Private Night Life is the Salve of the Soul

[Lossa Aureus]

Coruscant Hotel - Top Floor, 85A
Outfit - Bracelet - Heels
Zane Cameron​

She managed to inject enough humor into her smile to keep it silly rather than the grimace it was meant to be. She really hadn't wanted to have that conversation with Sid this late in the day. Especially when he was already so entrenched in his duties with Zeriana and would no doubt make sure to scrutinize every little detail he could about her... friend.

No matter how much she appreciated the droids help, she didn't want to complicate an already complicated matter.

Not that she had helped that in any way. Being as cryptic as she had not meant to be. Something she was genuinely regretting in the moment of his company. Then again she'd let her own jaded view skew things and steer the evening. And hadn't backpedaled quickly enough to remedy it. But, hopefully, next time. The thought of a next time sent nervous flutters through her stomach as he grinned at her. Force she hoped for a next time.

Giving her best sultry look at the mention of needing privacy with a grin of her own. Playing with the necklace of her outfit as he opened the door for her, as much pulling her in as inviting. Eyes wide as the door shut behind her.

And she found herself pressed against it.

"Desert it is." Humor had flitted across her mind at his food comment. But humor was quickly pushed aside when he kissed her. Touched her cheek and pulled himself close to her. As much as the bracelet helped to keep her in check, she found herself at some point losing it in his room.

But that was a worry for morning Lossa to deal with.

Next Morning​

She was awake and moving before him and morning Lossa firstly had to fetch herself some water.

If only for the budding ache in the back of her head and the dry mouth. Bare feet padding across the cool floor with a silence that spoke of practice as she opened the closet and spied his uniform with a sip from the cup she'd found. Glancing back at him with a grin as her hand pulled the lipstick from her discarded pants and applied it a touch heavy with a nervous glance thrown to his sleeping form. Light hadn't yet pierced the windows thankfully as she returned his uniform as best she could with her added touch to the inside of the collar.

Eyes wide in the twilight of the room to find her way towards the door.

Frowning at the contents of the fridge while her brain finally began to process everything. Standing on one leg while crossing the other to get her morning stretches in as the pan sizzled and announced her efforts. Looking over her shoulder when the air shifted, and the energy with it to see Zane joining her. Smiling at him as she finished the first portion and slid it over to a plate for him. Setting down the glass of water alongside it she'd been drinking from.

"Get enough sleep?" As much teasing as it was a genuine question as she leaned against the counter.

 

[Zane Cameron]

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"Hnnnghh..."

It was the only response he could muster, as he joined her in the living room of the hotel room. His hair was a mess, his body sore and his head was throbbing from all the drinks last night. Normally, he wouldn't have even remembered his time at the club, but with his current company, how could he forget? Every part of his memory was vivid. From seeing her alone at the bar, to pulling her inside his room and-

He stopped himself and flashed her a grin.

"...I can't complain." He sat down on a stool by the counter and reached for the plate. "This smells so good, right now. Thank you for making it." He stirred around the contents of his plate, and dug in with an abnormally large bite.

He was starving after all that physical exertion.

"You sleep okay? I hope I wasn't snoring." Some of his flight mates had told him he snored in the past, but that could have just as easily been their attempt to mess with him. Then again, he usually slept alone, so he had no idea if he was annoying at night. Maybe he just shifted around a lot, or even kicked whoever laid beside him.

Which reminded him again.

"I uh, never asked, but what's got you having to run early in the morning? Not drinking the night before your Jedi duties, are you?" he teased, though he was genuinely curious.

Lossa Aureus ​

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Coruscant Hotel - Top Floor, 85A
Outfit - Bracelet - Heels
Zane Cameron​

Her lips curled with a tiny snicker to herself. His first greeting of the morning being what it was, she couldn't blame others for not having the liquor stamina her own kind had. She'd woke up with the tingle of a hangover, never mind what he might have woke up with.

Matching the grin he flashed with her own as he drew the plate towards himself and began to eat. Well.

Devour.

She had cooked a number of meals in the past for family and friends alike. Strangers at times even when she was helping with local drives wherever they sprung up. This moment though. Watching him for just a few seconds softened the wicked grin into a smile.

Was this how other people were in their daily life? In their own homes and enjoying the quiet moments?

His question brought her out of the thought. Along with her attention, a little grin at the possible teasing, though not nearly as sharp as it had been prior.

"If you were snoring, it didn't wake me. Too tired to notice, maybe?" Having been informed of the fact that she slept like the dead, it wouldn't have surprised her if he had snored. Space was an easier place for her to sleep than planet side in much the same vein as the noise of the ship was far more easing than the more natural ambience of any resort or sound.

His question was expected. She'd been asking herself what the answer would be before he had even thought to ask. And she had been turning the thought over in her head once more since she had first opened her eyes. A gnawing sort of guilt at being evasive the first time.

The worry of a good thing ending too soon in her own eyes was her own guess. In the time it took her to sigh, she replayed the imaginary conversation she would have had with Briana Sal-Soren about the matter. No doubt one they would habe when Bri figured out something was up, and did her own snooping.

It was a welcome thing though. A perpetual voice of reason she could carry with her. A way to regain balance when her own senses wanted to be anything but that.

Turning to face him as she leaned against the counter with one arm propping her chin up.

The grin fading as she pursed her lip. Eyes narrowing as if to take stock of him a little better now. Abruptly ending the silence with a huff. He'd either run or be cautious. And it was better to rip the bacta-bandage off before it got comfortable.

"Personal business, actually. Taking my daughter to see her aunt and her soon to be uncle." Anxiety danced along her spine as she tried to continue cooking as casually as possible. "She's being watched by the Droid I talked about last night. The chatter box."

She wanted to fill the air with words. Wanted to keep speaking. The sizzling pan in front of her kept spitting and popping though as she yanked her hand back and turned off the burner.