Tipsy Trouble

[Eighth Guard]

The Eighth Guard, Praetorian Overlord​

Equipment: Praetorian Robes​

Location: Tibrin, Resort​

Status: Enjoying Self​

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The storm never came, somehow.

Their friend in the government had apparently decided that they weren't worth her effort, nor were they deserving of it, and probably stalked off to bother another pair of First Order officers. Eight had finally decided that, after great deliberation on his part, it would be more fun if he were to take his crimson armour off, for once, if they were going to enjoy their little holiday on Tibrin. His armour began to compact upon itself, the phrik plates sliding up his arm until all that remained was the chest plate, the robes morphing and changing colour into something more suitable for the environment of the tropical world: A black t-shirt and khaki shorts.

His helmet having disappeared, he took a liberating sip of his mint julep before looking at his young compatriot with a devious look in his eyes. Using the datapad on the table, he sent some orders to the bar and made sure to hide the screen from the girl as he did so, hoping to surprise her with his selections. Setting it down, the display now blank, he drank from the metal cup again and let out a sigh of relief. "You know, I didn't think I would like a planet like this. I thought it was going to be hot and irritating, but it's actually warm and pleasant." He admitted, slouching in the chair slightly, "All the better having you along for the ride."

The man's bare feet tapped lightly against the cool stone ground as he tipped the glass slightly, allowing some of the crushed ice to fall into his mouth.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Floppy sun hat, denim shorts and chiffon blouse, piña colada
Location | An out of the way cabana, Resort grounds, Tibrin
With | [member="Eighth Guard"]
Status | Languid

[SIZE=11pt]After watching their entrance of their cabana for several moments, the initiate found herself satisfied when their meddler seemingly received the message delivered by Eight and went on her way. And it seemed that her companion thought the same. The transition of armour to casual wear gained him an arched eyebrow, though all Marriskcal did for the moment was to pick up her drink once more and sipped at it, letting another content sigh escape her as she leaned back against her seat. The plush cushions sank beneath her weight and cradled her body. It has been awhile since she last felt this carefree and spent a day without thoughts of training or missions on her mind. Perhaps this was why civilians enjoyed taking vacations.

“Neither did I,[/SIZE]” [SIZE=11pt]she confessed. Considering that she was mostly encased in armour while she was carrying out assignments, or remained within buildings with temperature control, the blonde fully expected she would be miserable or lying on a cool surface somewhere within the resort due to the humidity. But with the sea breeze caressing her skin and the cool [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]piña colada she was imbibing, Marriskcal merely felt languid and indolent, her body warm and liquid as she balanced the nearly empty glass between her palms and belly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]By now, the alcohol has the young woman caught fully in its grasp, making her lightheaded and far braver than she usually was. Without the chains of decorum restraining her, Marriskcal lifted her bare legs and plopped them on her companion’s lap, giving him an impish grin. “I’m glad we are able to experience this together as well, especially now that you’ve finally decided to dress the part,” she gestured at his direction, her arm arching out wide in her state of inebriation. “You look very nice.” The blonde nodded her approval, her gaze sweeping over his form in appreciation.[/SIZE]

 

[Eighth Guard]

The Eighth Guard, Praetorian Overlord​

Equipment: Hair - Black T-Shirt - Khaki Shorts - Mint Julep(s)​

Location: Tibrin, Resort​

Status: Being a Little Uptight​

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"Thanks." The man said, placing a hand on the legs in his lap but not moving them, "The same can be said for you." Despite the alcohol beginning to wear away at his usually stoic demeanour, he still appeared to be somewhat tense, likely due to their close proximity to others that could be considered strangers. The canvas of the cabana waved as a slightly disgruntled server came in carrying two trays in his arms, one bearing another round of drinks that he set down in front of their respective owner, and the other hosting a platter of various snack foods. Eight finished his first drink and set down the now-empty glass to the side, gladly popping a handful of fries into his mouth and taking a swig of the new mint julep.

He retreated into his mind and thought over a few things, his anxiety eased by the distant sound of crashing waves and the soft flutter of tropical wind. Subconsciously rubbing one of the girl's feet with his free hand, he looked at her while he formulates his next string of words. "Eight isn't my real name, by the way. Well, it wasn't at the beginning." He revealed idly, leaning back in his chair a bit, "They call me the Eighth Guard because I was the last, but not least, member of the previous cadre of Praetorians trained."

Eight took a drink of mint julep, exhaling, "We were supposed to be the Supreme Leader's second 'set' of Elites, but that was mucked up when the others fled." The olive-skinned man growled, scowling at the air, "But I guess it worked out for me in the end...an Overlord." It appeared that he was quite oblivious to the fact that his companion was inebriated, but was too caught up in his diatribe to notice, instead choosing to mindless mess around with her feet while he thought to himself.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Floppy sun hat, denim shorts and chiffon blouse, piña colada
Location | An out of the way cabana, Resort grounds, Tibrin
With | [member="Eighth Guard"]
Status | Imploring

[SIZE=11pt]It came as a pleasant surprise to the blonde when her companion allowed the small act of impudence to stand and even placed a hand over her legs. Marriskcal has been quite prepared, and was even anticipating for the other to make a mention of it or for him to escalate it into a playful tussle, anything, except to allow her legs to settle on his lap placidly without so much as a word. A pout formed on her lips, though it swiftly vanished when Eight returned her compliment. Feeling slightly placated, she plucked at the hem of the sheer blouse. Well, she supposed that they both did look quite different wearing the clothing usually worn by civilians instead of dressing in their usual attire of robes and uniforms.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her flighty attention found itself distracted once more when the flap of their cabana rustled and a different waiter entered with a selection of food and new drinks for the both of them. Considering the fact that her mentor valued his privacy, Marriskcal had expected for him to suggest that they both leave for an even quieter part of the resort as soon as they were done with their drinks, especially after the brief interruption. Finishing the last of her first drink, the blonde set the glass down beside the new one, her eyes curiously taking in the various small meals set out before them. While she was familiar with[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] hors d'oeuvres by now, these seemed… similar in concept, but looked simpler in shapes. Marriskcal watched with obvious interest as Eight fed himself something she could only describe as short golden sticks, her eyes narrowing as she saw the sheen of oil it left on his fingers and lips.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]When the Overlord spoke, she met his gaze, humming softly in satisfaction as his hand continued to trail over her feet. The revelation that was divulged to her was not a subject matter the initiate had expected Eight to touch upon at all. She was inquisitive, of course, but has always refrained from asking her mentor, as the Order of Ren tended to be particularly secretive when it came to a person’s past. With every change of a name, they took an oath, discarding their past to embrace their new selves. “If they fled, they were never faithful in the first place and they should be hunted down and killed for their betrayal,” she stated firmly. From the growl that escaped the other and the scowl he wore on his features, it was clear even to the inebriated blonde that the other was becoming agitated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And as they were both supposed to be spending their rare day relaxing and doing nothing but to enjoy the warm sun and cool breeze, Marriskcal was not about to allow her companion to sink deeper into unpleasant thoughts. Despite enjoying the attention he was unconsciously lavishing on her feet, the blonde gently extricated her legs from his grasp and stood up, slightly unsteady as the ground swayed beneath her feet. But as they were close enough that she barely even needed to take a step to reach the older male’s side, Marriskcal sidled up beside Eight, shamelessly tucking herself under his free arm and wrapped her arms around his torso. With a guileless smile in place, she looked up at him pleadingly from under her lashes, “Feed me… one of those[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?”[/SIZE]

 

[Eighth Guard]

The Eighth Guard, Praetorian Overlord​

Equipment: Hair - Black T-Shirt - Khaki Shorts - Mint Julep(s)​

Location: Tibrin, Resort​

Status: Inebriation​

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Eight blinked a couple of times as the events unfolded before him in short succession. One minute the blonde girl was sitting across the table from him, and the next she was at his side and within one of his arms. He glanced curiously from the metal cup full of delicious liquor to the beautiful girl almost sitting in his lap, smiling slightly as she voiced her request to him with one of those damned looks. Whenever she gave him one of those looks, a part of him on the inside couldn't help but ignore the stick-up-his-arse for a moment and give in to her whims, something that was used with frightening frequency when she was younger, and now no less effective as partially grown up.

He fought himself in an attempt to either approve of or deny the request made by his counterpart, his arm twitching slightly as he did so. It took a good few seconds of internal debate for a decision to be made, while a mild silence encapsulated the cabana they occupied. His appendage was raised into the air and moved forward, grabbing one of the sticks of golden deliciousness before moving upward and feeding it to the girl as if she were a child, frankly the amount of booze in her system making it seem all the more likely.

On the inside, he questioned if what he had just done was appropriate, knowing that the one and a half drinks he had just imbibed were clouding his judgement greatly already. What the hell, they were alone and supposed to have fun, a little playfulness never hurt anyone, now did it?

Maker, he hoped so.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Floppy sun hat, denim shorts and chiffon blouse, piña colada
Location | An out of the way cabana, Resort grounds, Tibrin
With | [member="Eighth Guard"]
Status | These sticks are now my #1 favourite savoury food item

[SIZE=11pt]In the fleeting silence that followed, the blonde could see the older male struggling to resist giving in to her pleading. For a moment, she even thought it would be one of the rare times where he would manage to rebuff her. A small part of Marriskcal wondered if she had touched upon one of her companion’s unspoken boundaries. But it was in her nature to test and continuously push her luck. And just as she was about to give it up as an unsuccessful effort, his tan hand reached for one of those golden sticks and held it out towards her in clear offering.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her smile turned incandescent as she leaned forward slightly, a hand tucking her golden locks behind a ear as her lips parted and she delicately plucked the golden stick from his light grip. Humming as the taste of salt started to permeate her mouth, Marriskcal retreated back into the curve of his arm, leaning against his side as she chewed thoughtfully on the warm morsel for several seconds. It was crispy on the outside, but with a soft filling… and oh, it was delicious. The taste was somewhat familiar, but the blonde was unable to relate it to any other food items she had before. She swallowed the bite, her gaze falling on the platter in surprise for a moment before she turned her widened eyes up at the Overlord. “What are they called[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?” she breathed out in awe. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now that Marriskcal knew just how delicious that unappetising looking greasy stick could be in actuality, she was a lot more excited about the rest of the weird looking small meals set out before them. The blonde moved out from under his arm once again, a hand resting on Eight’s knee to help with the slight bout of dizziness as looked over the other strange items on the platter. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]After a brief deliberation, she picked a triangle shaped piece and tentatively bit into it. To her utter delight, warm melted brie oozed into her mouth. With a bright grin, she held out a piece to her companion. “Try this one next, Eight.”[/SIZE]