Public Party Under the Dome

[Nora Laan]

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A sly smile accompaning a raised eyebrow was what Nora gave as Joran seemed to have guessed her drink of choice when she was not on duty, as it were. A shot of whiskey tended to be her nightcap for the evening. "I do have a nice collection of whiskey in my study at home. I could always use some more. And a dance would be perfect for this evening, if you can spare the time." She had already arranged a dance with Darth Reign tonight, yet had lost sight of him for the moment. So that would have to take place after she regains sight of him once more and he isn't preoccupied with another.

With a knowing nod, his suggestion of his fee overcoming thievery made sense. What else could she expect? Loyalty to the all might credit was the greatest loyalty of them all. "You would be properly compensated of course. There is no reason to concern yourself about that. And you are correct in your assumption on the type of shippers that we would seek to hire."

Nora had sip of her wine, nearly finishing it as another lady entered the conversation. She had clearly been listening in, apologising only to Joran and even made her own offer of work to the Captain. That in and of itself was amusing to her, for it would be entirely comical if the two were to go on a bidding war for the mountain of a man as though this was some charity dating auction, to which she couldn't help but offer a playful quip. "The Captain here offers many services he tells me. I mean just look at him. So suave and charming, not to mention very easy on the eyes. Should I give you both some privacy?"

Tags: Joran Del-Finn Magdalena Bloodscrawl

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

Objective: BAR
Tags: Nora Laan Magdalena Bloodscrawl

"I do have a nice collection of whiskey in my study at home. I could always use some more. And a dance would be perfect for this evening, if you can spare the time."

"It's settled then, yeah? A dance sometime tonight," Joran could dance, why not? He was no G'rrzak Six-legs, a famous Dug that he saw perform on the N'ed Sullyvnn Show on the holo as a kid but he could go if the occasion called for it. "And a drink a whiskey in your study at a later date." He should really save the cheek for after contracts were drawn up and signed but so far the prime minister didn't seem to find him too abrasive. He found her interesting enough for a politician with her gold curls and glittering dress.

It was almost too bad they were getting along so well.

"Not concerned at all prime minister," he shooed away that notion with a wave of his hand. He moved his head from side to side exaggeratedly "I trust that you can afford it."

The conversation was going very very well, it was looking like all that need to be settled was the numbers and that was just details.
The prime minister's wine was getting low and Joran's glass was still empty, he looked again for the barman, can't toast a successful partnership with an empty glass after all when someone new sidled up to the pair.

"Pardon my interruption, good sir, but I couldn't help but notice you seem to be in the market for work...and the company I represent would be very interested in acquiring your services..." Magda said

Another woman and another job offer. His cup runeth over. His first instinct had been to tell her to feth off for interrupting but the offer for work changed his tune before ever started playing.

Before Joran had a chance to respond to the newcomer, the prime minister interjected playfully.

"The Captain here offers many services he tells me. I mean just look at him. So suave and charming, not to mention very easy on the eyes. Should I give you both some privacy?"

Full of surprises.

He thought as he spared the golden haired woman a glance.

"The prime minister speaks quite kindly, but not a word of it is untrue," he said "Captain Joran Del-Finn." Joran held his hand out to take the dark-haired woman's in his. If she was so inclined to offer her had, he would just like he hair with the prime minister lightly brush a gentlemanly kiss across the back, quite respectfully it must be mentioned but not too respectfully either. A delicate balance.

"I'm sorry, love but I did not catch your name nor that of the company you claim to represent."

Work was good, work was important, and work was what he had come to New Cov hoping to find, well that and maybe a different bed to wake up, he'd found the work and the night was still young. What was more important however was making sure he wasn't getting into bed with the wrong kind of people, you know, Jedi or Sith or big sector spanning government. Joran preferred to cater to locals.

To be transparent, Joran would have no problem working with or taking credits from individual Jedi or some Sith but never would he get caught working for either Order. That was too close to picking a side and picking a side meant cutting off half his sources of income, fools work. Morals were for the rich and the full.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Oh, I always make the droid carry everything. No reason not to. Meanwhile you got community service. Seems about fitting for a Jedi, I suppose."

Lysander von Ascania mentioned taking time away studying in the library. Persephone wondered if that was what he did in most of his free time. Seemed like it. She wasn't sure if the teenager was academically inclined, didn't have many friends, or was merely driven to accomplish his goals.

"So, this guy is bigger than a wookie in physical size or are we talking about spirit? It would seem hard to make wookies feel small but I don't know every species in the galaxy so highly possible someone is out there bigger than them. Wouldn't surprise me."

Persephone danced smoothly with the fellow teenager. A less difficult dance, it was easy to keep up with Lysander leading. Anything more complicated though and she would be in trouble, her lessons had in all reality just begun. For her, it was more about fitting into these types of events than a real hobby.

Brows furrowed when Lysander mentioned Corazona von Ascania .Did Lysander not want to see his sister? Again, she was lost on how sibling dynamics actually worked. Perhaps avoiding them and being embarrassed was commonplace.

Keeping Lysander's hand in hers, she was spun away, graceful in her movements. Ballet classes had at least helped so she didn't look like a wild bantha charging across the dance floor.

"Hello Miss Cora."