a trooper, the way her body was built and how athletic. He slowly put Skylar aside, and approached the woman, he reached out to let his cold metal fingers touch her shoulder, and said in a cold raspy in a inquisitive tone. "Greetings Miss, May I know who you are?"

[member="BE-183"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

[member="Zmej Ren"]

Cyrus hadn't exactly been discreet about watching the wolf-in-girl's clothing, so when she noticed his attention and began to make her way towards him he wasn't strictly surprised. It did briefly have him wondering if was her intended target after all, in which case he was poorly equipped for a fight. It wouldn't be the most glorious death ever, gunned down at an elaborate party, but it would make for an interesting story. But there was something in her manner that put Cyrus, if not at ease, at least not left with any real concerns about his immediate health. An odd sort of desire in her gaze, one that brought back unbidden memories of Cyrus' own childhood, and the father he hadn't spoken to in decades.

“Excuse me, Grand Admiral,” she chirped, “Do you mind if I take this seat?”

With a wave Cyrus indicated his acquiescence. Now able to examine her up close he was forced to reconsider his earlier assumptions. She did not have the manner of an assassin in truth, though there was something lethal about the way she moved and remained aware of her surroundings. A disguised wolf she remained, but what sort of wolf exactly he wasn't sure. She was pretty, but terribly young, practically still a child, and Cyrus was by now old enough that he was more or less beyond the temptations of flesh. These days such things seemed like distractions and a simple waste of time. There was a war on, after all.

But if she had latched on to something in her life she'd never had, so too did the molten iron heart of the elder Tregessar stir ever so slightly at a different sort of attachment. For most of his life Cyrus had never had the least bit of interest in children, not until the Omega War had it even occurred to him to consider life in a manner beyond that of the day to day. Yet now he had become obsessed with the question of what his legacy would be. He was a Tregessar, and that meant fighting to survive, but as things stood now the house was in better hands than his and his branch of the name was set to die with him.

It was enough to make a man who normally thrived in the depths of his own fury stop and consider where his life was headed. For sometime now he had seen nothing but darkness down the road he was traveling, and now out the darkness had stepped this odd girl whose innocence and youth were betrayed by her killing hands.

"What brings a girl like you to a function like this? Is your father a hero of Kaeshana, perhaps?"

 

[Ria Misrani]

Aria let out something of a mild mhpth, as she entertained the idea of trivial pursuits and it did not take long for her to answer [member="Asharad Graush"]. "Yes, but." The blonde paused a moment, "it's not that I do not enjoy celebrating our military. I just don't enjoy the idea of wading through the patricians like fish in the sea wade through salt." Pursing her lips together she concluded, "I have better things I could be doing with my time."

There's another short pause as she listens to the orchestra for the moment, "like not dwelling on my personal life or rather the lack thereof." She looked Asharad in the eyes and studied him a moment, Aria's hazel green orbs studied the orbs that belonged to this Marshal. "Tonight has been made, as I've managed to meet at least one person who might make getting dressed up worth it."

"I'm not terribly interested in the rest of the ball, and I've done my part to represent my family's name." So she thought about where else to go, "Prosperia has a few places that might have a better meal worth the same price as the ball, if you're interested in skipping out that is."

 

[Zmej Ren]

“Kaeshana? No, no. Not Kaeshana.” Asenath replied slowly, gaze dodging to the side as she took another sip of champagne. Yes, it still tasted terrible; though she refrained from letting others know that. Perhaps the taste’s been influenced by the topic as well. With her father brought up, the entire world lost in colour, becoming a depressing grey mess not even the entire ball could shine through.

There was no doubt her father would have been a hero of Kaeshana if not falling to the insurgents on Hoth so many years ago, just as there was no doubt he would have used the recognition to mock her with, rub it in the woman’s face and have her know only non-Force sensitive men could achieve such honour. Lost in thought, Zmej took a solid sip of her drink, disregarding the taste she was still unaccustomed to. After finishing the mental journey through a place where all things were different, her head swiftly turned back to the grand admiral. Something flared up in her eyes, voice much more decisive.

“He died in the line of duty long before Kaeshana. A soldier right up to the end.”

He had done everything that’s been expected of him. Almost everything, for he had failed to produce a new soldier to carry the family name. Painful memories flooded her mind, yet she could not bring herself to elicit many emotions when thinking about the man’s demise. All in all, her father was just that to her; an unknown man she was supposed to love as a good, proper daughter, his value no other than being an exemplary officer of the First Order.

One smooth motion and the glass’ contents disappeared right in her.

Eyeing the admiral, a quizzical expression crossed her features.

“What about you, grand admiral,” she pursed her lips, “Would you prefer to go down with your ship or die peacefully as an old man?”



[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

She enjoyed celebrating the military? A'sharad didn't. In his mind, he imagined that she was solely saying that to sound patriotic enough to have a pass, not that he cared either way. In A'sharad's mind the First Order needn't create a social event to bring attention to the need of funding the medical research of the military's cybernetic, and whatever else the purpose of this ball was for. Here he was, not even sure what the whole point was.

Shame on him.

Better things to be doing.

His thoughts went to training, bettering himself with his cybernetic arm. His right hand flexed as he clenched the metal fingers into a fist. When she had finally brought herself to the conclusion, he nodded along in agreement. Better things to be doing indeed. Like, bringing the Army into line, or to finally gain more allies in the Sith, temporary, or permanent.

And then hazel-green orbs met with amber ones, and she spoke again.

This time, her words gave him pause. He blinked, surprised. Was she saying that he, A'sharad, had made her night worth it? Another blink. And then he regained his composure.

There was a pause from the Sith Lord, appearing to take the time to come up with a decision, though he had made one long before, back when he had first gotten into the speeder that brought him to the function. Finally, his gaze dropped over her figure, nodding at long last. "Lead the way."

[member="Aria DuSang"]

 

[Jaya Tandris]

As Jaya went airborne, she let out an excited "Woo!" while feeling the breeze around her. The building came at her with a lot of speed though, forcing her to react quickly. Luckily, [member="Dax Fyre"]'s throw was aimed well enough, and the woman was able to grasp the railing of a balcony. "I got it! Let me just..." She pulled herself up, glad to stand on solid ground again after getting up. Cupcake saw nobody through the window, and gestured to Dax to come over. "It's clear!"

Jaya opened the door, looking around to see anything that could be of use. It seemed they hit the jackpot; the room was filled by staff outfits, and a lightbulb came to life in her head. "What would be a better way to blend in than to pretend to be part of the staff? We would be able to get to the drinks no problem!"