Naboo Cocktails in Paradise (OPEN)

[Madame Cognito]

Arya was a lover of Naboo nightlife. She enjoyed the classy, elegant style of Theed based clubs and lounges. Tonight was no exception. The Madame of Galactic Nightlife was thoroughly enjoying the ambiance of a particularly lovely and lavish bar situated on the main drag of the capital city. A beautifully garnished burgundy beverage in a tall stemmed cocktail glass was placed directly in front of her on the gorgeous teal marble table by a professionally attired young humanoid female waitress. Arya shifted backwards in the maroon cushioned horseshoe booth that was constructed within a curve walled alcove that had perfectly dimmed wall sconces on the left leveling of the curve, the central back portion of the curve and the right leveling of the curve. Arya sighed contently as she took a generous sip of her cocktail. She was happy to be in her home city. She was also happy to have a brief reprieve from her enjoyable family time during the day. Her parents were super busy on their own with their political science professorships so they were understanding of her taking her leave at night so they could take a break from hosting their daughter in order to prepare their lessons for the following day.

Arya felt this trip was a sorely needed vacation from her time on Tatooine which was work nearly all day, night and every waking moment. She enjoyed her nightclub ownership job, but felt like she needed a bit of a moment away. The only person she brought with her was her newly appointed pilot and Rodian work contact, Malon Gorei. Malon was once a prominent contact for the Tatooine Hutt Cartel, but due to a slowdown of contracts had to seek further employment. He still is in contact with the vast criminal network built by the Hutts. He enjoys the steady paycheck provided by Arya for his services.

After Arya had finished her cocktail, she threw a sizable stack of credits upon the table and stood from her booth and her creamy white gown draped downward covering her expensive white stilettos as it softly landed upon the beautiful limestone flooring. Arya exited the lounge having been there for a couple hours just enjoying the gentle music and crowd ambiance. She decided on taking a moonlit stroll down the main drag of Theed. An oncoming couple enjoying the cool, crisp evening air passed her by. She smiled sweetly as she sauntered slowly by them. Another content sigh passed through her ruby red lips, then returned to neutral as she strolled down the lane. Her raven black mid-back length hair gently bounced in the breeze of steps as she progressed.

[member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

In so far as lovers of night life went, Sarge was not one. He avoided groups of revelers like the Plague, and he knew all about avoiding that particular disaster. But sometimes you had little choice. Lake Country was beautiful, and he wouldn't trade his home there for anything, but he was all too keenly aware that there wasn't much out there.

No real shops, no population truly either. Half the homes were empty at any given time. Perfect for letting Ashai have roam of the grounds but not much else. And so as much as he enjoyed being alone, some days he felt the need to just go out and walk.

Not to talk, but just to enjoy being around a living, breathing community. He was also immensely proud of the work done to remove the damage done by the Feds gone Techno Union. They'd always be the Feds to him.

But the city survived, and that made him happy. The night chill made him glad he'd thrown on a turtleneck, and the slacks necessitated by such a top kept his legs warm too. Even his jaw got in on the action, though that was more him being too lazy to shave. Trim? Sure. Shave? Too much work.

Inhaling the faint whiff of water from the nearby canal, he found himself smiling, even as he toyed with the water bottle in his hand. He was half tempted to cross the canal, see about the marketplaces, but his attention was otherwise arrested by a woman in a dress that seemed at odds for 'walking alone at night.'

Eyes blacker than the heavens above narrowed faintly as a brow rose in curiosity. She was smiling, and didn't smell of anything alarming, but he'd keep that to himself. "Miss." He says in a rocky voice, giving the barest dip of his head as he passes her.

"A fine dress." And his feet kept going, despite the near whispered words and the vague hint of a polite half smile that curled his lips.

He'd need to keep an eye on her. Dresses at night. He needed to keep his paranoia in check. That's what he needed to do.

[member="Madame Cognito"]

 

[Madame Cognito]

Brown eyes affixed themselves ever so briefly to a devilishly handsome, mildly scruffy gentleman that passed by with a soft utterance of the word, "Miss." Arya knew even without force abilities that her attire must have been quite a bit on the more ostentatious side, but she was most comfortable in her formal best even when taking moonlit strolls down city streets. Arya flashed him a gentle smile and continued her stroll.

Arya stopped for a moment and leaned against a lower stone railing that overlooked a canal. She sighed again as her eyes danced across the beautiful architecture of Theed. Even the broken up buildings, from the Techno Union issue a while back, failed to break her contentment with being back within the city that she loved more than any other in all of the galaxy. Before she ceased her loitering against the canal railing, Arya gently dropped a golden amulet, that looked to be a feather with an emerald, sapphire and diamond going down the middle of the stem, into the canal. Arya was on a kick of letting go of all things related to her past and that item was no exception. She returned to her walk deciding to head back the way she came.

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Madame Cognito"]

Passing a glance behind him as she made her way down the street, Sarge was struck by the memory of an older woman of no small means, clad in a tight red dress and hosting a formal on Dantooine. Something about this woman's demeanor brought the memory back, and it took him a moment to peg it at a mixture of elegance and old money. Or, at the very least, the appearance of carrying yourself like you were descended from someone of means.

Blinking momentarily, haunted briefly by a vision of amber eyes, he settled himself down on a bench by the canal and took a gulp of water from the bottle in his hand. What she was up to, where she was going... he didn't know. Instead, he starred down at the ground in thought before the same dress took his attention. Raising a brow again as she came back down the drag, he cleared his throat momentarily. "Ye lookin' fer someone, miss?"

You didn't dress like that because you felt like it. Not in his world.

 

[Madame Cognito]

Arya stopped mid-transit at the stranger's question and smiled widely at the inquisitive gentleman and his question. She merely shook her head before replying, "Not particularly, darling. I am simply out for an evening stroll. I am back in my hometown visiting the family away from work. What brings you back into my line of sight once more, monsieur? I sincerely hope it's not a hobby of yours to go into the silence of the evening and prey on women." Arya gingerly parted a tendril of fallen raven hair from her ethnically tanned face and glanced upon the gentleman with her amber eyes. Her mind was following her eyes after her glance broke from the stranger's face and sized up the gentleman head to toe. She was curiously contemplating the intentions of the devilishly handsome man as she stood near him.

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

 

[EmKay]

Sometimes to bring one's self to terms with the items of the past, one needed to revisit those locations. Rhoujen demanded it, in the back of Sigma's mind. His fingers traced along an intricate guard rail, and his polished boots softly thudded against the ground beneath. He wore simple clothing. Nothing fancy. He kept his primary lightsabre just for a sense of security, tucked under his coat. His eyes slowed as they gazed over a running river, and he leaned on the rail. His mind became awash with only the simple sight and sound of that running water, until he heard a voice. That simple sensory detection lanced his calm musings of events passed, and he tapped into his supernatural perceptions. Two signatures, both somewhat familiar, and one of the memories he'd just dwelled in. His vague memory of a behemoth of a man in gargantuan armour was brought to the forefront. Alongside it was the memory of a businesswoman whom Rhoujen may have shown the simple life to. Both had touched his former self in some way, so it would only be polite to go greet them.

He casually made his way to the two, uncaring of their current conversation. The dull thud of his boots came to a cease at a point that formed a triangle between the three.

"Good evening." he spoke in a muted tone.

[member="Madame Cognito"] // [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

 

[Madame Cognito]

A pinging rang out from Arya's left wrist. She checked the caller's ID and saw that it was her assistant. To pick up the call and be rude or to ignore her best friend slash assistant, that was the question. She had no clue as to why she was being accosted by the gentleman and wondered whether picking up the call and quietly sneaking off would be a route she should take. But alas, Arya went about choosing to ignore her fabulous assistant for now whilst making a mental note to call her back later. Arya went back to refocusing her attention to the devilishly handsome gentleman, but was surprised upon looking up from her wrist to see that she was joined by another equally handsome gentleman. "My goodness, am I attracting the handsome men of this town this evening, or what? It may be a pleasure to meet you depending on your intentions, equally as a unknown to me gentleman."

[member="Asher Valentine"] \\// [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"My lady." The man behind quietly, softly. "I am the quiet of the evening." There was no boasting in his voice, but it was more or less simply the first thing to come to mind. It didn't make it any less true. In his younger days - when he would have certainly made a pass at the woman - he had been known as a spook beyond compare.

If you wanted someone to get somewhere undetected, you got him.

But that was another life; or so it felt.

Lips quirking as they were joined by another, his head tilted to one side. "Evening." He greets politely. Perhaps the woman had been waiting for hi- no, her reaction said otherwise. Let the man answer for himself.

[member="Asher Valentine"] [member="Madame Cognito"]

 

[Madame Cognito]

Taking the other man's silence as a cue that he did not wish to respond to the greeting of "Evening", Arya continued to address the first handsome man. "What exactly do you mean by you are the 'quiet of the evening'? Never mind I assume it falls in line with my line of work. I do not know you, but I gather from your stance that if you were here to hurt me than you would have by now. I am Arya Cognito and from your inquisitive stance I would gather that you would like to know what brings me out this late. I was taking a moonlit stroll, after enjoying the famous Naboo Cocktail at the Paradise Bar, in order to rid myself of a trinket that brought me immeasurable guilt and...for other reasons."

Arya did not feel like divulging that her 'vacation' on the planet was also for work...not for Paradisio, but for following up on a lead regarding her original ship's destroyer. Arya did not feel like it was a simple lesbian twi'lek encounter gone terribly awry like her personal assistant recounted to her.

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"]

 

[EmKay]

Rilus took a long drink out of this bottle of port in his hand here. He leant against a rail over water and nearly fell backward in how fast he did so. Was he drunk? Maybe a little bit, but he didn't come across as such... except in how clumsy he was and the bottle in his hand. He looked off to his side just to take in the scenery of Naboo, pretty as it was, to see a gathering of people. One man had gone very quiet and then gone off, lost in thought. Sieron thought that was rather rude of the man, so he decided to fill the gap. He skipped over the rail, hopped to the other one gingerly, then slipped off safely before he fell off. Which he almost did. After his acrobatic shenanigan, she sauntered up to the pair, completely dismissing that they were in the middle of a conversation because he was half-drunk.

"Goooood evening, my friends," he spoke in a cheerful voice, hushed in subtle courtesy to potential sleepers, "What brings you both out at this time of night?"

He punctuated his speech with a small swig of the port. This particular one tasted rather nice, he'd have to save the label to find more later.

[member="Madame Cognito"] // [member="Sarge Potteiger"]