Ships In The Night

[Miss Blonde]

Christophsis was considered an overall operational failure. While they had secured the release of two wanted criminals, they had lost way more money than they gained. Honestly it was something that Miss Blonde hated more than most things, even more than mushy cereal. But Christophsis did yield some benefits, there were a few interesting people that showed up to play. From well known criminals to Sith, it seemed everyone wanted a piece of the pie that was the failed state. Though one stuck out in particular to Miss Blonde, a Sith Lord had bothered to show up, a [member="Darth Abyss"] who while didn't do much in the short time they were there, had still decided to grace them with their unholy presence.

Being the curious person that she was, Blonde decided to reach out towards the specter of a person who Blonde didn't know much about. She didn't even know if they were a man or a woman, but one thing was certain was that they had power and she wanted to know why they were there to help in the first place. She had exhausted all of her contacts to try and track them down, but eventually she got through to a signal that technically didn't exist, to a communicator that also didn't exist. They were careful, Blonde liked that.

The message was quick and simple. They were to meet at the Dragon Palace Casino and talk about certain subjects that pertained to the future. She even promised to make it worth their while, most likely with monitory rewards and the like.

But Blonde would wait, she'd sit back in her office and await the arrival of the Sith Lord. It was relatively late at night and of course the casino was booming with people, and while it probably wasn't the best idea to invite a Sith to a crowded casino, she extended enough trust towards them to show she wasn't afraid of them or what they might do. That or she couldn't really care less what they did to the money sheep.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss was more then surprised when a message reached his private communicator, especially one that wasn't send by any of the people he considered his allies. He had done everything he could to mask his existence, only revealing himself as a shadow that sometimes appeared on the battlefield, bringing chaos with him, only to be gone the second the bloodshed was over. Until now this behaviour had served him well, now someone managed to track him down, but luckily enough this person had an invitation for him. He had always imagined that the day someone would find him against his will, he would've been greeted by a fleet and an army right on his doorstep. This certainly was a more likable option.

It was the first time that his travels lead him on Antecedent, a world he had heard little about, but one that seemed like it was very well suited to his taste. His first home of choice had been Coruscant, and after the fall of the One Sith, Nar Shaddaa took its place. He loved the pulsating cityscapes, the never ending flow of money and people, the always shifting dynamic of power by corruption, by crime and by politics. At first he had considered to make his journey in disguise, to keep a low profile but he had been invited after all. Not that he needed to make an great entrance for his ego, but what simpler way to inform todays host about his arrival than a set of confused, and maybe even scared, security guards and casino guests alike. Whoever had the guts to invite a sith into a place like this surly could share a laugh about it later on.

Shrouded in a ragged, black robe he made his way to the casinos entrance. The piece of cloth was old and tattered, yet it was in no way dirty. Most of his face was hidden behind a strangely formed wooden mask, only his mouth, chin and his yellow glowing eyes visible behind it. On his head rested a odd looking metal construct that could be described as a crown with the right amount of imagination, but it was barley visible below the hood of his robe. Despite the fact that the lower half of his right leg was made completely out of metal, his steps were absolutely soundless, further enforcing his ghost like appearance. The guest waiting in line to enter the casino showed a variety of emotions as the sith lord moved passed them, cutting the line straight to the guard that was keeping an eye on the entrance.

"I have been invited. Would you mind leading me to my host?"

It might sounded like a question at first glance, but Abyss was sure that the guard understood that this wasn't just an inquiry, but a command just hidden behind more socially acceptable words.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

At first sight of the Sith Lord, Blonde's personal assistant and right hand man shivered a bit as he watched from a distance. Mister Orange, or Tim as Blonde called him, mustered up all his courage and stepped forward to where the guards tried their best to not crap themselves. It wasn't like they were cowards or anything, they just normally had to deal with the occasional drunk or rival gang member, never a Sith Lord. So with his most calm and professional walk he made his way over to Abyss and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Miss BLOND-" his voice cracked out of fear, it was only mildly embarrassing.

"Miss Blonde will see you now. She thanks you for accepting her invitation. Please follow me." He said with a slight bow.

The orange haired man would then turn around and lead the Dark Lord of the Sith up to the penthouse suite. It was a relatively quiet trip with Tim doing his best not to urinate himself. He probably had nothing to fear though, a polite house guest wouldn't just go around snapping the necks of the people you mildly cared about. But that still didn't stop the slightest amount of urine from staining his briefs.

With the further internal embarrassment done with, the turbo lift doors would open for the two at the top of the casino and it would lead into the penthouse which took up the entirety of the floor. Everything was decked out in luxurious splendor and decor, almost a French rococo style of furnishing. Tim would usher the man out into the penthouse and the elevator doors would close behind him.

"Fix yourself a drink, the bar is on your right. It's not poisoned I promise." A feminine laced robotic voice echoed around the Sith from an intercom directing him to the bar.

"I'll be right there." It was of course the voice of Miss Blonde who was more than likely getting her hair ready for the meeting. Despite her being a ruthless crime lord she was still a girl at heart.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

If it weren't for the years he had spend on training his face to show no emotion, the sight and sound of the personal trying their best to keep their calm would've probably made him laugh constantly until he and the orange haired man reached their destination. It never failed to fascinat him that even the words Sith Lord were enough to make many men shiver in fear, not to talk about being in such close range to a real one. Over time the sith had earned their reputation as mindless butchers, randomly violent and absolutely unpredictable. While the last bit was true, at least for Abyss, he had no desire to slaughter innocent people simply for fun. Sure he had killed many that didn't deserved it, if it helped him to reach his goals, but he never felt enjoyment in those slaughters. Actually he never felt anything at all when his blade came down to take a live as he had done it once to often by now. But where would be the fun in all this if he would pass on this information to men of [member="Miss Blonde"]? He actually even felt a small bit of respect for the man that guided him to the place of the meeting, so my because he managed to af least keep up a facade of professionalism.

The room he had entered from the turbolifts was filled with decadence, with luxus and riches that would awake the greed in many common man and sith alike. To Abyss it meant nothing, he was content with admiring the style and architecture, trying to pinpoint the creation location and time of the more interesting objects.

Then the word bar was spoken by a robotic voice, and without even thinking about it Abyss made his way towards it to see what was in stock. Many sith and jedi frowned when alcohol was mentioned as it dulled the connection to the force, but he found quite a bit too much enjoyment in a good drink to give it up completely. After a few moments he fished out a bottle of corellian whysik, his favourite, and a small glass from the bar. After filling the glass, he downed the shot as soon as it touched his lips. With a satisfied grin, a emotion he allowed himself now out of sight of the common men, he refilled his glass, and turned to the middle of the room, waiting for his host to arrive, while taking small sips of whysik every now and then.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was a big name in the galaxy. It always inspired some kind of emotion, whether it was good or bad the woman didn't really care. It was enough for her knowing that people were aware of her existence, she was infamous and at times feared. It was something that she was quite proud of to be honest. Though as big as her name got, she always appreciated the weight it carried. Since in all reality, it made her seem bigger than she really was. And she didn't mean that in the metaphorical sense, she meant that physically.

When she stepped into the main room from out the bedroom it would dawn upon Abyss that this was the first time they had physically laid eyes on each other. And the crime lord whose name invoked so much emotion and carried all that weight, she was tiny. Well she wasn't as short as a jawa or an Ugnot, but she was about five feet even in her dress shoes. She was a very small and very petite woman with a few curves and a perky chest that was mildly hidden behind her suit and tie. And of course adorned on her face, the woman wore her signature force imbued gas mask that shielded her mind and identity from the force, a mental force field that made sure she was truly anonymous. Even with her face covered one might imagine her face was quite pleasant and went hand and hand with the rest of her body.

"Darth Abyss, so glad you could make it. Welcome to the Dragon Palace Casino, it's a pleasure to have you." Blonde's feminine robotic voice said in a very professional but happy tone.

She would look the man up and down and assess him, he seemed like a rather scary individual, but then again most Sith Lord's were. So that wasn't anything surprising, but what did catch her eye was the mask. She felt some power come off it, but it was only a bit compared to the rest of the reservoir that was abyss.

"I hope I didn't keep you too long." She said as she adjusted her long blonde hair.

She would walk over to Abyss and the bar and it was of course a little too tall for her for anyone to really take her serious standing next to it. So she hopped herself up on a barstool and looked over to the masked Sith once she was settled.

"I'm not going to sit here and continue to make small talk now that pleasantries have been dispensed, Sith." She said with a bit emphasis on Sith.

"What do you want from me?" A rather straight forward question.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

[member="Miss Blonde"] didn't exactly looked like he had imagined her, at least not based on the many mentions of her name in all circles of the underworld, or her reputation. Yet Abyss was to smart to judge because of something so meaningless as her height and overall optic, as he had learned the hard way that there was almost always more then the eyes could see. The thing he already enjoyed the most about this meeting was the fact that she, like him, obscured her identity, so he didn't felt the need to remove his mask.

It wasn't very polite, but as it was fitting for a man also known by the title "the Mindeater" he couldn't resist to at least try to get a peek into her thoughts. He never even got far beyond the thought, as soon as his mind extended he could feel the complete lack of any readable thoughts. If it was due to an object she carried with her, or because of the blood in her veins he couldn't tell for sure, not that it was important anyway.

"Thank you for inviting me, Miss Blonde. And no, the bar kept me occupied long enough to not make my wait tiresome."

His voice was filled with the smallest hint of friendliness, but overall the only thing it really audible was the lack of any real emotion in it. It wasn't like her professionalism, more like a true absence and distance from something so trivial as feelings.

After she had taken place on the barstool besides him, her tone changed as they changed from small talk to the real reason he had been invited. It was pretty straight forward, but Abyss actually enjoyed the lack of further small talk only for the sake of politeness. He took a moment to think about his answer. His reasons were rather simple in the end, but they still needed an explanation.

"Many of my kind, the sith, are plagued by a blindness and have been for long. They wish to take control over the galaxy, yet all the build is short lived. To their surprise strength does not grant them farsightedness."

The last sentence was spoke with clear sarcasm, and followed by a quick chuckle that was gone as fast as it had appeared.

"The sith order will sooner or later make the same mistakes as any sith organization before it, and then inevitably break apart. I on the other hand wish to work with those that truly have the potential to still hold power many years from now. Individuals like you, Miss Blonde."

 

[Miss Blonde]

With her mask firmly on her face, the LED light lenses would shift from their normal yellow to a more curious ice blue as she stared at the Sith and listened to his words. Thankfully the lights on the mask adjusted, it helped her convey emotion since you know, mask. But what the Sith spoke was true, sarcasm or not. A lot of Sith didn't really plan for the future, it was power in the now. Empires always came and went, but Blonde had been a crime lord since she was twenty four, and that was over a decade ago now. So at least this Sith had the right idea of trying to secure power while not being horribly greedy like his cohorts.

"I see." Blonde said as she looked over to the alcohol sitting at the end of the bar.

Extending her hand the woman would allow the man to get an answer to one of his previously thought out questions on her blood. With the force flowing through her hand she called over a unmarked bottle of some kind of clear liquid, and poured it into a glass. As if it were second nature the woman reached to the side of her mask and a tube extended out to plop down into the drink. A few pumps in the mask would then suck up some of the liquid and Blonde would have herself a drink.

"You flatter me, Sith." She said as she looked up from her drink at [member="Darth Abyss"]

"So it's security you seek. Sustainable power in the midst of a chaotic galaxy. It's certainly not an easy thing." Blonde would then refill her drink and adjust herself in her seat.

"Well if we're going to work together than we'll have to somewhat trust each other now won't we?" Blonde would then have her mask suck up the fresh drink and deposit it into her mouth before her hand would smack onto the bar.

"Let's play a game then. To help get to know one another a little better. Besides, you flew all the way out here to the fringes of the galaxy. There's no reason why you can't have a little fun. Blonde let out her own little chuckle and smiled under her mask with the lights shifting from blue to a light green.

"We have all of tomorrow to discuss business. Right now you're a guest in my home. So have you ever heard of the game Never Have I ever?" She asked the man in a very genuine tone.

Honestly Blonde was a ruthless crime lord, and everyone expected her to want to kill or be a hundred percent serious all the time. But it was the end of the work week, and here she was alone in a penthouse with a Sith Lord having drinks. These situations couldn't write themselves better. For once she wanted to have the slightest bit of fun and maybe get a little work done as well.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Her display of the force was only partly surprising to him. She was the head of the most influential crime syndicate in the galaxy right now, so he had already figured that she had some kind of power to balance out her physical shortcomings. Again a slight chuckle appeared on his face as he watched her down a drink through her mask, a rather strange and complex looking process for something so simple than taking a drink. In return he downed the small amount of whysik still left in his glass, and refilled it instantly afterwards. He wasn't a regular drinker, but he could hold his liquor well enough, a skill he had picked up in dirty, rundown bars all over the galaxy. If someone was to make deals in the underworld, at least a bit of tolerance towards booze was simply mandatory.

"My words were not meant to flatter you, I only said what I believe is true."

Then she spoke about trust, and more importantly about working together. This meeting seemed to turn more pleasant by the minute. Not only did it lack the constant hosilty a meeting between sith had, but it already had brought him a step closer to his goals in a rather short time.

"I will not lie to you [member="Miss Blonde"]. I do not believe in trust, or loyalty to anyone but myself. But that has not to worry you, as long your syndicate is a influential as it is now, loyalty to myself means loyalty to you."

A drinking game? Abyss could barely remember the last time he had participate in one, as it had been before the time he had taken on the name and hood of a sith. It was a half faded memory, but in all honestly he found the thought intriguing. The leader of the most powerful criminal organisation and a lord of the sith having a drink together was already a rare situation, but these to figures playing a game around drink was probably a situation that was one of a kind in the galaxys history. He downed his drink once more, and placed roughly the same amount of whysik back in his cup.

"I know the game, but it has been quite a while since I last played it, or any drinking game for that matter. There is a reason why the sith are not known for their partys."

This time he showed a grin which did not fade in a matter of seconds. He had been to one party hosted by a sith, and it had been filled with passive aggressive conversations and a constant feel of distrust.

"You are the host, so I leave it to you to begin."

His right took hold of his whysik as he looked at what was probably the strangest woman he had meet besides his master. Crime lord during the week and party girl on the weekends wasn't what he had expected. But well, there were definitely worse ways to spend a few hours.

 

[Miss Blonde]

A smirk formed under Miss Blonde's mask and even though the Sith Lord couldn't see it, the energy in the air and her body posture conveyed that she was quite excited for this. This was the first time in a long while that she was able to cut loose for a few hours and have a drink. Everything was kill this or rob that, it got annoying after a while. Hopefully Darth Abyss wouldn't turn out to be annoying either, Sith Lords weren't the greatest of company, but there was something special about him. Either that or it was the alcohol.

"Alright, here are the rules. I say Never have I ever followed by a statement that's a question to you. So let's say Never Have I Ever worn an excessive amount of tattered clothes. Then of course you'd take a drink because damn get a tailor." Blonde quickly explained the rules to the man which were pretty simple. It was a way for the two of them to get to know each other while having a bit of fun.

"And of course if you haven't done something like that then you don't drink. Then you ask me a question. I assure you nothing is off the table." And just like that they were ready to go.

Grabbing a few shot glasses from the side of the bar, the crime lord set them up and would fill them with hard liquor. One by one the small glasses would become full and they were pretty much set. It reminded her of her youth, when she was growing up on Zeltros with her younger sister and their family. She'd drink and dance the night away under the security of the Republic, they were good times. But they were gone now, and what was left was cold hard reality. What had been a wide eyed blonde haired angel of a woman was now a death dealing gun running crime lord having drinks with an equally despicable man. The things we did for our family.

Miss Blonde shook off the feelings of the past and then looked over to Abyss. She'd of course start things off a little light, and work her way from there. She didn't want to scare the Sith off after all. With her LED light visor fixed on the Sith, she would ask the first question.

"Never have I ever been shot." Blonde said with a chuckle at the end.

If he had asked that question she'd probably have to drink multiple times.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

For the first time in a very long while Abyss allowed himself to laugh out loud. Not his normal inhuman fake laugh used to intimidated his enemies, but a natural one that actually carried amusement with it. His ragged robe was as much part of his trademark appearance as his mask, but never once had someone called him out on it. Someone living in luxury like her would probably feel a slight level of disgust if she knew that he had worn this robe for several years by now, only switching it out for other clothes on rare occasions were he had to mask his identity.

The rules were set. He rembered them from his live before the sith, he almost never forget things he did not intend to, but a refresh nevere hurted. Her first question was a simple one, probably to ease out a bit. Sooner or later they would get more delicate without a doubt, it was what always happened when such a game and alcohol were combined. Without any hesitation he downed a shot.

"If I had to drink for every time I was shoot, we would definitely need more drinks."

His eyes rested on her mask, studying her the best he could without seeing her face. While he certainly would enjoy this in the most simple way, he wouldn't pass up on the opportunity to use this game to find out more about her, beyond her mask. And he was sure that she would do the same.

"Never have I ever used the force to impress someone."

Following her lead for this first few rounds he picked a rather lighthearted question. If he would start out with the more dark or more delicate right away, chances weren't to slim that the game would end far sooner that he had anticipated. They were barley behind strangers right now, and while this had been a rather pleasurable encounter they were both aware that this could shift in a matter of seconds. That was the risk when two so dangerous individuals were given alcohol and the opportunity to ask each other very personal things.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

To impress someone? No. But to intimidate someone, yes. Essentially they were more or less the same thing, they showed someone how powerful you were until they got the message. Some bounty hunter had tried to shoot Miss Blonde and with a pair of bracelets she crafted, a TK barrier they spawned made very little work of the would be hunter's bolts. That was the key to converting people, show them that you were leagues ahead of them in power and they'd come flocking to you for protection and power. She had learned that lesson a while ago and it always held true. But as for the game, she'd plop her straw down into the shot glass and it would suck up the shot until it vanished in her mask.

"Bounty hunters, such simple creatures. I told him I'd give them a twenty second head start after I showed them." Blonde also let off a genuine chuckle before setting the empty shot glass aside.

Now it was her turn to ask a question. This one of course had to be a bit more personal, it couldn't be a walk in the park like her previous one. It had to carry a bit of weight. But what could you ask a Sith Lord? Perhaps something involving their organization? While this was something that was fun, it could also be useful to gather any vital Intel in the man. So with a few thoughts, she settled on a decent question that she could certainly drink to but wasn't quite sure he could.

"Alright tough guy, I got one for you." Blonde said as her mask's lights held at their current happy and pleasant green.

"Never have I ever helped a coup of a major or minor galactic power." She could most certainly drink the night away on this.

Blonde wasn't always a crime lord after all, she was once a CEO of a well known company and was pretty proud of it. But that was a bit of a secret, something that Abyss may never really find out about her. Though that was probably the case for her as well when it came to him. They were both similar in those regards, people who kept their identities a secret. The past was sacred to them, and details to who they really were often came at a price. Though tonight, everything was just slightly different. It was nice to do something like this and break away from the murderous norm.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss shared her chuckle. After all this game was neither about the questions nor about the drinks, but about the small glimpses of anecdotes that slipped out every once in a while. Now he knew a very small part of a longer story, which in the end always made it even more intriguing. The unknown, the incomplete had an effect on the human mind, it awoke curiosity and fantasy, it created stories and ideas that filled in the blanks that were lacking.

Her next question told him that they had left the small talk territory by now, and had moved on to the more important questions. She had chosen a question that wasn't entirely personal, but more aimed to uncover what he had done in his live to stand were he did. He didn't overlooked how smart this approach was, at one hand allowing him to shroud himself in mystery for a bit longer while still learning rather vital information. Again he downed a shot without a second thought about it, as his mind was occupied with finding a good hint of an anecdote to do the same to her mind, that hers had done to his. He hadn't simply taken part in more than one coup in his time with the one sith, he even had been the orchestrator of a few. The greatest had probably been the massacre of metellos, were he had slowly replaced state officials, politicians and other core members of public service. It ended with planet wide blackout, and jammed communications, which allowed the One Sith intelligence under the command of Abyss to share are large number of faked news reports for the rest of the galaxy which told about the heroism of the one sith army and their efforts to help the population.

"It still puzzles me how many fools believe everything the media tells them."

Like her before he made a slight chuckle. It wasn't the best line he ever came up with, but it should do the job. Now it was time to return her gesture, and gather some knowledge about the notorious [member="Miss Blonde"]. At first he was tempted to ask a question that would help him learn about the syndicate, but there was no rush in this. Instead he choose a question that carried a bit more humours potential.

"So little one, here I have one for you. Never have I ever killed someone for a comment about my height."

A grin stayed on his face as he spoke. The internal irony coupled with the possibility of a sudden violent death made the combination of a joke and a very slight insult to intriguing to pass up on it.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blonde had killed a lot of people for a lot of different reasons. Like a lot of people. Like a lot a lot of people. From debts to suspicions of betrayal. Hell, she even splattered her own loyal guard's brains onto the floor just to get her point across to whoever it was she was questioning. Oh don't you judge her, it was a Gamorean, no one likes those pigs. But had she ever killed anyone for her height? That was a good question, and to answer it she ceremoniously lifted the shot glass up into the air towards her mask, and then promptly set it back down again.

"You'd like it if I were that insecure, wouldn't you?" Blonde said in a playful tone towards the Sith.

"Don't act like you weren't staring at my ass when I went grabbed the glasses." Blonde giggled, she actually giggled.

And what was worse was that she caught herself doing it afterwards. Flirting somewhat with a Sith Lord. It was almost an unconscious act even, perhaps a bit more she drank the less Miss Blonde was in control. Because at the end of it all deep down inside her, there wasn't evil. That girl from Zeltros was alive, and she missed flirting, she missed drinking and dancing, and she missed waking up and starting the day smelling like someone else's body wash. But for now Miss Blonde cleared her throat and let out a little humor filled scoff.

"We'll save that for later. But for now. Never have I ever been married." What? Seriously what? Blonde's mouth spoke for her on that, was she trying to find out if he was single?

It was still a valuable piece of information, find out if he has a weakness through others that can be exploited. But that wasn't really why she asked, at least that's what she thought. She would eventually find her center and ensure herself that she wasn't doing what she thought she was. Though even she knew that was somewhat of a lie. Truth be told Miss Blonde was lonely. Jarven had been her life, and he was gone now. The only thing left of him was the pain she felt and the cold empty space on the other side of the bed.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Sadly she couldn't see as his eyebrow was raised behind his mask, forming a expression that could only be described as pleasant surprise. He couldn't even really object what she said, he indeed had noticed that she was a good looking woman. Yet, like he had played with her staff before by deliberately holding back information, he would do exactly that right now. Alcohol was a fascinating substance, that could even bring out the more human side in both a infamous crime lord and a lord of the sith. Under other circumstances the chances of the two of them ending up flirting were rather slim, but when live was only filled with violence, stress and struggle, something as simple as a drink and a stupid game could feel like a week long vacation from reality.

Then she asked the next question. This time he didn't had to take a drink, but again this was a good opportunity to provoke her, in a playful way. His right extend to a shot, and very slowly he moved it to his lips. He was about to take a sip, the liquid already touching his mouth, when he stopped and a small grin formed on his face. As slowly as he had lifted it up, he placed the shot back from where he took it. In his youth he did had a few relationships but they never had been anywhere close to serious. As an acolyte of the sith he had a short lived but intense connection to a witch, but the fire faded as quickly as it came. Since then he had been alone, to distant from reality and humanity to really consider a bond with another being.

"I never got that far. Most girls leave when they realize that I have not lied about being a sith to impress them. The others leave when they realize that I have lied about being a good chef."

Again he grinned. His statement was completely made up besides the part about his lack of cooking skills, as the one girl he was close to since was a sith never cared that he was a sith. The booze started to affect him as well, and for some reason he wasn't yet ready to figure out he deemed it necessary to try to make her laugh, even if it meant telling bad, half baked jokes.

"Never have I ever been more than friends with a business partner or employee of mine."

Now he was as clearly flirting with her as she was with him. After all he had come here to discuss making business with her. This had turned out to be one of the most interesting events he had experienced in years.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Lucky you." Blonde said almost envious of the man.

That answer would give a hint to Abyss that Blonde had been or was married at one point in her life. However in reality she'd been married twice. The first time around she was nineteen and got cold feet, after giving birth to her eldest daughter she decided she wasn't ready to be a wife and mother and ditched them both. It was one of the bigger mistakes of her life, one she still deeply regretted. While her first husband was an idiot, he was her idiot and he always had a way of making her smile. One of the most painful moments of her life was getting the call that the father of her children had been killed on Coruscant fighting the Sith. Then there was Jarven, the love of her life. The man that rescued her from going down that dark path of pain and anger, he'd been missing in action for months now, and in all likelihood he was dead. Another husband lost to violence. As powerful and influential as Miss Blonde was, she couldn't save the ones she loved. Marriage was pain.

But thankfully Abyss was a good conversationalist. His jokes and demeanor made her giggle again, and she felt happy. Genuine and real happiness that she had not felt in a long time. It was almost ironic really, a Sith and a criminal finding pleasure in each other's company. They were even flirting with one another, and while Blonde had gauged this guy to be in his twenties, she wasn't too old for him. Despite her youthful looks due to special anti aging technology, she was about to push forty. Body of a twenty three year old, mind of forty year old, best of both worlds really.

The question did eventually come and of course she had to drink to it. She'd been involved with a few people she worked with, and while none of which occurred while she was married, they did in fact happen.

"You got me." Blonde said as she lowered the tube into the drink to have it quickly suck up the liquid.

With the shot taken, Blonde was getting pretty buzzed. She was five feet tall and hundred and fifteen pounds. Which meant she got intoxicated a bit faster than most people. But her liver was once the hardest working liver in the galaxy, so she could hold herself down for now.

"It's how I met my late husband." Blonde gave him that information before turning towards Abyss.

"Emphasis on late." Her gas mask's lights would then change from their joyful green to a bit darker shade of pink. She'd grin under her mask and her hand would move towards Abyss' forearm and gently lay itself there.

Kark it, she was a bit tipsy.

"Never have I ever hooked up with a crime lord at the top of a casino in a penthouse." That was only mildly straight forward.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

She had already been marries and wasn't anymore. What a interesting information. If this had been still about a covert way to dig out informations about her he would've pleased to learn that, but with the way the situation had turned, it interested him more how old she was under that mask. Based on her body she was roughly as old as himself, but a face could tell far more precise stories about the length of a live. Not that he had a problem with flirting with a older woman, but it further enforced the mystery she had been building around herself. His live always had been dedicated to uncovering secrets and hidden knowledge, and she presented a highly intriguing puzzle to him.

And again they made another step forward, leaving the territory of vague overtones to a more straightforward approach to flirting. With a grin he moved his hand to one of the shots and placed it a bit besides the others. He hadn't hooked up with crime lord, at least not just yet. But the way this was going he had not to much doubt that he had to down that drink at a later point of this meeting.

"Ask me again in an hour. I will just save that one until then."

His eyes wandered over her, trying to guess what exactly was under that mask. She was smart, charismatic,funny and good looking, a rare combination even outside of the circles or criminals ans sith he spend his time in. Sith woman were all so grim, and the smart ones were mostly to deranged to have a simple conversation with, those with charisma often had an ego so big that it filled the whole room and left no place for anything else in it. Funny was bit easier, as most sith shared at least the same darker, more sarcastic and cynic approach to humor. Good looking in the other hand was something that normally only the young acolytes could be described as, those which were not already eaten away by the corruption of the dark side.

So it was now his turn to ask a question, and he knew exactly what he wanted to ask. The combination of alcohol and this "game" made him feel easily a few years younger, placing him somewhere in his midteens with the same base level of anxiety inside his mind. He had been a confident person back then already, but not nearly as much as he was today.

"Never have I ever felt attraction towards a lord of the sith."

He grinned at her, and with a flick of his left wrist one of the shots began to levitate towards her mouth. It was a neat little party trick, and in his youth he had used in more than one faded club night to impress a girl. Sure as someone as gifted in the force as he was she wouldn't be impressed by such a simple use of it, but it wasn't like he had to impress her anymore. Or at least he hoped so.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"My my, if I knew any better I'd say you were trying to get me drunk." Blonde giggled again and she took the shot in her hand.

It was a good question though even from a purely flirtatious standpoint. Earlier in her life she had slept with Sith to get information out of them, it was in her job description after all. But she had never really felt attraction to them, they were just another job. She had broke a lot of hearts in her day, and she didn't regret a single one. But this was different, she felt genuine attraction this time around. Not really towards Abyss as a person, she knew next to nothing about him, and that was kind of a turn on. He was like her, an enigma, a phantom in the night doing dark deeds from behind the scenes. They were like each other and even though her plans were more on the money making side rather than the dastardly brand, they were kindred spirits.

There was no need to know the intimate details of their lives, they wanted the exact opposite from one another. There was mystery in that puzzle, and even though parts of her screamed to solve the puzzle that is [member="Darth Abyss"] and figure him out, a lot of her didn't want to. Sometimes there was beauty in a puzzle that couldn't be solved, to appreciate the mystery behind it and accept it did what it is. Because sometimes when everything was all laid out, you didn't like what you saw.

So with the shot glass in hand, the woman placed the straw into it and the mask pulled the drink in for her. She smiled under her mask, the burning pink in her lenses shifted slightly and she didn't say a lot.

She would grab the bottle of vodka and hop down from her stool. With the container open her drinking tube fell into the bottle and it'd extract a good swig. It wasn't the sexiest sight in the world, watching a clear tube suck up liquid into a gas mask, but Blonde had a feeling that Abyss didn't care much. Still with her silence, the woman removed her jacket, tie, and unbuttoned her dress shirt enough to reveal a black bra beneath it.

After her little display, Blonde would grab Abyss by the hand and pretty much drag him towards the bedroom. The alter ego that Miss Blonde was starting to take a more passenger role right now. Beneath all the grime and cut throat attitude, Patricia was coming out. But not mom Patricia, growing up on Zeltros party girl Patricia that would drag guys into a supply closet to handle some business.

"Holy @&$# you are a dense bastard, a girl will have to make her own move. Do you need a engraved invitation from genitalia?" Well that was more of Patricia saying that, she'd purify the toxins in her body in a bit.

For now though, she wanted to have fun. Because for the first time in months there was a warm body next to her and she wasn't going to sleep alone even if it was just for a night.

 

[Darth Abyss]

If discussing business would go always as pleasurable as today, Abyss would certainly consider to trade the robes for gold chains and gang tattoos. But sadly this seemed more like a one of a kind situation, because he was yet to meet someone like [member="Miss Blonde"]. When she began to undress, at least partly the last bit of hesitation inside him fell apart. He had always done his best to stay stoic in his live, distant but right now the small part of him that was still human was the one calling the shoots. On another day he would've tried to tell himself that attraction was simply biological, that it was simply his brains chemistry making decisions for him, but there was no way to deny that psychology had a play in what was happening right now.

His hand tightly gripped hers when she reached for it, and he followed her without resistance. With another flick of left wrist, the black robe shrouding his upper body fell to the ground, revealing the many scars that rested on it. They were everywhere, some small and barley noticeable, other long and deep, telling stories of the things he had done in his live. In the unlikely case she hadn't noticed before, it clearly told that he was a dangerous man. The dark side had corrupted his body, but he still didn't looked like a walking corpse like some other sith. He wasn't the most muscular man in the galaxy, but each muscle he had was clearly defined from his arms, over to his chest and stomach.

"I thought this is the invitation."

He chuckled, and instead of being dragged along, he began to push, just slightly but definitely noticeable, the strange crown on his head hitting the ground with a audible bang in the process.

"I have to say, it is a pleasure to make business with you."

And with that the slight push became a bit stronger as he moved his body closer to her, while trying to figure out in which exact direction the bedroom was waiting for them.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Abyss' mysterious past, or maybe it was the hollow empty space in Miss Blonde that caused her to act like this. Hell, maybe it was a culmination of all of it. Ever since Jarven had gone missing and was assumed dead, Blonde had been alone. She had her children, and she was a good mother to them. But there are some voids in a person's soul that simply couldn't be filled by the love of a family. And despite that, she may of had the mind of a woman pushing forty, but she still had the body of a girl in her twenties. So that physical prowess came with a cost, it came with needs. Needs like the occasional fling, the moments where you stopped listening to logic and shoved your tongue in someone else's mouth. You couldn't fight biology, that much was sure. Yeah, you couldn't fight it. That's what Blonde would tell herself while her inner self took more control.

With the both of them disrobing, Blonde's thoughts were nowhere near her caring about loud bangs and words. Right now Zeltros was coming out, and Zeltros was all about sex, drugs, drinking, and partying. Abyss would push towards her a bit more and Blonde didn't mind whatsoever. They were about to get a whole lot closer than that in a few moments. She would eventually lead them into the bedroom where it's grand splendor and luxurious view would of course go utterly wasted as Blonde used the force to throw the Sith onto the bed. It was a surprise but more than likely not an unpleasant one.

With him on the bed and her standing near the foot of it, the woman did something slightly reckless. She'd show him just a fraction of her face. What she had seen of his. Lifting up her mask to take a large swig of vodka, Abyss would be able to see luscious soft lips, a bit of blush on soft cheeks, and smooth skin of someone who was younger had. It would help him narrow down her age, at least biologically. There were plenty of human species that lived to two hundred years old.

After the swig had gone down, the woman removed her dress shirt only to be standing there in a bra, pants, and her mask that had settled itself back on her face. With the bottle gripped in her hand she threw it onto the floor where it shattered into pieces and spread its expensive contents on the ground in a puddle.

"You're mine." She said with the carnal pleasure of a predatory cat stalking its prey.

And then said predatory cat pounced.

It was pretty clear what happened over the course of the next hour or two. No one really needed to go into graphic detail, after all the site was PG-13 and no one wanted to read about how a crime lord and Sith had drunken mistake sex. This wasn't the Scarlet Chronicles, dammit.

When the time was right Abyss could come in with some post coitus talk where the two were probably only wearing a blanket and their masks.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Spoiler

OOC Just felt the need to admit that the small meta bit in the end there made me laugh out loud.

Abyss couldn't say if it was due to the alcohol or because it had been a while since he had been that close to woman, but the the time since he had entered that bedroom had been a quite pleasurable blur. A blanket was shrouding the lower side of his body, but everything upwards was openly visible, besides his mask of course which had been close to blinding him more than once in the act until he repositioned it on his face again. Other than hers it wasn't that effectively attached to his face.

With time and physical activity the effect of the alcohol had faded away a bit, and he was able to think more clearly again. It wasn't just the sith in him that felt neither shame or remorse about what had just happend, but it was still a awkward situation, especially because the last time he had been in a similar one had been at least four years ago. He looked over to her, now trying to not look to shamelessly at her body, an effort that wasn't much of an success. Yet he at least managed to reclaim at least a bit of his stoic demeanour, simply for his own safety. She was easily as dangerous as him, and if she saw this as a mistake their next physical encounter surly wouldn't be that pleasurable as the prior one.

"Do all your business meetings end that well, [member="Miss Blonde"]?"

He chuckled, lighter than before without the alcohol hammering euphoria in his head. Surly there would've been a more charming opening for this situation, but Abyss wasn't able to find it fast enough before the situation would become even more awkward. A joke hopefully would ease the tension in the room a bit, so he didn't had to run of as soon as he could get dressed. It had been an obvious one night stand, but he still felt a bit of fascination for her, so he wasn't to keen on leaving just yet. Also they maybe even had business to discuss on a later occasion, and he didn't meant to utterly destroy that possibility because he couldn't find a good thing to say, or at least that was what the sith part of his brain was telling him. The more human part simply had decided that being close to her felt better than sleeping alone on a mattress on the ground and eating protein bars somewhere in a underground bunker.