It's Five O' Clock in the Morning

[Kiber Dorn]

Dougal and Gammer's Bangin' Five Day House Party, Coruscant Lower Levels

"Bring me down, this time softly, if you will."

Kiber Dorn lay on a dilapidated mattress, pin-prick pupils for eyes staring up at the ceiling as if he was even capable of seeing.

A packet of smokes sat in his pocket. Black Vipers, a party essential but not for the faint of heart. After all, playing with carsunum was roulette game of its own. The variety of comedowns available almost seemed endless. One bloke would get a sore head, a dry mouth and another would die. Was it worth it?

Was it worth feeling the best you've ever known? You could be a rat and feel like a king. That's what Black Vipers were like.

The party had been provided by him. Not gratis, mind you, ha ha, as if. No, he had been paid and he had provided a wide selection. Glitterstim, giggledust, booster blue, thrust head, death sticks. You poppin' pills? We've got slick. Wanna hallucinate? We got banthazolate. We got everything. For a price. Otherwise he'd be a terrible dealer.

Kiber's got people to answer to, ya know? People with blasters, and vibroblades.

Even at this ridiculous time of day the party still raged on, people laughing, dancing, shagging, no room was a safe refugee and even around him as he lay prone upon the mattress the world spun by all the quicker.

A narcotic-laced cigarette hung lazily out the side of his gob, smoke towering up above him to let people know that he was even still there.

Where are my legs?

[member="Sayl Bane"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Since she was out cavorting with The Ravens on various assignments it had been three days since Dak had been to a real party. Three days with no hedonistic fun was like a hundred days for a Zeltron! Normally she would be wary of going to a rival drug dealer's house party but she was headed to Lower Coruscant which was not her normal territory.

For party attire she had selected a form fitting blue and orange striped gown with a lots of strategic fabric cutouts all down the front. Around her neck she wore a clear glass locket with a live venomous fur-spider, genetically modified to be small enough to fit inside it. Ironically that was given to her as payment from a wealthy Coruscanti senator in lieu of credits. And she fondly remembered how, once he had handed her the spider-necklace, she had whipped him, tied him up in a chair and had taken whatever she could find that could be quickly pawned or traded. Along with the jewelry.

The party was in full swing as she arrived and she popped a couple of speed-spice pills for good measure. She had come from the Outlander Club where she had gambled away most of the coins she had on her and somehow through the course of the evening she had lost her shoes. She made her way carefully across the dirty floor trying not to step on any needles. Or passed out guests.

She knew that the half-brother and sister of Ravens leader [member="Cryax Bane"] would be at this party but she hadn't actually met them yet. She made her way around the house finally stopping in a room to adjust her makeup. She noticed some eye candy on a mattress who was flying real high, almost to the point of being comatose. She went over to him, firmly put her bare foot on his chest and asked, "Hey Blondie, you need something to come back up again?"

[member="Kiber Dorn"]
[member="Sayl Bane"]
[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Dougal and Gammer's Bangin' Five Day House Party. Sage Bane was so karking there. Sure it was going to get him in trouble with both his Jedi trainer, Master Rexus who insisted on his sobriety, but he wasn't going to miss the chance to drug himself into oblivion with hundreds of other Coruscant glit-biters and stim addicts during the party of the fething year. Even if it killed him. Which it just might. Sage had ingested enough spice and pills to kill a baby wampa and he was flying. He was currently talking to a beautiful pink and purple Twi'lek who he swore was changing Lekku patterns right before his very eyes. They were apparently having a conversation which he could only half follow. It went something like this:

"So, Sage, you're a twin right?"

"I can't hear you. It's too dark in here."

"I said, so you're a twin right?"

"Yeah, I'm a twin. She's around here somewhere."

"Oooh I love twins. How old is she?"

"Hang on, babe, I need to sit down."

"You're already sitting down."

"Oh."

Goddamn he was flying.

[member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Sayl Bane]

Pills and other various drugs? Check. Was Sayl currently working on her own sort of high? You bet. Did she have any idea where her twin brother had run off to? Well, she was working on it. Somewhat. Which was to say not at all, as she was currently in a half-drugged state sitting down against the wall in the room of some building she vaguely remembered entering in the first place. A few pills later - okay, maybe more than a few - and she'd lost track of most everything, including where she was at times. But at the same time she was beginning to appreciate her brother's need for such vices, as the buzz wasn't anything less than pleasant. That didn't mean she wouldn't change that opinion when she came down.

For the moment, however, she couldn't care less. Slowly she stood, swaying slightly in place as the room seemed to spin around her, things slowly swimming back into focus after a few seconds. There, that was better. What was it she was looking for again? Oh, right, her brother. Which brought to mind how he'd even managed to talk her into something like this, as she was typically the voice of reason. Which was a joke in and of itself.

Hazily she could recall little of the argument he'd put out to get her here, but he'd mentioned something about getting away from it all, this or that about it being a chance for them to relax and, of course, the fact that there was going to be spice there. That begged the question as to why she'd given in so easily, but it was a topic for another day. Right now she could barely focus on standing in one spot without falling over, let alone remembering the events of the past few hours.

Another delirious few moments passed before she began threading her slow way through the tightly packed crowds of people, reaching out with her inhibited Force senses to get an idea of just where Sage had ended up. Finally she found him, no thanks to those abilities, sitting next to a Twi'lek that she vaguely remembered had pulled him away once they arrived. Without any real proper announcement of her presence she sat down next to her brother, words finally finding her lips. "Miss me?"

[member="Sage Bane"], [member="Dakita Calfur"], [member="Kiber Dorn"]

 

[Kiber Dorn]

[Sorry about the delay, beginning of the week is always mad for me]

There was a foot on his chest.

Was it the foot of a giant come down from his beanstalk to crush him for stealing the golden goose? No, sir, no! It wasn't me that took your precious goose, it was my twin brother, Liber. He's got problems, y'know? Big time kleptomaniac. Tried to get him help, tried to get him to go to rehab but he said no, no, no…. While this inane and baffling thought processed occurred he grasped at the ankle of the offending foot.

It was a deep shade of red. Was that right? Was the giant a Zeltron? Was the giant a pretty Zeltron?

He opened his mouth further to speak, Black Viper falling out and beginning to burn a small angry hole into the decrepit mattress.

“...fnarrll…”

That wasn't at all what he was trying to say.

His eyes rolled around freely in their sockets, trying to focus on the voice beyond the foot was too much. For a few moments mouth opened and closed like a lost guppy, no sound coming out at all. The speech centre of his brain was disagreeing, and hard.

In the lost regions of Kiber's brain there was a fight.

“….help...legs...giant...”

[member="Dakita Calfur"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

As Sage spotted his sister next to him, he wrapped an arm around her and was about to introduce her to the Twi'lek woman who was hitting on him. Then he realized that she had no name. The Twi'lek had no name. What the frell? Who in the galaxy walks around without a name? Wait, no. He forgot her name. Yeah that was it. He just forgot it. To the Twi'lek's disdain, Sage gave up on the introduction, and turned to his sister on the couch.

"Sayl, how high are you. I mean, high, how are you? I mean..." Then Sage's words disintegrated into giggles. A deathstick dangled out of his mouth, and he offered it to his twin as he cast a glance around the room. Bodies were pressed together in various acts of debauchery all around them. Many were passed out or simply too stoned to even move. It gave him an idea, and he leaned into whisper to his sister.

"What say we find some of ol' Dougal and Gammer's stash and take a little bit of it to go. And by a little bit, I mean a whole karking lot of it. We can sell it on Antecedent and split the profits." He grinned and blew pink smoke out of the side of his lips. He gestured around the room. "These lit up glit-biters won't miss an ounce of it. Whaddya say, Sixer?"

[member="Kiber Dorn"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]