What Happens in Space Vegas Stays There...Normally

[Matreya]

Dressed dapper, while always seeming rugged and handsome, one Damien Daemon walked into a bar... wait is that how the joke goes? Anyway, the Emperor of the revived Sith Empire, found himself already over pressured yet under appreciated. So he wanted a drink.

Maybe some feminine company.

Sitting at the bar, he tapped the polished mahogany, "Bottle of... let's start with Brandy. Work our way to Scotch later." After his hand left the counter top, the bartender would notice the expensive credit chip found there. It more than payed for any drink... times a hundred. But it didn't matter. He might just drink that much.

Spinning in place, he eyed the crowd of the cantina. His mind moved at a million miles an hour thanks to the Boost he took a bit ago to enjoy the euphoric symptoms. So he was able to meet every face, analyze, then move on, in the breadth of an eighth a second.

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[Deneve Verd]

There came a time in every persons life when they needed a break. That such time stumbled upon Deneve after her recent encounter with her father. It left her in the mood to drink away her worries. What better place to do it then where she found herself this evening. Making me her way into the Establishment, the raven haired witch would make her way towards the bar. Where as most people here were dressed to kill, the women found herself dressed in a simple sweater and elegant pair of slacks.


Moving forward with a purpose, she ordered a bottle of Corellian whiskey to herself. Placing the credit chit on the counter top it was then that she allowed hazel hues to slide over the crown, studying those gathered there with an amused look.

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[Matreya]

Damien continued his analytical gaze, until it stopped on a woman as she entered. Making her way to the bar, he watched as she set a chip down. As the bartender passed, he held a hand out to stop him, gesturing her way, "What she wants, give her. On me." He said. She was beautiful. Which he never said about any women. Watching the ways her hips had moved, hidden just enough beneath her sweats, well it was almost intoxicating.

Removing the cork from his drink, he poured a healthy glass, his eyes never leaving the woman. Putting the crystalline structure to his lips, he let the wamrth of the amberous liquid cascade down his throat in a single swallow.

Some might take it as he was gathering the courage to speak with her. It wasn't that. He wanted to enjoy watching her more. To take in the person that was before him. She was elogant, yet seemed powerful all the same, while giving off the most alurring odorous hue from her power and soup alike.

If he didn't have her, he might just have to consume her.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

She started at the male beside her offering to pay for her drink, her lips pursing slightly. It was within a matter of seconds before she turned her intense gaze on him, watching him for a few long minutes. Deeming him to have no ill intentions for the moment, she would give him a regal incline of her head in thanks before pouring herself a glass of her chosen poison. Lifting the glass to her eyes, she would study the liquid within the glass before bringing it to her lips, her gaze once again drifting to the curious make beside her.

Now Deneve normally avoided the opposite sex Like the plague but tonight she wanted some company that wasn't full of excuses. She wanted someone that she could be open with and no feel bad if her words affected them in a negative manner. And such it would seem that this fascinating make beside her might be whom she offered up her company to. She wouldn't be obvious about it but she gave him an appraisal, approving of what she say and felt from him.

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[Matreya]

When she looked his way once, Damien made no sign of recognition save the continued stare. It wasn't a creepy look, more so an interested inclination. The second time however, he smiled, a regal shift of the lips that many found beautiful.

Raising his recently refreshed glass in salute, he said, "May you continue to stun men in the future." A soft chuckle emanated until the glass poured the liquid inward once more. The swallow brought forth more warmth, and it was at this point he recognized the exquisite taste of the Brandy. Rarely did a small time bar have good liquor.

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[Deneve Verd]

Oh, he was a charmer. How delightful. It was then that a genuine smile lit up her features, her eyes dancing with amusement before a melodious laugh slipped past her lips. Shifting slightly in her chair, she would angle herself so that she now faced him, giving her a better view of the male besides her.

Placing her glass down, she then turned her full attention on him, her lips still holding the curve of a smile." I believe you are the stunning one between us." Mores musical tones danced forth from her lips before she even realized that she had spoken. Pouring herself another glass it was then that she would address him once more."It's only fair that I know the name of the man that so kindly offered to pay for me drink.."


It was clear that her initial unease had left her once he had spoken to her. If anything he just seemed like a very intense man, something that was like a breath of fresh air to her.

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[Matreya]

Damien smiled once more, "Daemon, Damien Daemon." He said in response, "Please, lying is such a bad habit." At this his smile broke out into a broad grin. Swirling the liquid in his glass, he eyed her over the rim before swallowing another drink, "So, what's a beauty like you doing in a bar like this?" He gestured to all of the hardened men around them.

Once more he felt surprise at the drink: already he was feeling that sluggish feeling of inebriated states. It might be the Boost making it easier, but either way, only a bit more and he would be drunk. Was that such a bad idea? Not quite. However he did get more reckless and bold when drunk.

Either way, he wanted her to speak more. He enjoyed listening to her already.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"Well that sure is a mouthful. May I call you Damien?" Her tongue rolled his name slightly due to the whiskey. "You may view it as a lie but I see it as the truth. As for this place. This is my favorite spot. These men are pups compared to what I am used to.." It appeared she was becoming blunt yet still kept her grace and class. "You've given me your name so I shall entrust you with mine. My name is Deneve. Deneve Verd.." A hint of distaste could be caught at the mentioning of her last name before it was gone as quickly as it came.

"The same question could be presented to you my dear. This doesn't seem like your typical place. Your dress is more refined then our fellow patrons." She would lean in to say this, her voice soft so that she might not offend the fellow patrons. She had respect for others so she saw no need to risk offending them with her words.

Leaning back, she would pour another glass and bring it to her lips, enjoying the way it slid down her throat, heating her from the inside.

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[Matreya]

Damien went still. Not visibly, but it was there. That name... wasn't that the very same of the apprentice he heard Rave held at one time? He was potentially a threat when it came to possessing the entirety of Alchemical knowledge...

He would look at that info better when he wasn't drinking he decided.

"You may call me Damien, it is my name of course." He said, "Deneve. A wonderful, yet original name." Pausing to drink, then gesture to his suit, "I prefer the finer things in certain aspects. Drink, clothing, women.." Letting that last bit hang in the air, he offered a dazzling grin once more.

"Say, would you like to catch a show or something after we have had our fill?" Damien asked with an arched brow.

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[Deneve Verd]

Setting her glass down, she would blink a few times before giving him a slight nod of her head."I can understand the enjoyment of finer things." With that she would turn towards the bartender and offer up a smile signaling her that she was done. She was starting to feel the affects of the whiskey and therefore it was best that she stop whilst ahead.

"I see now harm in catching a show. Just don't try any funny business. It will end badly no matter how good looking you may be." Welp she had opened her mouth and inserted her foot by opening admitting that she found him highly attractive. That said, she would glance around the establishment once more, her lips pursed as she took in the interactions of those gathered.



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[Matreya]

Damien finished his glass, poured another, than finished that as well before rising, "That should have it all covered." Damien said as he set down another chip. The bartender began a fuss, but Damien waved him off as he walked closer to Deneve, "No funny business. You can choose where and what we go to." He said.

He pretended to not hear the words, but inside felt pride at the comment of his appearance. She enjoyed his look, and he hers. Maybe they could be a more compatible match than initially believed. Then, without meaning to copy her, he to looked around the room one last time.

He stepped outside and awaited her. It made him curious where they would go.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

Rising in one swift and fluid motion, she would turn to the bartender and thank him before moving to join Damien outside. It was then that she able to take his full appearance in. Offering up a smile it wasn't long before she began speaking."I'm afraid this Establishment is all I know." A sheepish smile danced across her features. If anything Deneve knew when to admit when she was in over her head.

"I believe you should decide what we do. I trust your judgement. " Speaking softly, she would reach up and brush her hair from her eyes, an absent gesture she had a habit of doing when she was nervous or deep in thought. And she was thinking alright. He was the first and only male that she had encountered that she had been attracted to. Normally she was put off by males but he was polite and well mannered yet she sense something dark lurking beneath the surface yet she wasn't afraid it anything it made her more comfortable with him.

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[Matreya]

Damien nodded, his eyes on her face as she slowly brushed aside hair. To him the action carried on for eternity. It could be the drinks, but at that moment he decided he would have her. It was only a matter of time...

"Uhm." He began, his voice husky in an odd way he wasn't used to, so he cleared his throat before continuing, "I am guessing your a fighter of some kind, so we can take in a Shock Boxing match, there is a gym nearby, or maybe a holovid. I hear there's some decent ones out at the moment." As he spoke his eyes met hers, "Uhm... We could play some paintball, that's fun after drinking..."

What was this moment bringing about? Why did he have such intense emotions? Was the Force guiding this?

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

She was watching him and the way he presented himself to her as he was explaining their options amused her. It was when she found herself drawn closer to him that shocked her. Stepping closer, she reached up and touched his face lightly, not in the least bit bothered that it might upset him.

"No, your face is much too good looking for boxing. Paintball sounds eventful." Her words were delivered with a sense of finality as she would soon pull her hand back and shrug "My apologies. Wanted to make sure you were real and I'm not too far wasted and hallucinating in the middle of the street." She chuckled lightly, remembering that time something like that had infact happened to her.
Not the her being attracted to someone part but the part of her picking a fight with someone that wasn't there.

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[Matreya]

Damien felt his skin tingle as she touched him. It flared to life as it had never done. He had memories of similar things, but that was simply the stolen knowledge of other beings, ans like situations. This was real, solid, and he didn't know what it meant..

"I'm real." He murmured, "I'm guessing you are too, but I'm not sure anymore.." He said while having an incredible urge to kiss the woman. Her lips were lush and calling to him, though even inebriated he had morals, so would follow his promise to not do anything she wouldn't want.

Gesturing over her shoulder he said, "The paintball arena is that way. If that sounds good we can definitely go." When withdrawing his arm, he made sure to brush his thumb lightly down the line of her jaw.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

She heard him speak and in doing so her eyes were drawn to his mouth as he did so. It was only when his thumb came into contact with her jawline that she repressed a pleased shudder. She had actually enjoyed his touch and touching him. Something was going on and she decided to be the one to voice what she felt. Drawing in close to him, she would reach out and place her hand against his chest.

"Care to put a plausible theory together on why I feel drawn to you and have the strongest desire to kiss you?"Yep, blunt and straight to the point. No use beating around the bush, she was drawn to him a male. A known fact about Deneve was that she was highly uncomfortable around men yet she felt perfectly at ease in his presence and even wanted to kiss him.

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[Matreya]

Damien smiled down into her eyes, "The Force works in mysterious ways." He said as he reached down to cover her hand with his own. Even through her palm he could feel the racing of his heart, "That's the only thing I can think of. Some greater force wants us to feel this way." The space between them now was almost nothing, yet still it felt like to much.

Slowly letting his gaze roam across her face, he sighed, "What do you think it is? Unless you have some hidden talent in manipulation, I have no other clue." He softly began to run his thumb along the underside of her wrist. It was weird to want to touch someone in these kinds of fashions, yet it did not feel bad at all.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"I've got nothing.."Her voice caught in the back of her throat, her fingers splaying against his chest, taking in the feel of his racing heart. She would be able to tell if he was lying. Searching his face, she stood there for a few long moments, enjoying just being close to him before with a regretful sigh easing back slightly.

"I have no need to manipulate what I can achieve by being honest." A simple response yet a soft rebuttal for him even suggesting she would do such a thing. Lifting her gaze to his eyes , she would once again begin speaking."You were obviously put in my path for a reason. I won't try to fight it. I feel comforted in your presence as such I will enjoy it." It was only after she was done speaking that she would lean up on her toes and place a light kiss upon his cheek, her lips lingering slightly before she pulled back from him.

"Come, let us not waste the night wandering about the whys and how's."

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[Matreya]

Damien sighed then nodded, "True enough. And let's move on then." He said as he began to guide her down the street. He let her pick the distance that separated them, but still glanced her way every so often.

"So.. something in your accent seems familiar. Come from anywhere I might be familiar with?" He asked as a topic of different matters. At this point he wasn't even sure if he was leading her to the arena, or if they would simply continue walking until they found something to do. He didn't care either way. Plenty of people would call that idiotic as it would likely ruin his suit, but in these times he didn't care any longer. He wanted to hear her talk, laugh, and be around her.

Gods above, am I already addicted? He asked himself...

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"Dathomir is my home.." A simple reply was given before she slowed her pace so that she was closer to him. Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, she would smile before falling back so that she walked besides him."Remind me to replace your suit. And don't you say I can't because I will do it anyways." Yes, she could be extremely stubborn at times but she did after all take after her father in the aspect.

"I've given you bits about me. Tell me about you please?"She voiced this as a question knowing full well some people might not want to talk about themselves but she wanted to know him and what made him tic so to speak. Glancing around, she would soon pick one of the cleaner streets to head down with him, hoping to keep his suit clean for even just a while longer.

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