Night Club of Sin--the Angel's Den (Open To All)

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus followed her over to the set of loveseats and sat down opposite her. It had been quite a while since he had sat comfortably, as those bar stools seemed to be more made to get people back on the floor than anything else, and so he sighed upon coming down onto the soft cushioned fabric. He could still hear it, the muffled music far off in the distance, but it was a distant sound that no longer penetrated the brain of all those sober enough to be annoyed by the pounding rhythm. He had also noted how she had been quite modest about her flying. While most pilots would brag to the end of day that they were the best pilots on whichever side of the Galaxy you happened to meet them.

"Let them have their fun out there... Give me a quiet lounge any day!"

He gave her a grin and then nodded as she took a drink of cider. Without the blaring lights of the club he could properly appreciate her modest beauty. Her red locks spread across her head in wisps of amber and the black dress only complemented her form. Though he did not dwell on this long, as she soon asked him about his career once more. Kark... He had to think. There was certainly an exciting job he had performed here and there, but they weren't in the service of any Government... Although, he might be able to twist it to that degree...

"If I had to choose... I had to hack through an individual's secure network to get their location. Multiple agents were after her on this jo-.. Mission, I mean. And I mean this person was dangerous, and she had set herself up with encoded files which would reveal her location. It wasn't much, but I cracked it and got her exact coordinates out of an encoded message. May not sound that exciting, but it really helped a lot of people out."

He had said his peace, but he was sure that she might ask more, and he dreaded the situation that might arise if she asked to see his credentials. He had to turn this around quick, and he was quite interested as well...

"That's all I have to say about that, but I am curious. What was your most exciting mission? Go on, flying through clouds of fighters? Zooming between the bridges of capital ships?.."



[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Sylvia listened with genuine interest as Marc described what he did. He was a slicer! Now it made sense. While the red-haired pilot wasn't much for machinations, she did feel that having a slicer to call on could come in handy. The Alliance Lieutenant had been on the inside of the First Order. She bore witness to the military build up that surrounding the Imperial organization. And frankly it made her nervous for the galaxy's well being.

"Very intriguing," she said. "I may need your hacking services one day."

With each sip of cider, Sylvia became a little more at one with the loveseat. Her body was relaxed now. She was enjoying the conversation, the muffled music and the companionship.

Her eyes widened when he asked about her most exciting mission. "Being a lower ranked pilot, my main assignments are normally escorting duties. I'm afraid it's not too exciting," she said, laughing. "But when I was with the First Order, I witnessed some things..."

Sylvia kept this vague because she couldn't quite put the pieces together of exactly what was happening, only that when she served for the First Order, she got the distinct sense that something big was about to unfold. Something malevolent. This feeling of dread and alarm swirled like a dangerous storm around her, until she finally had to leave, despite her somewhat staunch Imperial ideals.

"But maybe a slicer and a pilot could do exciting things together," Sylvia said. "I mean, a mission or something," she added quickly, although the flirtatious invitation had not been revoked by the way, the red-haired Lt. Nuru titled her head and gazed at Marc with bedroom eyes.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ashalah didn't know why she was here. A packed club like this was the last thing she needed. Someone here was bound to recognize her. However, she needed a night off. Besides, with such a large crowd, anyone who noticed her would lose her instantly. It wasn't like everyone who was there that night would recognize her. So in she went, dressed in the only nice outfit she owned; a dark blue dress the clung to her body, around only one shoulder. The skirt was knee-length, showing off black boots. She didn't normally dress like this, this outfit was more of a disguise to blend in. And she had a few tricks up her sleeve, or in this case down her boot, if anyone came asking for her.

There were so many people. Clustered around the bar, on the dance floor, even on the dancer's stage. To that, she only glanced at briefly. She never did like the art. If there was one thing she did like in here, it was drinking. And so she went to do just that. Moving through the crowd, not noticing anyone in particular, she reached the bar and ordered a Sunset Rum. While she waited, she took in the others clustered around the bar.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus nodded as she explained her experiences in the two navies. The military sounded as exciting as ever, and he had remembered multiple starfighter pilots talking about the supposed busy work that was guarding convoys and flying short patrols around Stations orbiting mining fields. Honestly, he knew it wouldn't suit him, but it was still interesting to hear about the average daily life of a pilot. At the mention of her experiences with the First Order, he knew that she must have seen some level of combat before. How much or how little she had seen was unbeknownst to him and it left him in a vague confusion of what she was actually capable of.

"I suppose I could be on call... Just send me a message if you need a door opened without explosives. Most people like it that way."

He gave her a nod and took a drink of the smooth cider that they had brought along. The sweet drink scratched at his throat slightly and he soon put it back onto the table. He took a short bit of time to think of his last experience with actual hacking, and it took him back to the Triad, which was always a good memory as it had given his skills a test, and the assignments had paid well enough to support him thus far. Of course he had done technical work for The Mandalorians, but nothing to the degree of what he did with that small organization, it was truly very exciting. His thoughts would have gone further if she hadn't stumbled on her words.

"I am sure we could think of something more exciting to do than work..."

He gave her a wink and a slightly coy smile, but yet again sipped at the cider. With each drop his eyes painted Sylvia to be more attractive than the last. Her features became smooth and he could not tell if it were the actual atmosphere of the room, or the drink that made her this way.


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The Navy was exciting, but it was also dangerous. While her military-minded father made sure that Sylvia knew every single defensive maneuver and had imparted wisdom on other safety precautions, including fire-proofing her uniform, being a pilot was not for the weak of heart. Perishing in a dogfight was a reality anytime she was deployed.

But for the most part, she tried not to think of these things. Being a part of something greater than herself gave her that sense of pride and accomplisment to keep going.

The red-haired pilot listened to Marc, leaning closer with interest. One more sip from the cider bottle ensured Sylvia was appropriately tipsy - enough to shake off some of her lingering social anxiety and adherence to strict moral codes while in public. She was no femme fatale, but given the right circumstances, she could be an expert coquette.

Her call sign was Red Devil after all. She didn't earn that title from being a wallflower.

She moved closer to Marc on the love seat, which was already quite cozy for two. With a slender, pale hand, she reached out to rest it next to the slicer's where it sat on the couch. Her thumb stroked the side of his palm. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, biting her bottom lip with anticipation of what was to follow.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus felt her penetrating gaze as he uttered those last words. She took one more drink of the Cider which properly finished it off and he felt himself leaning back into the loveseat in utter comfort. Soon he felt it, her hand had found it's way to his and it was then that her intentions were clear. Marcus smiled at her, as he was bound by no strict codes of morality, nor had he any type of military indoctrination which introduced discipline. No, he was a man who had come for a good time, and he would certainly leave with that.

Whatever reservations he still held were lost in her words and before she even finished that sentence, he had already leaned in and touched his lips to her's. It was light at first, but soon it became all the more involved. Under his jacket, his core had grown with a certain warmth that now went throughout his body in surges of energy. She was certainly something wonderful to find in a place like this, unique to the environment around her. Soon, however, he pulled back only slightly to see if she felt the same sympathies.

"It's just one thing we could do..."

Marcus held the pilot gently by her arms now, but she could certainly break away if she wanted, and he would not pursue if she felt that she needed to. Though he felt a certain amount of confidence that she would stick around, as he hoped he hadn't been that revolting.


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Marc's lips upon hers could not come soon enough. He kissed her tentatively at first until he realized she was receptive. Extremely receptive. As their makeout session became more heated, Sylvia moved her body closer still and wrapped one arm around Marc's neck, while the other hand wandered his torso. The smell of his cologne and the cider upon his lips, had the red-haired pilot in a trance. She realized she could do this until her lips became chapped, and her body was screaming for more.

When he pulled back, Sylvia mock fanned herself as if to say, that was hot. "If that's one thing, I'd like to try all of the others, please," she said, with that same mellifluous laugh that was designed to put him at ease. As Marc held her, she didn't pull away. Eventually she needed to find Muriel... or did she? Sylvia was always the good friend, the friend that made sure everyone got home safely at the end of a drunken night, while all others paired off with their one night stands. She reached into her handbag and dashed off a quick message to Muriel - find me at the hotel later - and then turned off her datapad so she wouldn't get her friend's frantic text messages. This was her short vacation after all. Marc was holomovie star handsome, and his lips were soft and inviting. She was ready to burn up the skies with this boy, determined to let nothing get in the way of a good time. Certainly not an impatient friend.

"Are you comfortable here, or do you want to go somewhere else?" she asked, limbs still twined around him.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Not really knowing what to do, Ashalah made her way down to the lower dance floor. She observed the thriving bodies on the floor, moving and throwing themselves around to the beat of the music. Her bright blue gaze scanned the crowd with partial disgust. People just letting themselves go, slaves to the music. She could never do that. Instead, the slightest bit of movement in the corner caught her attention. Feeling the movement with her montrals, she turned and stared at the figure lurking in the shadows of the corner.

She watched him for awhile, deducing that he was a simple security guard. She debated over going over to talk to him. He was only a guard, but so was she at a time. With a small smile on her grey lips, she fully turned towards him and approached. "Not really an exciting job you have if you can't join in the fun."

[member="Dion Kayl"]

 

[Dion Kayl]

As Dion was scanning the crowd for security infractions his peripheral vision detected someone approaching him; automatically, his irises shifted from their usual dull, sandy color to bright ember-orange, indicating the activation of his ocular targeting system. The individual his orange gaze locked onto was a Togrutan woman (this he knew only because he had been rigorously studying his Galactic Guide to Sentient Cultures in recent weeks) in a dark blue dress; his eyes traced her body, lingering momentarily upon her boots and the drink of Sunset Rum in her hand. When she spoke, his ultrasonic cyborg-hearing picked up each word despite the noise of the club. He was slightly surprised that, rather than expressing a security concern, she was attempting to engage him in conversation.

Although he took his security job very seriously, Dion's mother had instilled in him a certain empathy and respect for women-- he was loath to be rude to a lady under any circumstances. Relaxing his rigid, security-guard posture so as to not seem intimidating, Dion responded with the slightest of smiles, "I wouldn't know where to begin. Security work puts you in all kinds of places, but this is my first time in a club like this. It's kind of surreal." As he spoke, Dion's sharp metal teeth would glint in the flashing lights; these and his cyborg-jaw contrasted starkly with his otherwise human facial features. He added, "I hope you are having fun, though."

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

"I used to be a security guard myself." Leaning against the wall next to the man, she swirled the drink around in her cup. "It wasn't fun most of the time, but it payed well." Yeah, it pays to be the personal bodyguard of one of the most powerful and influential crime lords in all the galaxy. "I kind of left the business when my employer...no longer needed my services." It was hard to serve a master who had been killed.

When the guard asked if she was having fun, she shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "This isn't my usual type of fun. A friend recommended I go." She shrugged, taking another sip. "If by 'are you having fun' you mean am I not miserable and wanting to leave as soon as possible, then yes, I'm having fun."

[member="Dion Kayl"]

 

[Dion Kayl]

"Wow, no kidding?" Dion looked impressed when she mentioned that she also had worked security in the past. He chuckled knowingly and nodded in agreement that it wasn't easy work. He thought about asking her more about her employer, but decided against it; he knew that not everyone in this line of business was proud of the work they did, and sometimes, you ended up doing some pretty questionable things in the line of duty (James was generally a good man, Dion felt, but his business ventures certainly led into some grey areas). More than that, she'd said that her employer had no longer "needed" her, and he understood very well how bad it felt to be discarded-- best to keep things light on a night like this.

As she leaned against the wall, Dion stepped closer so that he could hear her and she him-- he was a good foot or so taller-- while remaining angled so that he could observe the dance floor with his peripheral vision. "I'm glad you're not miserable and wanting to leave." He smiled, mostly with his blonde eyes (he was still not completely used to smiling with his cyborg teeth and jaw). "That must mean it's an alright party." He watched her sip her drink-- it looked good. The drink, or her drinking it? Bit of both. The lights and music and movement all around created a carnival atmosphere that Dion found enlivening. "How do you usually prefer to have fun?"

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

She noticed him move closer, and she relaxed into the wall a little. It was important to get on people's good sides in these scenes. In case you needed something from them in the future. That's how she was taught growing up. But this guard wasn't so bad, not like one of many mindless goons she had encountered in this line of work. Maybe she should start thinking for herself, not taking everything she was told at face value. Now that her boss was gone, she didn't really have to blindly follow the Hutts and their iron-fisted rule. She began to consider getting a job somewhere else. With someone else.

"I grew up on Tatooine." She explained when the other asked about her methods of fun. "That's where I developed my skills with a blaster. I shot everything; womp rats, Caf cups, glass jars, scrap metal." She chuckled at the reminiscing of memories, swirling the drink around again. "That was my type of fun."

[member="Dion Kayl"]

 

[Dion Kayl]

Dion grinned, "You and my older brothers would get along. I'm from the planet Broest, it's an agriworld where pretty much everyone farms, and on my family's farm we always had our share of varmints popping up to eat our crops. My brothers bought a rusty old blaster and would spend every weekend competing to see how many crow-bats and mole-rabbits they could rack up." The fond memory made Dion slightly homesick. "They taught me to shoot old cans and such, but I was always a lousy shot. I still am actually-- I know that's not very assuring to hear from a security guard, but I guess that's why I specialize in melee combat. My brothers could always out-shoot me, but I could always wrestle them to the floor even though I was younger." Dion brushed a few strands of silver hair from his face, revealing a light-colored barcode imprinted in the center of his forehead-- he was usually self-conscious about it, but at the moment he'd forgotten it was there. "With our combined skills we could probably make a pretty effective team-- it's extremely nice having someone who's good with a blaster to cover your back. If you ever want work you should let me know. My name is Dion Kayl, by the way-- what's your name?"

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

"I wish I could meet them." Azetha took a sip of her drink, downing it in one gulp. She set the empty glass on a nearby table. With her hands free, she folded her arms loosely over her chest. "I bet I could out-shoot them." She chuckled, moving closer slightly. "I'm pretty alright at melee. There was this one fight I got into, beat this Mordukai without a weapon at all." She smiled at the memory.

"Wait, us being a team?" She fully turned towards him, a hand moving up to slide along one of her frontal lekku seductively, her hand moving along the membrane from her chin down towards her chest. "I'd like that." Her eyes flicked to the bar code on his forehead. "Azetha. I was looking for a job actually."

[member="Dion Kayl"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok Bursts through the door.

"Drinks are on me!"

 

[Marcus Lok]

He found the time to glance down at her datapad once she brought it out. Hopefully and more than likely she was putting her plans on hold, for he had no intentions of stopping this interaction so early on. She was certainly beautiful, and her passion only made him question why he didn't frequent places like this more often. He took the time to turn his own pad off, to cease any interaction between the outside world and himself. But this damned club... So noisy and interfering. They had to get away, he knew, and he couldn't take her back to his ship, as it was undergoing maintenance. That meant a hotel of some kind... It would have to do.

"Stay close to me... I know it won't be too hard for you."

With a wink, he stood up and took her hand. He left the Cider there, along with a few pillows that had clearly been disturbed, and walked from the room back into the loud flashing lights of the dance hall. It certainly was getting hectic in here, but he had plans to bring his own enjoyment elsewhere. He nearly tripped on a man who had passed out in the raging flood of dancers but soon they were at the door. He let her through first and followed only when he was sure that no one had seen them go. As they spilled onto the street, the muffled thooms of the bass could still be heard inside, but they were free now, and he soon lead her on to a night that she wouldn't forget.


[member="Sylvia Nuru"]

 

[Dion Kayl]

"Azetha," he repeated after her. "That's a pretty name." Most of the people he worked with were ugly mugs with little to no personality, but the thought of working with this woman made Dion feel a distinctly different kind of appeal-- she was exotic and beautiful, and he also sensed she was quite deadly, which made her somehow all the more attractive. When her fingers traced her smooth lekku, he felt the urge to reach out and caress one as well... then he remembered that he was on duty, and tried to push those kinds of thoughts out of his mind.

"Well, Azetha, I have to say I'm very interested to see you in action." He proffered a small business card with his security contractor credentials and contact info, glad now that he'd had them made. "You sound like a force to be reckoned with. I'll be glad to have you on my side."

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

"[member="Dion Kayl"]," she rolled his name around on her tongue, like chewing something savoury and sweet. "It will be a pleasure." He looked a bit older, but she had to keep him close. In the Cartel, you had to do a lot of sucking up to climb up the chain of command. 'Azetha' had lost count of how many dirty, Hutt fingers she had kissed. She could do the same for Dion. At least he was more attractive than one of those space slugs. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer after all. But Ash wasn't sure which one Dion would be in the long run.

He was interested in seeing her in action, even handing over a business card. She noticed his eyes flick down to her hand on her lekku and she gave a grin. She knew what people thought of her kind; exotic, beautiful, allusive, sexy. She had never used that appeal for her own gain before, but there was a first for everything. Moving a bit closer to Dion, she subtly lifted her chest up, promoting the copper skin of her chest as she took the card from him.

"I can't wait to show you what I can do." As she took the card, she let her fingers linger on his for a few moments. Gently hooking a finger around his, she slowly moved his hand closer to her exotic tendrils, but not close enough to actually touch. Releasing his hand, she slipped the card into her bra, possibly showing more than her dress would on its own.

 

[Dia Torr]

Dia sits at the bar, currently working through her third drink. This place was a lot nicer than the dives she usually frequented when she was planet, but a drink is a drink is a drink. Besides, she had just finished a lucrative run for some parts dealers and felt like treating herself.

As she finishes her glass, she turns in her seat and looks out at the people in the club. Everybody looked their best, and here she is in her piloting outfit. It's not like she has any nicer clothes, though. She mentally puts a shopping trip near the top of her to-do list as she swirls the ice in her empty glass and contemplates going in for drink #4.

"I suppose I could just spend the night planetside and lift off through my hangover tomorrow morning."

And then a man rushes in, offering drinks on him. It must be a sign from above!

"I'll take you up on that offer, hotshot!"

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok freaks out. He has never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. He quickly dusts off his burnt brown pilot's jacket and flashes a friendly smile at the Twi'lek.
"You got it hon'. I'll have a corellian whiskey."
He points to the bartender, and sits next to the woman.