"Keep by me, Alice. Don't want to lose you in this crowd," Marissa said, voice barely rising over the sound of excited guests. Her hand was firmly wrapped around her companion's wrist, almost tight enough to risk bruising. It was uncomfortable, but Naomi was stubborn, and she held back a complaint. The last thing she wanted was for Mars to think she was weak. Some might find the thought amusing, considering her the health condition she was in. But perhaps it was a different kind of strength that she wanted to portray.
Whatever it was, it was not helping her at the moment.
"Oh, come on Mars, I'm not the one who's barely past five feet tall," she murmured, glad her vertically challenged friend couldn't hear her. It was a sore spot for the woman, just like her disabilities had once been for her. The two of them were an odd pair. Marissa was a nearly pureblood Epicanthix, but she was rather short, though she made up for it with her fiery personality. Naomi on the other hand was a moderately tall Echani... who couldn't fight. As absurd as it sounds, the woman suffered from a severe muscle condition that left her limbs rather weak.
Without her leg braces she would hardly be able to walk.
Though that thought didn't cross her mind often anymore. Not even in that moment, as the devices squeaked ever so slightly, just loud enough for her to hear. To her it was a peaceful reminder of her position in life. Things weren't the best, but they were better than they could be. For one, she knew that the hinges could have squeaked far louder, as they often did. The fact that they were so quiet now made her happy. Happy enough to forget the tight grasp on her arm and the harshness of the bright lights.
"Hey, this looks like a good spot to sit. We better hurry, Alice, I think the show's about to start!" With that said the tiny woman dragged her friend over to a few empty spots. They managed to sit down right before the announcer made his way onto the stage. Neither of the women recognized him, though that wasn't surprising, considering the fact that they were 'fresh' out of college. Eight years out of it, yeah, but that eight years had been spent working hard on building up Winchest Industries.
Neither of them were very aware of the players of the 'Galactic Game'. Both were blissfully ignorant of the finer details of politics, happily focusing on their work instead. You'd think that running a business would lead them to knowing people, right?... Well, Naomi, who was the younger of the two (being roughly twenty-eight), was the brains of the manufacturing operation. She was a literal genius, and her time was almost all spent on designing products. Mars, who was nearly thirty-five, was the bridge between the design and legal teams.
She knew some of the people on stage (though they didn't know her). Not all of them were familiar to her, of course, and she definitely didn't recognize any of the contestants. That didn't mean that she didn't find some of them... attractive, though. No, she was paying them all a very good amount of attention, watching with a perverted glint in her eye. It was enough to make Naomi shift uncomfortably. Sometimes her friend was a little much. They were both flirty women, they simply took it to different levels. Something that the Echani intended to remind her friend of.
"Try not to drool on your dress, deary. Might be a tad embarrassing later on."
{@Txomin Temi | [member="Crix Meriet"] | [member="Tanalth"] | [member="Goros the Hutt"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Leilani Paaie"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] |[member="Darth Vizios"]}
