We Like Balls [Galactic Alliance Fund-Raiser Gala]

[Sal Katarn]

Amber eyes glinted behind a haze of smoke in a dark corner of the room. The gaze belonged to a rough looking man, about average height, with long dirty blonde hair pushed back behind his ears. He'd a high forehead, with a sharp nose and eyes that stared in the sort of casually dangerous manner of an eagle. The collarless cream colored shirt he wore had long sleeves and three undone buttons at the neck, from which peeked black ink scrawled on a ruddy chest. Foreign glyphs, strange and spiking.

Not the sort of man who'd fork up a fistful of creds to play dress up. A few guests glanced at him. Confused, or disapproving. He didn't seem to care either way. Just kept taking drags on the smoke, features softly lit by the glow of the embers.

What he was doing here, or how he'd got in, was anyone's guess, but he didn't seem to be drawing attention to himself. Just kept looking around the room with that bored stare, as if he'd bette things to do. The gaze past over [member="Aneya Maev"], [member="Lilin Imperieuse"], then [member="Jessica Justice"] without any flash of recognition, though he paused on the rogues. [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Lucius Varad"], [member="Aedan Lochlan"], [member="Alexandra Russo"], [member="Tela Uolmi"]. All deadly pilots.

The man sniffed and scratched at his stubble.

"Hm."

 

[Nia Siroc]

Nia walked past the other apprentice, [member="Choli Vyn"], handing her a full flute of champagne. Before the younger one could protest her age, she just simply walked off to a balcony. Let her drink it, she could use it from her bewildered expression. As for herself, she needed the air.

It wasn't much to look at, so far as she was concerned. Just various opulent buildings, towers and palaces and not much else. The air was fresh which was something to help her mood. It was a small thing, though, the fresh air.

The champagne was good, but it didn't seem to be of much help. Alcohol and other substances might have helped her numb her troubles with great enough quantity. But...no, not today, she thought as she drummed her fingers on the railing. She was in something of a fighting mood.

Something had to happen for her. a move had to be a made. The wound-up emotions wouldn't end well for her unless she dealt with it somehow. This wasn't it, this ball, a fisherman's daughter didn't belong here. So where would she go?

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Lucien Shorn"]

Cho swung her head around at the sudden intrusion of a civilian. At least, what she figured would be as much. The black suit and a white button down left open at the collar signified as much. Hazel eyes appraised the newcomer with an arch of her brow, her olive features mildly curious. Well, at first glance, he couldn't be older than her. So that meant...Well honestly, Cho didn't know what that meant. Other than right now she wanted a drink and didn't want to be sitting alone.

"Not much." a friendly approach, with a thumb sticking out to direct to her squadmate. "Just getting a drink --" Now her cohort wasn't the sort to leave a Rogue hanging - at least in normal circumstances. However, with shore leave few and far in between, this was one of the few times that he was able to try and let off a little steam. Taking the time to sit and drink beside the designated driver was not the sort of fun that would allow Choli's squadron mate get to his final objective of getting lucky. So when the new face arrived, he took advantage and skedaddled off. An act that would result in getting a punch to the chest the next time the teenager caught up to him.

"I'm going to punch him the next time I see him." she muttered, swinging her gaze around to search for the man, but failing. Her lips pursed for the moment, fingers tapping along the bartop. Figures. Turning back to the kid, she eyeballed him for a moment. Then shrugged.

"What's the drink?"

 

[Jsc]

She rode up on a black electric motorcycle that made no noise and stopped on a dime with naught but a hum. Parked the kickstand in black leather boots and dismounted the tall saddle in her long black leather legs. She wore no helmet atop her brown silky hair. Only a pair of computer sunglasses that displayed the world of nightvision in it's most perfect high-definition. She opened up her tall saddlebags with her long black leather gloves and unfurled a woman's shawl of perfectly golden shimmersilk. Trapping and wrapping it's glittering golden form around her black leather shoulders and letting it fall easily down to her waist. Slowly unzipping herself from the slight of her tender neck and all the way down to the plunging cape of her perfectly cradled breasts. Ahhh and Mmm. Exhaling in the cold autumn air and smiling like the devil with those red painted lips. Ooos and ahhs, and if only look's could kill. She'd be a murder.

A black nightfall.

...

The black leather woman walked inside the party like a veteran of depravities tallest high heels. Her black leather waist tipping from side to side like the tight tinkering of temptation's ticking clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. That's how the booty do the devil's booty walk. With your hands on your hips and a flip of your shawl. Head held high, like heaven judging all. She stopped and stepped. Barely to one side.

"Mmm. My my my?"

She purred at the ceremony and lavishness of the GA's newest ball.

"What a fantastic party? Mmm. ...Yummy."

Oh yes indeed. She would write that check and the GA would cash it fast, yet dane to read it slow. With love, it would say. From Karen Roberts to gossip gurl,

XOXOXO

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Nia Siroc"] [member="Tela Uolmi"]

Katarn's entrance didn't go entirely unnoticed. Dressed as he was he stuck out like a sore thumb. Perhaps that was the point, Asmus mused, as he watched his saunter across the room.

Asmus gently tapped the outside of Tela's upper arm and gave a nod to draw him to her attention. In a hushed voice so no one else could hear he murmured: "Who's that?" he asked, the interest clear in his voice. "And where did Choli's chaperone go?" he added, noticing the youngest member of the squadron at the bar with someone who looked her age. Given the occasion Asmus would need to make sure he didn't offer to buy her some drinks. Having a rogue vomit on the dance floor would be bad publicity.

[member="Charzon Loulan"]

"Some brandy, please, if there is some available. Nevertheless, I have concept art for a tanker capable of transporting a million tons of cargo at once, liquid or solid. You wouldn't get a million tons of even the highest-pressure gases that could be safely fitted into a tanker inside that ship unless the gases were heavy molecules to begin with. With that ship, you can ship relief supplies to Dulvoyinn in one go, or at least a lot less trips than would be necessary with the ships that most shipping companies use and, as a bonus, you can even land the ship!"

"Brandy it is then!" Asmus replied with a grin. He was a few drinks down already and hadn't a clue what the tanker talk was about.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson looked at Kaili surprised as she agreed to not doing the Jedi detoxification. A part of her was no worried and somewhat scared as to what it meant for Kaili. The Talith woman had never been drunk around Allyson and to Allyson’s knowledge never drunk before in her life. Allyson on the other hand had been drunk on several occasions and was well on her way now. The detox was something out of her reach of skills which made her feel somewhat pathetic in a sense. Even if she didn’t have the ability to detox, habits meant that she was able to handle her alcohol a bit better. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]On the count of three she took the shot and held it in her mouth until she made sure that Kaili had swallowed hers. If she had for some reason began doing that detox or somehow tossed the shot somewhere else, Allyson had planned on forcing the shot she held in her cheeks down the blonde girl’s throat. Seeing that the shot had been taken, Allyson swallowed the amber liquid hard. Gasping slightly, she reached for the soda that the bartender had set up as a chaser. Taking a few sips, the burning sensation disappeared and she handed the soda to Kaili. “Drink, it will take away that burn” Pausing for a moment she let Kaili get situated with the chaser and calm down a bit. The effects of the drink started to get to her, she felt that warmth flow over her body and she relaxed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The stress of seeing Asmus disappeared as she focused on the girl beside her. Leaning forward, she brushed a soft kiss against the woman’s cheek and nodded. “See not so bad, get a few more in you and we can go dance. Loosen up a bit, let your hair down and all that jazz.” Allyson stopped and looked at Kaili with a raised brow, “There won’t be anyone you know poking their heads in right? Like your siblings or parents? Pretty sure Aela is a part of this group yeah?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt][member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Asmus Janes"][/SIZE]

 

[Aneya Maev]

"I hate having to wear this," Xander said as he tried to make himself feel comfortable in his suit. He was definitely not a suit person, but it was obvious he couldn't go to such a gala in anything other than a tuxedo. He had to conform to the society's standards this time, mostly not to embarrass Aneya and the company. It would have been crazy if they lost hundreds or thousands of reads thanks to his little mistake.

"It's just for a few hours, then you can throw it away or set on fire or whatever," Aneya replied. "Just please wear this for me for this one night, OK?" She looked at the man with her puppy eyes, trying to make the man feel a little bit better. Or more obliged to wear the tuxedo, at least.

The two had made it to the bar and ordered some white wine. Of course Xander would have preferred to drink a whiskey or anything else, really, but he thought it would have been fair if the two were drinking the same drink. He was there with a companion, so he guessed it would have been weird if the two acted like they didn't even know each other.

"Is my dress too bright?" the girl asked after noticing all the blank and somewhat dulls dresses of some of the people around. Well, maybe they didn't have that much money to spend on dresses, so they had to be somewhat shier with their attire. She had the nearly unlimited funds of the CEO of SCNN, so she had had a lot of money to spend. "It isn't, right?"

"What? Too bright?" Xander asked. "Are you serious, Aneya? No, it's perfectly fine."

Aneya didn't notice that, but Xander did see one of the reporters trying to take a picture of the couple. The man looked at the photographer with a deadly look, making the boy back down a little bit. "Not us. There are other people to take photos of," the man spoke to him strictly. The two were not important in this situation. What they really wanted was some drama -- creating rumours of new couples or the break-ups of old couples or something like that.

The yellow papers needed that spark to grab the attention of readers.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Everything was spinning already. Kaili grabbed her ‘chaser’ and quickly ran a hand across her face and through her hair as the panic kicked in. She was losing control, she felt it. The hand that had ran through her hair dashed for the bar as she fought to regain her composure. Fingers dipped into an unorganized pool of booze. The soaking leftovers from stumbling, mumbling drunk customers of all makes. Kaili couldn’t be bothered to complain. Her eyes were wide open, weighed heavy as if she had just woken up from a deep slumber. She had to fight it off, put the glass to her lips and took a deep chug out of her new drink praying to the force that it would bring her back to normal.

It didn’t do much, but at least the lump forming in her throat was quelled. The girl’s breathing grew heavier as she began heaving in panic. She wasn’t in control, Kaili was always in control. Kaili had to be in control, without it she was liable to make mistakes. Mistakes wasn’t her game, she didn’t roll like that. The soaked fingertips of her hands turned pale as she latched on with a cramped grip against the bar’s very ledge. Steadily but carefully she turned around to look out over the crowds and the panic just kept on growing even worse.

The world was turning with her, she was certain of it. Eyes darted out against each patron and saint in the room. All of them with a blurred out aura to eternalize their presence on the girl’s cornea. Her teeth were exposed, gritting as she tried to keep herself from freaking out.

“No, Aela does not like these kind of events. Loner.” She said offhandedly in response to Allyson. “Micah, maybe. Definitely not my parents. Vacation.”

Kaili swallowed air before reluctantly letting go of the bar. Her feet caught her, kept her standing with imperfect balance. It was better than not having it she figured and sighed in relief before trying to take a step towards the open for a better view around the room. At first she didn’t see anyone, it was hard to when nothing was but eventually she caught sight of a familiar brunette off in the distance talking to some bearded man in a uniform. She recognized it as military, but she would be damned if she knew what the uniform was actually for.

“Lilin is here.” Kaili’s voice shivered. “A-aaand she is ta-alking to some… Model dude, I think.”

[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
[member="Aedan Lochlan"]

 

[Dayn Wren]

Aedan smiled and gave a short laugh with her. He so preferred smiles and giggles to cold expressions and death stares. It was a little bizarre, standing here telling jokes with a Jedi. He didn't even know Jedi could laugh or smile. But it would seem Lilin was the living example of what Jedi could be besides emotionless, old men.

When she told him he looked exactly like a pilot, he gave a chuckle. "It's the uniform, right?" to hear he looked like a pilot he took to be a good thing. Aedan had always admired the famous pilots, any pilot really, as a kid. To stand amongst them now was a dream come true. "Guess we pilots don't break the stereotype as much as the Jedi does" he took another sip from his gl-oops, it was empty already. Funny that. His head turned to look for a waiter, but none seemed to be close by in that moment. In his turning, he could slowly feel the effects of the alcohol creeping up on him. Uh oh.

Aedan nodded slowly when she asked about the battle of Dulovyinn. It was a potentially touchy subject, so he would have to think twice before speaking. Luckily for him, he had lost no one close to him in that battle, so talking about it was not a problem to him. "I was. Almost got myself shot down by some fancy new Sith fighters" he joked. In truth, they had only scorched his shields, but with a certain Rogue Five on his wing they had never stood a chance. "It was intense. The space was wild. But we did well" he concluded, and then he remembered her saying 'as well'. He hadn't considered that she would have been there too, but knowing now that she was a Jedi Master, it made sense. "You were there too? Hope everything went smoothly on your end. Did you Jedi board and take down the evil Dark Lord?" he teased, though it probably wouldn't be too far away from the truth.

Oh, great Aedan. What now? She said she didn't want to talk about war, yet here you are, talking about war. Oh kark.

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Liliane]

"I think we lost many on our end. Uh, yeah. I and a Padawan separated from the main group, but that proved to be fruitless," Lilin said, now with a lot more serious tone. "At least we seemed to do a lot of damage to the One Sith, though, so I guess that's most important. However, I don't know how the others managed with the Sith."

War was really a touchy subject, especially on a night like that. But well, whatever. At such chaotic times, there wasn't peace anywhere in the galaxy, really, and so they would never get over that topic. Guess people just had to get used to such talks. She took a good chug of her drink to get her thoughts off of that subject, only to realise that there was none of that left in the glass. Odd, she thought. Had she really drunk all of that already?

"Well, there aren't any waiters nearby, I am going to assume," she said while taking glances around. There was a lot of people, making the search for drinks difficult. She wasn't really there to get drunk, she had to remind to herself, but having a glass full of alcohol was better than walking around with an empty glass.

And taking sips from the drink deemed to be the best way to avoid weird subjects, deal with awkward silences or cover embarrassment, at least judging by the way the conversation had went so far.

[ [member="Aedan Lochlan"] ]

 

[Daak Dakaara]

Daak took a deep breath and sighed. He'd made a couple of credits. He was ahead. Normally he'd bull forward and take these squares for all they were worth, but something about this party was making him feel ill. Maybe it was the cloying stench of the elite and their perfumed finery. Maybe it was the food which stank of boiled, bland meats. Either way, Daak didn't want to be there any longer.

The pirate strolled toward the door. The attendant from earlier came trotting up, holding the bottle before herself, readying to fill his glass. Daak intercepted her reach, grasping the bottle gently in one hand, while resting the other on the woman's shoulder. Her face went from congenial friendliness, to worry, to concern once she saw the look of deprecation on Daak's face.

"Anything the matter, sir?" She asked with what Daak could only believe was genuine concern.

"In another life, maybe," Daak grinned, although his heart wasn't in it. He leaned forward and gave the girl a brief kiss on the cheek, then leaned back to look once more in her eyes. "Don't let these people break you, darling." As he left her side, he held onto the bottle, which she let go of gently.

As he left the party, another attendant leaned forward. "May I fetch the valet, sir?"

Daak didn't respond. He'd removed the noble-man's coat and emptied it's contents into his own pockets. He tossed the tacky coat to the attendant and kept walking.

"Was a boring conversation anyway."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

With a brandy glass in hand, Charzon approached [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] after overhearing her about the massive damage inflicted on the One Sith, and also that there has been heavy casualties on the Galactic Alliance side. She knew about the devastation the war left on Dulvoyinn, regardless of the outcome of the fight, either in space or on the ground. But she knew that bringing relief on a planet like Dulvoyinn or Malastare would require a massive amount of supplies.

"You have to agree that, if we were to rescue Dulvoyinn or to rebuild the infrastructure on Malastare, large amount of supplies would be required. I might be wondering whether being able to have a cruiser-sized ship able to land on planets to deliver those supplies would be a good thing or not, knowing however that most supply ships that big would not be able to land"

Whether she was referring to the Rasta Sub or the Maximum Battleship, is another matter altogether. But both ships would be able to land on either Dulvoyinn or Malastare and deliver large amounts of supplies.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Dancing with someone else was something she hadn’t done in some time. It was still familiar but allowing herself to be led was unfamiliar. It wasn’t the fact that she was being led, it was that someone else was leading her. In that brief moment of feeling Alen’s hand fall to the small of her back and him taking her hand then beginning the dance she felt a rush of memories. Every aspect of her life, she was led by one person. Being so lost, she had needed the grounding that Ashin had given her. Eyes fluttered as Alen asked how she was doing. It was usual for her to get lost in her mind and suddenly come out of it only to catch the end of a conversation. Slightly embarrassed she smiled sheepishly and shrugged one of her shoulders.

“I’m as good as I can be Alen.” With him she really didn’t need to hide how she was truly feelings. Despite the things she knew about what had happened after Ashin’s death, she still hurt. There were things she couldn't do anymore mostly to protect the woman. At times she wondered if she should still wear the wedding ring around her finger. A soft sigh as she looked at Alen and smiled through whatever she was feeling and nodded. “Its not like she broke it off with me, so I don’t have to see her all the time and I don’t see her with others, but the fact that I don’t see her and that there’s never a chance for me to have that again.” Forcing a laugh she tried not to focus too hard on it and ruin the moment. “I don’t know which would have been worse.”

Missing the closeness, Spencer forced herself closer to Alen. The hand that had been resting on his shoulder, slide off and rested just below the base of his neck. He was a good friend and she just needed one moment of feeling close to someone. She remained silent for a few moments with her eyes closed, she felt guilty in using Alen physically like this, but she needed it for a second especially after everyone brought up Ashin. Feeling talkative again she pulled back slightly and smiled, “How have you been?” [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Asher]

There were times in his life when Owen was just perfectly happy with where he was. Oh who was he kidding, he always loved his life, and the fact that the top brass had decided to provide him and his mates with tickets to some sort of ‘Gala’ or ‘Ball’ or whatever certainly helped with that. Not that he thought he really would have received them, but as fate would seem to have it even the new guy was allowed some sort of compensation for having participated in the Strike at Dulvoyinn. Not that he actually been as involved with it as the others, but he too had somehow managed to see battle in there as well.

And now here he was on Sullust celebrating a good scrap where nobody got too badly hurt. His eyes peered through the crowds to check for anyone he knew. It was a far shot and all, but it didn’t take long to realize that the Rogue Squadron had, without a doubt, a very dominant presence. Then again, that may have simply been because those were the few people the man actually knew. He took a swig from the bottle in his hand, looked over at the bar towards where he had accidentally knocked over his first glass for the night only to find the spot had already been claimed by a blonde and a brunette. There was something oddly familiar about one of them, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. Had he seen the blonde before?

“Eh, probably not.” He shrugged it off before continuing his walk through the crowds.

In the distance he saw Beardface talking to some chick and for some reason his brows just couldn’t help but perk in surprise. Not because he doubted Aedan’s ability to talk to women, as much as because if that had been Owen himself he would have struggled to maintain eye contact. Now that one, he had learned from experience, was a good way to mess everything up. So, you know, points to Aedan for managing that much.

That’s when his wingman senses started to tingle. Eyes peered to the left and set themselves on a brunette heading for Aedan. Ten o’clock, eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock. Damn. No time to think, time to act. The man moved closer to the conversation to get a better idea of what was going on. Dulvoyinn, war talks in the middle of a party. Considering both people in that particular conversation had been there it might not have been the most opportune time to discuss such things, but Owen was hardly one to judge. With a swift move he slid right up to [member="Charzon Loulan"] and attempted a diversion.

“Oh absolutely,” He began as he slid in front of the woman. “The Strike we launched on Dulvoyinn is one of the easiest battles that I have ever seen in my career as a pilot.” Not that his career as one had been very long. Owen began to try and lead the brunette away from his friend, urging her to continue his discussion with him instead. “My friend there, as well as I, are in no real position to make decisions about recovering Dulvoyinn or Malastare since it’s not decisions that are ours to make.”

He shrugged and took another sip from his drink. “I am open for some talk though, if you want.”

[member="Aedan Lochlan"] // [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Dayn Wren]

"Sorry to hear that" he said in a more serious tone with a sympathetic expression. Growing up, one was almost made to believe that Jedi were these invincible creatures, infallible protectors of all things good. But just like everyone else, Jedi bled, Jedi died. "I saw one of the Sith's ships blow from the inside. Not sure if you had a hand in that, but you people did good." he said, ready to close the book on that topic. Aedan wasn't the type to overestimate the value of pilots or even Jedi. They were all cogs working together in a complex machine. Everyone had a job, everyone were important.

"But you're right. Lets leave war for another day, and let this evening be about something else" he already felt a little bad for carrying on the war talk for as long as he did. The weeks leading up to the battle had been tense. He could use a break too. "Looks like" he muttered looking around as well to spot a waiter. No luck. And just in that moment he heard another voice out of the blue. Something about supplies? Aedan didn't follow. Subtly, his eyes glanced from side to side. Nope, she was definitely talking to them. Or, Lilin specifically. "Wha-"

His confusion never fully took root verbally, much thanks to his fellow Rogue Squadron member. Oliver, was it? Though he seemed to remember he only went by Ollie or something. No wait, it was Owen! Right, like that blonde guy from the holonet with the funny voice. Now he'd remember it. She had barely managed to finish her sentence before Owen swooped in. It was hard not to break out into a wide grin. Aedan managed to contain it into an amused smirk. Smooth moves, pilot, smooth moves.

The front of Aedan's right foot lifted slightly and shifted from pointing forwards to slightly off to the side. Subtly his weight shifted more to his left leg than his right. His right elbow touched against his lower ribs, with the forearm leaning towards his stomach in a perfect horizontal line from the elbow. The fact that he held his drink in his right hand made it all look natural. It was a very slight and unremarkable change of posture. However, had Owen looked over his shoulder, and had Owen been a Lorrdian familiar with their Kinetic Language, he'd recognize the combination of gestures to roughly translate to 'Thanks for the cover'. In his mind he thought; You... You can fly with me any day. Welcome to Rogue Squadron, new guy.

With that little episode out of the way, Aedan's eyes once more landed on Lilin. "Let's go get another drink." he was feeling the thirst. It didn't matter to him if they made it to the bar or ran into a waiter on the way. Though he didn't know if she wanted another drink, he certainly did. Hopefully she'd accompany him on the way. Aedan placed a hand lightly on her back as he started moving, intended to guide her along with him. "So tell me" he started, after moving past a group of the partygoers who seemed locked in a tedious debate on the fishing industry across the Alliance territories.The place was practically packed. "Do you Jedi dance?"

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Owen Holst"]

 

[Liliane]

Lilin could feel exactly what Aedan was feeling inside, or at least so it appeared to her. Yes, she had been on the ship, but not a part of making the ship blow up. Her work there was practically pointless as she had succeeded at nothing else but destroying some enemy troops. One could say it was still a loss on the One Sith's behalf, but a faction like that could easily bump up their forces again. The Galactic Alliance, while it was huge and powerful, wouldn't manage to do so, she feared.

But enough war talk, she thought, and the pilot seemed to think the same thing.

She would have wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth to talk, she found a woman next to her talking to the two. Or... wait... she was talking to her. She was talking to Lilin. Oh well, she had no idea how she would reply to her. She didn't want to come off as rude or anything, but she was slightly tipsy, making her both unable to understand what the woman was talking and confused because she was in no position to make any decisions about Dulvoyinn and Malastare.

"Well-" she was about to say, but another man, perhaps an acquaintance of Aedan judging by the looks they gave to each other, saved her from having to explain the situation.

Just like the Rogue Squadron pilot, the Jedi Master looked at the newcomer man with a thankful look to her face. "Thank you," she moved her lips without producing any sound. Looked like the man really knew how to explain things and Lilin was really grateful for that.

After that, she and Aedan started separating from the two in hopes of finding drinks, "I really need a drink right now, yes," she said, her voice clearly a little bit too joyful. Oh goodness, she hated losing control over herself. Especially because as a Jedi, she had to be extremely content with her every single move and thought. Losing the capability to do that was something she was not familiar with and made her feel insecure. But she didn't want to detoxify the effects of alcohol, though.

The man said something about dancing. She didn't really hear the whole sentence, but she kind of guessed what he had said.

"I'm not the best, but I do know some dance steps," she muttered.

[ [member="Aedan Lochlan"] | [member="Charzon Loulan"] | [member="Owen Holst"] ]

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Wow… Alleycat was really losing her touch, going around calling everyone, especially men - and good looking men to boot, by their assigned squadron numbers. The Taanabian beauty never used to be like this… well that was before the big break up that rocked her world. Maybe she was still protecting herself and defecting with shields at 100%, though she she could have swore something the likes of green lasers got through trying to fray them earlier.

"Well then we should definitely change that, hmm… I mean after all these missions together, we should get properly introduced. And please, call me Alex," the brandy-eyed brunette offered with a sweet smile before taking a long, slow sip of bubbly from the flute in her hand.

Alexandra wasn't quite sure what was going on in [member="Lucius Varad"]'s head as he was a hard man to read for her. The pale, silvery-gold haired pilot wasn't your average flyboy. There was an aloofness about him; one Russo wasn't quite sure was of the naughty or nice sense, but it intrigued her nonetheless.

"Mhmm Corellian, yes. My favorite… We should get along nicely," Alex beamed, then eyed the bottles lining the shelves behind the bar and spotted her target.

"Cover me, I'm going in," she said with a mischievous lop-sided grin, then the tall brunette slipped from the bar stool and went around the end of the bar's marble counter where they were sitting and entered in behind.

Russo smiled deliciously at the male bartender who nearly spilled a drink he was pouring for another patron at the other end, then the long-legged Rogue stretched up her shapely form and snatched a bottle of premium Corellian whiskey off the top shelf; a reserve label even. Two glasses were secured on the way out of Alleycat's strafing run of the bar, then she sauntered back to her spot next to Lucius.

"Do you want to drink this here or find a table perhaps over by the band? The music isn't too bad."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Upon learning that Rogue Squadron had no decisional power over delivery of relief supplies, Charzon may be wondering who, in the Galactic Alliance chain of command, could make such decisions. And also Charzon was a little tipsy after drinking so much brandy. She made comments about the music to [member="Owen Holst"], as well as where the instruments could be sourced. Back in high school, she was one to play trombone, but she knew she did not have the talent to go on any further than the end of high school. She doesn't have absolute pitch either, but she can tell that someone plays more and more false notes, due to an instrument going out of tune. Unfortunately she is unable to tell who needs re-tuning, because there is more than one musician playing that particular instrument.

"The last time I listened to music like that live, it was at Toadette's Music Room, a music instrument vendor which sells all the instruments used here if you want to play that music at home, or when you're not piloting. Although I'm sure there are musical merits to what's being performed today, there is someone that needs re-tuning its instrument!"

Except that Toadette's Music Room is a music shop on JanFathal which, on the outside, looks like a giant grand piano. There are other shops that sell similar merchandise, just that Toadette's Music Room sometimes offer live performances by budding musicians.

 

[Nia Siroc]

On the balcony, the apprentice came to a most important decision. Her teachers had always told her to trust in the Force, and so, she would. She re-entered the manse, making a beeline for the huge double doors at the end of the hall. Some of the pilots from earlier were scattered by her exit like so many geese.

Her future didn't lay in any galas or balls, but rather, a place almost exactly opposite. It was off to the Temple for her and then to the spaceport. A journey would be undertaken tonight by Nia. A journey both physical and spiritual in it's nature.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson could pick up hints of Kaili’s panic and she instantly felt bad about this entire thing. The girl was so controlled and meticulous in her existence. Then here came Allyson to throw a wrench into every aspect of her life. She watched as the girl peered around to see if there was anyone she knew and listened to how she strained to answer the question. It seemed they were safe from the eyes of her family, which calmed Allyson for the most part. There was no way she was going to be able to explain this to them. Reaching out she grasped Kaili’s hand and gave it a squeeze. She could see the girl fighting the urge to freak out from the loss of control. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Lilin?” Allyson hadn’t heard of this girl before. Tilting her head, she tried to find where Kaili was staring off to and then from the corner of her eye she noticed the unbalanced Talith. An arm expertly wrapped around the girl’s waist and brought her close for support and a soft smile spread across her face. Sighing softly, she knew this was a horrible idea and that she should have listened to Kaili. For some reason the girl was insistent on breaking her own rules when she was with Allyson. Remembering that, made Allyson feel even more guilty. A finger trailed under Kaili’s chin as she brought the drunk woman’s attention to her. “Hey if you want to do that Jedi stuff you can, then we can meet Lilin sound good?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Ally wondered who this other girl was, she was so curious about Kaili’s world. Especially the world that happened before she decided to rip it apart. Allyson’ hand fell from Kaili’s chin as she rubbed the back of her own neck. Her mind weighed heavy on the problems she seemed to consistently cause for the blonde who was now latched onto her for support. First, she ruined her hermit nature, two she got her shot, three, she somehow managed to convince her Yavin was a good place to live, and five, she got her drunk – knowing that she was extremely sensitive to it. Groaning inwardly, she scolded herself about knowing better. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Kaili Talith"] [/SIZE][member="Lilin Imperieuse"]