Voluntary Pub Activities

[Haytham Kaze]

Borleias.

It was a planet that Haytham had never been to. But it was one of his stops on the way back to one of the Jedi temples, which one, he hadn't decided yet.

Either way, he was going to figure out why there was such a fuss for those that ventured out at night to go to nightclubs and bars... Pubs... Whatever people called them, Haytham was going to get to the bottom of it.

Obviously, he knew how to blend in to the public, he wore casual clothes.

So, he entered some... Pub?

He didn't really care to know what it was called, so just walked pushed open the doors, and looked around. It wasn't his first night out on the town, but this time, he wanted to find someone that was lucid enough and friendly enough to give him a reason. He had some reasons of his own, or at least valid reasons for one to go and lose themselves in drinks...

Taking a seat on one of the stools at the bar, he ordered a jawa juice... As a start, and waited for the bartender to come back along with it... How does this stuff even work?

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

Sitara realized that every time she went to a new planet, she found herself lounging about at a bar of some sorts. However, half the time she went, the company was full of creeps. It didn’t really matter, she rarely went to be flirted with. She simply enjoyed the taste of alcohol. It reminded her of life back home where everything was so strong it could kill you if you were a first timer.

This time would be no different.

She hopped onto a stool, leaning herself against the bar. She ordered a shot of vodka, the slightly bitter though sweeter than others drink passed to her by the bartender. He stared at her physique, his eyes fixated on her low-cut black shirt for a fraction longer than a second. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest before downing the shot. Then she ordered another. She scrunched her nose playfully as she smiled, mouthing a simple “thank you” to him. It appeared he was absent for quite some time, seeing as the guy next to her had no drink in front of him.

He also sort of seemed just a tad bit out of place.

“New here?” She asked him, pulling her hair back over her shoulders. The bartender passed her her second round.

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[Haytham Kaze]

Haytham spent little time looking around. Instead, narrowing the use of his senses to solely hearing. Looking around would've made him way too obvious. He knew people would spot him out, and the alienation would be even worse. He already new he didn't belong there...

And then someone spoke.

He had been listening and had taken note of the interaction between the bartender and [member="Sitara Qin"]. He looked up and finally took a look at her. She was beautiful certainly, and she was most definitely a person that frequented these kind of places, just from looks alone. She was the sort of person that he rarely ever encountered amongst the Jedi and the Galactic Republic, when he had actually interacted with their personnel. On his current track, that barely happened, only at Prakith and Telti.

He shrugged subconsciously.

"Yeah, checking the place out. Never been here before, the planet I mean." He chewed on the inside of his mouth. She did seem 'conscious' enough to hold a conversation with...

 

[Sitara Qin]

He didn’t seem nervous, though he did seem a little more shaky. Her suspicions were confirmed, they were both new to the planet, though Sitara could probably guess that he was new to the bar. That, or he just committed some act of murder. She smiled. “That makes the both of us.” She enjoyed travelling, hopping from one planet to the other; and well, since she didn’t have her own ship, she made use of her charms to get her free tickets and entries to different planets. Who needed papers when you had the force?

“So you come to a bar and you don’t order a drink?” She chuckled, signalling to the bartender for another round for the guy next to her. “One round for him, please.” She said, gesturing to the guy. He was nice-looking, though certainly looked like he could use some r&r. She played with the drink in her hand, perhaps she should order a beer next. Was she going to actually pay for this? Maybe not.

The bartender slid the drink over the counter towards [member="Haytham Kaze"]. Did he mind vodka? She hoped so. If not, they could probably do for a lighter drink the next round. Still, it was nice to have a little bit of alcohol in your system while making casual conversation. Especially if one of the two was extremely lightweight.

“Tara.” She introduced herself, the corners of her lips tugging into a smile. She crossed her legs on top of the other and faced the man. He seemed simple, and considerably less wild than anyone who walked in here. Still, this place was kind of a dead bar. The bartender was absent for quite some time, she guessed. Who did that?

 

[Haytham Kaze]

"Yeah? Where did you come from?" He asked. Most people here looked as if they were inhabitants from the planet, based on how well they were interacting. But, he'd be a fool to have not heard that alcohol made pretty much anyone friendly. At least, if you consumed the right amount. He had also heard that it made people angry, and quarrelsome, but it looked as if these patrons were too dead so to speak to do anything violent.

Besides, they were all so boring.

"Well, I did order... But I guess he didn't hear. You did arrive at the same time, so there's no wondering why."

Yeah, he had some game. Holofilms were great.

When the drink was slid over to him, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, and then it was clear curiosity overtook him. "What does it taste like?"

As [member="Sitara Qin"] probably soon realized was that, at times Haytham would seem like a regular young adult, but then, in situations like these it would appear to be as if he was a naive sheltered child. In some ways, he was. On Dromund Kaas, he was locked in his home, only learning about the geography, fauna, and flora of the Outer Rim and where it appeared in the Inner Rim, and then the Jedi Order sought to keep Padawans in it's confines because it was too dangerous to venture alone. Truth be told... It was thrilling to be in dangerous situations.

"Kaze." He said, his own lips curving into a smile. "So what do you do, for, uh, you know living."

 

[Sitara Qin]

“Algor.” The answer was short and quick, and probably answered the basic question of why she was the way she is. Growing up in a city known for the dark streets that criminals so lovingly called home and purple skies that hosted the smugglers who passed it was definitely not an ideal place to grow a child. However, she learned to live her life to the fullest while not taking everything too seriously. The life lessons you learned from less than ideal conditions were golden.

This guy probably wasn’t assertive enough if the bartender didn’t even hear him. When the drink she ordered for him came, Sitara almost snorted from his next question. “Seriously? You’ve never had vodka before?” She tilted her head to the side. “Cute.” She added aloud, a wide smile tugging from the corners of her lips. Yup, he was an overgrown sheltered child. Probably out past curfew too. Where was his mummy? Wasn’t she looking for him?

“Take a sip and find out.” That was how you learned things anyways. Sitara could always explain. Say it was slightly bitter yet had a tinge of sweetness towards it. She could tell him about the burning sensation as the liquid passed through his throat, though these were all things he had to experience for himself. No spoon feeding here, especially from the Sith knight. “Go on.” She urged him, like a mother bird telling its little babies to fly.

“Kaze.” She repeated. Interesting name. “What do I do for a living? Well, I get by.” Yup, ever since daddy cut her off she had to support herself. No fun there, though at least she was allowed to do whatever she wanted to do, and that meant party till noon while downing tequila shots with various strangers. “What about you?”

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[Haytham Kaze]

He had never heard of Algor before, but he may as well act like he did. "Huh, that's..." he coughed to clear his throat, although it was only an act. "Far." He hoped. Borleias was in the Colonies sector of space, and anything in the far Outer Rim would definitely be considered far. Although, since Haytham had never even heard of the planet before, for all he knew it could just be a neighbouring planet and he'd seem more like a sheltered child than ever. He continued the conversation.

"I guess you've figured out that I don't get out much." The corners of his mouth turned upwards a bit in a little grin. In the confines of the Jedi he played the part of someone who didn't want to be there, in his own time he let the real emotions flow. He actually put in the effort to make himself better, to push himself past limits that he didn't even know existed. In the temple, he stayed secluded, in some deep dark part of mine it was natural to him. He didn't see a reason to make friends, or to interact with others. "Aren't I?" He replied to her second comment in quick succession.

It was all so... Boring.

He didn't answer right away, instead, he took it into his and brought it to his lips. And this was one of those situations where the man-child, child-man transformed into an adult. Kinda. He remained cautious when interacting with new things, he hadn't drank vodka before, but then again he clearly didn't get out a lot. The opportunity to try something new was always a 'thrill persay, but he always took it slow. When the liquid entered his mouth and went down his throat, he felt his throat tighten from the sudden bitter taste. It felt as if there was an attempt at sweetness as well, but he already felt the burning sensation along his throat. When he blinked after his sip, his eyes widened in surprise. It definitely wasn't the taste that he expected.

"...Great." He said under his breath. He definitely didn't have the acquired taste for it.

He thought it was curious that she didn't tell him what he did. Was it embarrassing? Unemployed? Illegal? He shrugged. "Don't we all." He said in dry response. She asked him what he did, and he shrugged. Did he just outright say it? What was she going to do? Tell the whole galaxy that he was a Jedi? He doubted it. "I'm apart of that one... Good-guy organization that helps the Republic." He shrugged again. "So, yeah, I get by." He said with a chuckle. It was slightly meant as a joke to what she had said previously, evident with the faint sound of chuckling from him.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

She had to refrain herself from getting into a giggling fit as the look on Kaze’s face was obviously one of disgust. Of course, alcohol definitely was an acquired taste. Even the sweetest of liquors was still displeasurable to most. When did she begin drinking? 12? 13? She knew the taste of alcohol long before she learned to drive a speeder. Perhaps that helped her build up a tolerance, and it definitely made for some crazy thrilling rides across the galaxy. Oh the things she did when she was drunk.

“It’s cool. We can get you a virgin next time.” Would he understand what she meant? “A virgin is an alcoholic drink minus the alcohol. Though we can always get you an actual virgin.” Did he even know what an actual virgin was? Sheltered man who hasn’t had vodka all his life has probably never been laid before. She almost pitied him, but found his straight edge lifestyle fairly intriguing. Where were these set of rules when she was growing up? Daddy never did show much care for her wild pursuits.

However, once he revealed just who he was, Sitara could finally understand. Feth those Jedi and their stupid “don’t have fun” rules. Heck, she was definitely going to show this guy a good time. She bit her lip. “Yeah, and I’m totally a member of the Sith.” It sounded like a joke, sarcasm maybe; though she was dead serious. “Totally evil Darth Fether. That’s my actual name.” Oh god, that was a glorious sith lord name. When she finally became one she was totally going to use that.

“I’m joking.” As if it wasn’t apparent enough. “I’m no Darth anything.” She stood up, slid a credit chip to the bartender. “Charge those drinks here.” She said, hopping off the bar. The credit chip was almost empty, probably only had enough money to pay for both their drinks. It wasn’t hers though, she swiped it from some guy she met the other night and spent the money on shoes the next morning.

“Let’s get out of here, Kaze.” She stated. “I’ll show you how to have an actual good time.”

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[Haytham Kaze]

Haytham's face sort of blushed when she started to laugh at him after he had tasted the vodka. She had probably grown up with the stuff, or had become so accustomed to the taste that it was practically like drinking water. He didn't really know how to explain it because most encounters he had in life were ones that he was accustomed to; the things he saw everyday of his life. The walls of the temple, every single twist and turn of the temples on Ossus and Ruusan. He was certain that he'd be able to walk through the temples with his eyes closed and get to where he wanted to.

Then she said something that surprised him. What is a virgin? Then she explained it, and he was just barely able to prevent himself from turning even more red in embarrassment from her second remark.

Then she said she was a Sith and his eyes twitched ever so slightly. It looked weird, as if he were trying to blink something out of his eye, but it didn't work, and then he widened them. If he had been more adept with the 'sense' part of the Force, he probably would've known she was lying. But he was born to be a Jedi Guardian. Manual labour was something that he had grown up with as a child. The old ways of farming and reading. As long as he could remember, he was being trained physically.

On a mental level, he shrugged. It didn't matter in the end, he had a purpose and he was on the path of a Jedi now.

"I never would've taken you for a liar Tara." He said seriously. He looked at her, completely serious. Waited until the last possible moment, and then smiled..

She wasn't the only one who could joke and he slipped off of the stool, nodded to the bartender and followed [member="Sitara Qin"] out of the bar.

 

[Sitara Qin]

She laughed at his comment. “Didn’t think you had it in you to joke around.” She said, honestly. “Though my lying should be the least of your worries.” She winked, as she guided him out the door. She honestly wondered if other people from the republic were as…sheltered. Nothing to guide them through life except for the silly teachings shoved down their throats. Even as Sitara moved through the academy with ease, she made it a point to not take everything so seriously. The force set her free after all, and rules were merely guidelines.

“Okay, Kaze.” She said, a mischievous grin on her face. “The both of us are going to have a little bit of fun.” She cracked her fingers, and put her arm around him around his neck, giving him a slight hug. Was this the most actual interaction he had with a woman besides follow orders. “I’m sure there’s lots of stuff you haven’t experienced with life yet!” Heck, you probably even haven’t had you first kiss. “So, we’re going to start slow and then move our way to the real fun stuff!” She was enthusiastic, probably because she wanted people to experience the world through her eyes.

Perhaps they should run back to her place and grab her last packet of giggledust and snort it together. At leas that would be entertaining. She batted her eyes at him. “Don’t worry, we won’t die.” She said, trying to reassure him that everything they were going to do was…er…sort of safe. And well, probably barely legal. Still. You only lived once and she wasn’t going to spend her lifetime conforming to society’s stupid rules. Sitara then slipped her shoulder away from his neck, and grabbed his wrist as she ran to the end of the street.

Various vehicles were running through the road. There were some that hovered above them, cutting through the skies with their unfathomable speeds. She grinned, and her eyes met Kaze’s. “Okay, Kaze.” She started, her eyes darting from him to the busy road. “We are going to run.” She let his wrist go, her finger pointing to the wide road in front of them. “Through that.”

“Okay?” She said. Not waiting for him to react, she turned her body towards the street and screamed.

“Run!”

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[Haytham Kaze]

There wasn't much of a reason for him to respond to her this time. Instead, he just allowed her to guide him along. He didn't know where they were going just yet, but he was certain he was going to find out within a moment. He was starting to have a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he didn't make a move of hesitation. Now that wouldn't have been cool, and Haytham was all about seeming calm, cool, and collected. Only on Telti had he ever really lost his cool since becoming a Jedi...

Having her arm around his shoulder wasn't something that he was particularly prepared for, and his face started to burn in embarrassment. Contrary to what had been said before, if she took note, it'd be safe to say that he would've lost his cool. Or his collectivity. Whatever it was, it had evaded him at that moment. "No doubt." He replied drily, but his eyes were still slightly widened from their usual half-lidded gaze in curiosity and excitement. What are we going to do? He could only wonder, but he began to wonder as to how dangerous it was when she had made the comment about not dying.

Then she had made clear as to what they were doing and he blinked in surprise. It definitely wasn't something that he had expected her to say. Run through traffic? Annoyance flashed over his features for a moment, before he could stop himself and he said, "why?" But, he soon forgot about that when she released his wrist. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from him. He was going to impress someone, and just someone, a beautiful woman too!

And then she screamed.

He wasn't really sure what, because when they had gone closer to the actual speeders, the sound of them became louder and he could barely hear her anymore. No matter, she had already told him what they were doing, whatever she had said last must've just been her telling him to start.

There was a moment when the Force gathered into his body, enhancing his speed and his senses. Just barely, she knew he was a Jedi now, and he didn't want to make it so unfair that he passed through without a scratch... And just as that thought had passed through his mind, the speeders seemed to be slowing down, and he had already sped up. He took his first step, vaulting from his starting point and clearing the first speeder, his legs just barely clearing it as he landed in an immediate halt.

There was a speeder rushing past him as he had landed, blowing his hair and clothing all around him, and he faltered for but a moment, before he threw himself forwards again through another lane, and in the back of his mind, he felt the familiar twinge of the Force telling him to react. And he threw himself forwards into a roll, and he landed on his butt on the other side road, somehow facing the road.

At first when he landed he didn't realize the rush that had gone through his mind and body, but it was short lived as he looked to see how [member="Sitara Qin"] fared.

 

[Sitara Qin]

She wouldn’t turn her head to see what he was doing as they charged through incoming traffic. She wasn’t stupid, and heck she definitely didn’t want to get killed. Her heart was pumping, rushing through her veins and flooding her system with adrenaline.

The speeders moved towards her, various flashes of colours tumbled through her vision as she attempted to do this little game without cheating. She could probably get hit anytime, and be knocked away by some giant vehicle. That would’ve been a story to tell had she survived. The wind that blew past her as she crossed, barely gave her any time to breathe or react.

And then everything seemed to slow down. As though the wind that rushed past her blew into a slow hum. She was moving, gliding through the traffic like a butterfly that floated through a garden. She felt her limbs shaking with the rush, her legs moving her past the maze of cars as she tried to make it across unscathed.

She could feel the familiar pang of an opposing force energy. She bit her lip as her suspicions were confirmed. Kaze was no ordinary person with Republic ideals. He was the person with republic ideals. Stupid jedi with their stupid beliefs. It was no wonder Kaze was even more sheltered than anyone from the republic she knew! Well then again, she wouldn’t really consider Ali a sheltered being.

She stumbled onto the opposite road, her knee hitting the pavement. Kaze had arrived a second before her. Her head would raise, meeting his. She broke out into a loud giggle, her hands slamming onto the ground as she pushed it to pick herself up. She rested herself onto the building in front of her, her back pressing against the wall as she slowly slid to sat on the ground. Her eyes were filled with tears as she continued to laugh and she wiped them away with her forefinger.

“Oh that was fun!” She exclaimed, her eyes raising to meet Kaze’s. “You’re alive. Great job.”

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[Haytham Kaze]

He was only given a moment to see how smoothly [member="Sitara Qin"] went through the maze of vehicles. She moved with the grace akin to a dancer, and it only took him a moment for him to realize that she was gifted with the Force, but he made no mention of it. At that point he had determined that they had done that only because she resented the Jedi. He shrugged to himself, no bothered to himself. He could always chalk it down as training and draw from that in the future.

Maybe if he became a Jedi Knight he'd push his students into traffic. He blinked the grim thoughts out of his mind and crawled himself over to her side, so that his back was against the building as well, and he stared out at the flashing colours of the speeders for a few moments. To him, it was kind of like seeing from the exterior of your starship what hyperspace was like. But he soon forgot about that when he realized where he was, and he gave Tara a side-glance and just looked at the side of her face in wonder.

Why would she resent the Jedi? She has a natural gift for it, even a doorknob could figure that out.

"Great observation." He said, looking back out to the speeders again. His heart was still pumping, but he just had one question before they set out again. "Why are you laughing?" Was it due to the excitement? That she didn't get splattered over someone's windshield, or was it just psychosis? Haytham couldn't really tell, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to.

After she responded, he gave it a moment before asking, "so what's next?"

 

[Sitara Qin]

Why was she laughing?

The question came out of nowhere, and Sitara raised an eyebrow, confused from the question. She gave him a lopsided grin as she threw her head back against the wall, resting herself for a moment as she thought. Why was she laughing? The answer came to her easily, and she laughed for a short moment again. She took a second to inhale and exhale, trying to calm herself down. Her knuckles were white, and she was pumped to do more.

“Because that was fun, Kaze.” She told him. She couldn’t really explain to him what she felt, but well, she could try. “Have you every had a moment in your life where you just felt so…carefree?” He probably hasn’t, and that made her feel a tiny bit sad. “Like, where nothing ever matters to you except just living. Have you ever felt that way?” The two of them were sitting against a wall on a crowded street, talking to each other like good friends or hobos.

“That’s how I feel whenever I rush into something and get out. Like I’m about to spread my wings and fly.” With the force, I am free. It was the premise of being a Sith. Not any of that bloodshed stuff, but freedom. The force was her wings, and it allowed her to reach heights normal people couldn’t.

She got up, and dusted her backside. “Let’s go back to my place. Let me show you something.” Giggledust was a go to solution after all.

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[Haytham Kaze]

For a moment Haytham had been confused. She had looked at him as if he were the one who was weird. Almost as if he should've been laughing along with her.

Once she had asked her question, he didn't really bother answering. He figured the answer was quite straightforward. As a Jedi the most carefree things he did was breaking the rules. Something that he had only started to do recently. He was older now, he didn't need t hose children rules, or so he thought. He was the same age as a lot of Jedi Knights now, and he had even taken down a Sith Knight at Telti!

He was ready to be respected by the other Jedi, but he remained a Padawan. He chuckled softly to himself. "Do you feel like you're going to fly all the time? Or only on nights like these, when you're roaming the streets of a strange planet with someone you had just met." He jested.

Haytham couldn't help but be remained stunned for half a moment before he regained his composure after being in such close quarters with her backside. Even if he was a Jedi, he was still male. And he got up after her, unable to stop himself from doing the same thing and looked left to right.

The typical question was said.

"Which way?"

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

“I feel like my head is in the clouds most of the time, especially when I’m with a cute stranger.” She grinned, as she moved along. “But there are times where I have to remind myself to stay grounded.”

Control. She lacked it. She moved with what felt right, and didn’t take too kindly to people telling her what to do and how to live her life. She had one master, though wasn’t the most loyal apprentice by learning from the teachings of other people. It was good to have a diverse palate and a taste for the extremes. It helped you learn more from the world around you, and hey, a jedi was someone she could learn from.

“This way, of course.” She said, as she headed for the hotel she was staying in. It wasn’t the best place in the world, but it was nice and cozy. It only had ten floors, which was strange considering this was the city. The place needed better decoration, and she thought their colours were tacky. Fake flowers littering the corridor would be the first thing the two would see as the doors slid open, greeting them. The concierge was a bored looking chiss male and she strutted past him into the elevator.

She mashed the button for the seventh floor, and waited for him to enter before hitting the close button. She watched as the numbers changed. “Believe me, I’d get rid of those plastic flowers too.” She said, as the loud ding of the elevator echoed through the small chambers. She guided him through the dimly lit corridors and found herself in front of a door reading 709. She found the keycard and tapped it towards its receiver and the door clicked as it unlocked.

She guided him inside, kicking her flats off to the side. It had one queensized bed, a small kitchen area, and a bathroom. There was a mini fridge which she used to stuff bottles of cheap alcohol in, and well, a safe where she hid her remaining packs of giggledust and her lightsaber.

“Well, make yourself at home. I’ll get us a few drinks. Beer? Water?” She said, grabbing two cups. “Nah, beer it is.”

| [member="Haytham Kaze"] |

 

[Haytham Kaze]

And so the game continues.

They were like complete opposites when it came to their social lives. She was clearly someone who had met a lot of people while he stayed content with the same acquaintances and faces that he saw everyday. It was an obvious given that she was outgoing, and he was more reserved. He wondered if they thought in similar ways, but he forgot about that when they started moving again.

She knows a lot about how to be social.

"Hm."

In close proximity to them there was a hotel, and within minutes they were there already. The doors opened and he saw the fake flowers littering the hallway and his eyes twitched for a moment. Why not just get real ones? He frowned, and then they were in the elevator and they were gone. "Yeah," he said in agreement. Not much else to say in regards to that. "How long have you been staying here?" But they were already out of the elevator and were already at the door.

Once they got into her room, he did the same as her, kicking them off similarly to how he did after a hard day of training. But this time, there was no bed, that actually belonged to him to jump on and just sleep on. Maybe later, and then the thought was out of his mind when he heard her voice again.

Does it matter if I ans-

It didn't.

He turned the corner and entered the kitchen area. There she was and he looked around the hotel room. "Quaint." He said throwing a smile over his shoulder at her.

"So uh, Darth Fether, what do you actually do in your free time?" He said, turning to lean on the counter, holding his head up and waiting for her answer. Was it going to be in-depth or another short one, he shrugged, in the end it didn't really matter.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

She took a bottle of beer out of the fridge. Typically, she’d just open em up and serve em. But well, she didn’t want to give Kaze something he couldn’t finish. The bottle was filled with light stuff, so nothing too heavy and weird tasting. She figured it was best to start him off light rather than to give him the normal stuff she usually drank. Why did she even have light beer in the first place? Oh right. She was on some weird diet that never pushed through. She poured the beer into the glasses, passing him one from where he leaned.

“What do I do in my spare time?” She thought aloud, exiting the kitchen, and jumping on her bed to sit down. The beer splashed lightly, coating her pale hands with its brown liquid. She sucked on it, before patting the white comforter for him to join her.

“Well, I invite strangers into my hotel room.” She winked. “And we drink. And play.” She grinned, pointing at the deck of pazaak cards pile up sloppily on the bedside table. “Do you play?” She inquired. Probably not. But, it would be cool if he did. Maybe she could teach him later. Or well, maybe they could just do other things.

The packet of giggledust still sat idly in its cage. Maybe she should get it now, but she didn’t want to push him too hard.

“As for your earlier question, this’ll be my second night here.” She smiled. “Not business. Definitely pleasure.” She winked. “And if I had to say, you’ve been quite the pleasure.” She took a sip of her drink and wiped her moist lips with the back of her hand. “I like to travel. Planet-hopping mostly. It’s the best.”

"What about you?" She asked. "Lemme guess." She pressed a finger to her temple, as though attempting to read his mind. "Reading...and stuff."

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[Haytham Kaze]

He didn't know much about alcoholic beverages, but he had heard enough about them to know that beer definitely wasn't the strongest thing. In fact, he knew that it was quite light. From experience anyway. It hadn't been his first time in a pub before, after all he did meet some lady who was having weird flashbacks once. She thought he was someone else, but he had stopped her before she had done anything harmful to herself and others around her. Thankfully.

When she repeated his question after exiting the kitchen, he nodded his head and made a sound as if he were in agreement with her. No need for verbal communication. Then she patted the comforter, and the message was communicated perfectly. He walked over, careful not to trip on anything and sat down on the bed with her.

"Well the first two seem about right, not so sure about the last one though." He said, looking her over from the corner of his eye. Despite the annoying to look at designs, the bed was kind of comfortable. "Not really my thing." He said with a bit of shrug, spilling some of the liquid on his finger. Swapping hands, he took a moment, wondering if it was rude before sucking it off his index.

"I certainly did my best!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated manner. Sometimes, saying things in a childish sort of way made things funnier. He may have been an adult, but childish humour was definitely something that slowly evolved within him. Anything was funny to him. "Travelling's fun, I bet you'd like Zeltros." He said with a sudden clarity. After the handful of activities they had done tonight, he was certain she'd love the party planet. If he remembered correctly, which he usually did, he had been there once before. Some Jedi mission.

"Reading? I'm not that boring, besides, when I read something once, I remember it forever." He said with a grin. That usually went for seeing. He remembered everything, as if his whole life was a picture taken frame by frame, filed away for use on a later date. It would've probably been more useful if he had been a Consular, but alas, he took a liking and a speciality in the way of the Guardian. "I usually just... Train myself, get better at what I know. Y'know?"

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

“Zeltros is so much fun!” She agreed, grinning at her memories on Zeltros. She wasn’t there with anyone in particular, just a few girls from the academy. They wagged school and ended up getting wasted and parading the streets with a few Zeltron men in just their underwear. It was definitely a fun sight until they ran into the headmaster…which was uncomfortably awkward. She cringed at the memory of him, he was hooking up with his secretary who was married as well. The memory was a fond one to remember, just not the part about her headmaster and his ugly boxers. “I swear, I could totally be part Zeltron. Love them. Some of the best people ever.” Yup, she’d totally move there if she wasn’t needed on Coruscant and various other bases.

“My…occupation allows me to travel a lot.” She nodded. “So I get sent to various places. Most of them are extremely boring. Ugh. I would totally love to go back to Zeltros.” She rubbed her hands together. Did the Sith own Zeltros yet? She couldn’t really keep count of all these invasions and dominions. She couldn’t wait till the whole map was red. “Oh my god, we should totally plan a trip together. Let’s do that.” Planning a trip with a stranger to party? Yup, that was typical of her.

“Training?” He self-trained himself? Well, that sounded lonely. Then again, Sitara enjoyed training with other people who were notably stronger than her. She didn’t have plans on being the most Sith-worthy sith out there. She just wanted to have fun with it till she was like…30 or something. Then maybe, just maybe, she’d start settling down and having kids. Ew though. Children were cute but incredibly slimey.

“I think I get what you mean.” She smiled. “You must be a really quick learner then. Hell, I wish I had that ability when I was in school. I mean, I did great—“ She was a star student, actually. “—But I probably blown away all my teachers if I had that ability.” She winked. The knight took another sip of her drink.

“So, don’t think I didn’t notice, but you’re some sort of jedi knight or something, right?” Feigning ignorance was a safe thing to do.

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