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Music of the night [Open to all Silver Jedi]

Nico Ike Qarmast

The Wayward of Clan Qarmast
[member="Lily Hex-Volsh"]

He could try and be upset but Nico had a plan in case Jericho got mad at them. "If you dad gets mad there is a plan in place. We can use the old goodie of the saddest puppy eyes known to anyone. Never fails unless they are blind." she looked at Lily though and could see all fo the people around them in the area. Wanting to experiment and have some fun with it while she got to dance and know them but she was uncertain of where they should go first. "So where do you want to go, with the masks I am not seeing anyone I really recognize?" Nico prepared to go and make small talk with the likes of Connor and such or some of the others she could tell who they were like Junko but the others was uncertain.
 
Bustling her way through the party, Joza found herself heading towards the bar—and a certain Jedi Knight she was fond of.

“Sorel! I’m glad you’re here. Ah…” The Zeltron greeted the other woman with a bright smile as she drank her ice water, eyes drifting over her choice of attire. She looked like she was about to say something, but swallowed her thoughts. “It's good to see you again. How about I get you something a little more…festive to drink?” Turning towards the bar, she flagged down one of the servers.

“Excuse me, could you get us two Sweetberry Strippers please?” Her voice was polite, and she beamed at the bartender who just stared back, possibly wondering if she was asking for a drink or a raunchy dance. “Uhm…I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t think we have…”

“No? Alright then. Can you make a Between the Sheets? Or maybe a Dagobah Legspreader?” The young man behind the counter only continued to look bewildered and slightly embarrassed at the names of these drinks he did not know. They were popular on Zeltros, but not in many other systems, it seemed. Joza put her hands on the counter, squinting and raising her head to take a look at the bottles stacked against the wall. “It’s fine. I’m sure that I can make something similar.”

Somehow, the Zeltron woman had maneuvered her way over or around the bar counter—either way, the end result was Joza grabbing bottles from the wall, seemingly at random, and pouring splashes of liquid into a martini shaker.

“Wh—ma’am! You can’t—“ The bartender stuttered, looking unsure of what to do. Wasn’t she a Jedi? She certainly wasn’t acting like one. Was she just someone’s rowdy girlfriend that was brought along?

“It’s fine.” Joza waved a hand, brushing off his concerns. “Don’t worry. I used to be a bartender.” Erm, cocktail waitress, actually. Same thing, right? While mixing up some sort of alcoholic concoction and subsequently ignoring the bartender’s concerns, she turned back to Sorel. “So! What have you been up to, Miss Jedi Knight?”

[member="Sorel Crieff"]
 
"Oh, definitely," Aria said, grinning at the challenge. "I bet you'd be pretty good, too." She was never one to pass up a good spar, and she found that she was keen on the prospect of spending more time with Judah.

Helping herself to the delicacies laid out, Aria listened with interest as he laid out an outline of his time in the Order.
"I'm not surprised. Being a Jedi is great, but it's so much harder than you always expect. All these ups and downs that you don't see coming, you know? It's worth it, but that doesn't make it easier." Aria often had that conversation with herself - whether it was still worth it. The answer was always yes, but it took longer each time to reach that conclusion. Still, however rewarding it would or wouldn't be, Aria would continue serving the Light, and the day that that ended would be long past the day she died.

"As for me? I've officially been training for just over two years now. I left home when I was eighteen and I travelled for around a year before I came here. But my parents were both Jedi, so I was raised into the lifestyle from birth. They were always so happy, and it felt like there was nothing they couldn't do - it was hard not to want to go down the same path." Aria rubbed a corner of the tablecloth between her fingers in discomfort, unsure what to say next.

[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]
 

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