Zeltros Ink

[Judah Lesan]

The musty smell of cigarette smoke filled the lobby of the small parlor. Customers liked to smoke all kinds of things, but the usual drug of choice was nicotine. Quint found no pleasure in any of it. Drugs, alcohol, sex, those were fun, but nothing got it him off like a little ink and needle. That's why his arms were covered, and his back was a work in progress. Why not make a living sharing what he did? The only way to do that was to have his own shop, at least to do that leagally. A lot of his work had been done in prison, but that was a different time and a different Quint.

He finally was free to make a life of his own. Salis was one who actually was trying to break from his life as a felon drug runner. It was a difficult adjustment at first, but he'd adjusted. He'd been eleven when he started, nineteen when he faced adult charges. All of that was behind him, and for the past six years he'd been running his own tattoo parlor on Zeltros.

Paradise City was the center of hedonism and all things sinful. One would think Quint should stay away, but he was surprisingly able to stay clean when everyone around him was likely involved in something illegal. Walking to the door, Quint pulled on the chain which was attached to the neon open sign. Most of his work was done at night, and the static hum of the neon sign was the familiar overture to his night. He smiled and checked as he took his seat waiting for the lobby to fill. Until then he'd watch the streets and take in the colorful parade of scantily clad women heading to the near by clubs.

 

[Matreya]

Samael soared through the air, his broad wings spread wide to let the wind flow through them in a relaxing motion. Even though it was dark out, life on Zeltros left the ground with enough heat to allow a decent updraft of warm currents to make flapping minimal. Despite this though, he still used the motions more than required, as he wanted to reach a shop he had heard about. He doubted it had a closing time, but how would he know having never been there?

Spotting the sign he sought, Samael pulled himself in a wide circle while simultaneously beginning the process of retracting his wings. Each inch that withdrew brought about a certain speed of drop, until he landed on solid footing. Dusting at his coat, then arms, he made sure to look somewhat presentable, before letting slack droop on the binding leather that held his coat. Beneath he wore a black shirt and matching jeans, ending at his feet with polished boots of the same dark ilk.

Opening the door, he paused to breathe in the scent. It was one he enjoyed. Ink, needles, piercings, they all held their own that came together to form the exotic aroma. Some places also added the smell of incense, leather, and other tantalizing fumes.

Spotting the man he guessed was in charge, he nodded his head, then swept a hand through the silver white hair atop his noggin, "I hear this is the place to get inked. That true?"

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Okay that was cool. The beautiful part of people watching was the patient were sometimes rewarded with the spectacular. In this case it took the form of a man in flight and, even moreso, a customer. Quint was dressed as simply as the man, except no leather jacket and his shirt was sleeveless. How else would he show off his ink. Quint smiled as he stood, walking toward the man hand extended for a firm shake.

"That's the word on the street these days," he said after the shake. "Did you have anything specific in mind, or want to look at the designs I've got on the wall. Personally there are like 30 of each of these out on the streets so..."

Most people could care less, but there were those who wanted something original. If anyone knew their art they wanted unique work. Many in that case they had their own design. Quint didn't know until they talked. Hopefully this one wanted something fancy. A grand work for an equally grand entrance.

[member="Samael"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Wondering the street after making another business appointment that had all but went as planned. Even those she really didn't like the planet, if anything it was her type of party going. Even so she couldn't help but feel as if someone like her didn't hold something back from time to time. Only then she couldn't help but spot a tattoo parlor what made this one so special then all the others ones that blanket the streets here in this city of never to sleep.

Only reason she was her was purely business related wasn't it? Even so her own eyes couldn't help but go to the door, only to find herself turning the knob, even so slowly. Seanna just what was she doing or thinking. Had to be out of her mind to think of going into a place like this then again there she was pulling open the door. Even as she went in it remember her of a good old back water bar that she had visit very often after the days work on the Nerf farm had been done.

Now more then anything else there came something else that was deeper keep with in herself. Even those she had to maybe break a few noses after all even she like her personal space, those that seem to take a fancy to red just couldn't get out of there simple mind that she wasn't interested in the likes of them, even those how pink or white they where. No she was one to not be taken in by the first jonny that she met, life had taught her that early on first with her own master then with her Lover she had for many years.

"Hello," just what had she thought a place like this was suppose to look like. Then who was she fooling she was dressed in one of her business meeting.

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Samael"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael grinned at that, shaking the man's hand in return, "Great. And yes I-" He began, but was cut off by a beautiful woman coming through the door. He paused to eye the woman up then down. Both he and the other man were sleeveless with similar attire as well, fit for the more rough male type.. she on the other hand seemed the fit, ideal female model type. It was an oddity. What was someone like that doing in this sort of shop?

"Yeah, custom ink, man." Samael said, his gaze returning to the other, "The Crest of my family. Plus whatever freedom you want. Already got a couple designs in place, and with each I had the base model then told the artist to do whatever else he felt like to add their own flair." Pushing the left side of his jacket back, then lifting the shirt, he showed a tattoo running along the ribcage, "This was originally just supposed to be a face hidden in the shadows. Basically you get artistic freedom, while being paid for the work in full. So long as this," Samael pulled out a design, "Gets incorporated clearly.

"Sound good?" He finished, and sat at one of the chairs, not relaxing though as he hadn't heard confirmation.

Slowly his eyes drifted towards the woman once more..

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Before the man could answer a redhaired Kiffar walked into the shop. Quint smiled, as he looked her way.

"I'll be right with you," he said as his attention went back to fhe first customer.

Of course [member="Samael"] had his own work with him. The tattoo he showed off was pretty cool, but the placement, all wrong for the rib cage. Why hadn't the artist added some cracked ribs into the piece or something. He would have anyway. The other design stood on its own. If it was indeed his family crest the best was to keep it simple. Certain tattoos were meant to be a work of art, others a statement, and it was the artist who was responsible to know which was which.

"Yeah I can work with that. Give me a few minutes to get this lovely lady squared away, and I'll draw this up. Only question I have is where are we putting this?" Quint had his own idea, but this wasn't his tattoo.

When the answer came he turned his attention to the Kiffar. She was cute, busty, and dressed for business. It was clear she did not come to Zeltros often. If she had she'd look more the part. Instead, more skin was covered than showing, which was a shame. No matter, Quint rarely made it a habit to flirt with his customers. That usually led down a dangerous path. They got ink, they paid, they went on their way. Sure the ocassional flirtation still managed to happen, but enough to get the nervous ones through the process.

"How can help? You want some ink, a piercing maybe?"

[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael chose to nod as a reply, indicating he would let the man talk to the woman before answering. Continuing to sit in the chair, he finally leaned back to relax, as he had gotten the affirmative on his tattoo. Staring around at the work, he grinned here and there, wondering how many shmos had the same tat, rather than get a unique one. It wasn't that the art was bad, quite the opposite, it was just that this art belonged to the maker. To have a set that others did as well, it seemed to denote the artistic appeal to the senses.

Fully undoing the straps on his jacket, he let the sides of the leather slip open further, a soft thunk sounding as he did. Ignoring it, he figured the man would believe it him dropping something - not the Akk Dog scales built into a mesh inside his coat. Shrugging out of the sleeveless holes, he rose then laid the leathered item onto the chair as he moved towards the wall. Occasionally muttering his approval of certain aspects, or chuckling at obvious humor, he moved from example to example.

Finding a certain appeal to the store, more and more with each second, Samael decided he would ask for a job. Besides the enticing idea of being around this for extended periods, he also had more to bring to the table, such as his fathers alchemy. He himself knew the Runes of Power, as well as how to imbue them with minor enhancements, but his father could possibly assist in making piercings that held power, ink that inherently had enchanted properties and the like.

Samael knew then he would ask upon the beginning of his work.

For now he returned to his seat, staring at the beautiful woman, while slowly sliding a hand through his hair.

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Well why don't you think about it and I'll be back."

Quint nodded and he moved to the back room where he transfered the design onto the paper he used to put the impression on the man's skin. Hopefully the guy had good skin. Customers were always hit and miss on all that. Even women were hit and miss. While you'd think they'd have better skin than men, some men had smoother and softer skin. It was a good thing he was completely straight, because there some men who certainly pretty.

"Alright good sir, how about a name and where you want this. I'm thinking keeping it black is best. Let the symbol stand out on its own. Your skin, hair, it's all a perfect contrast to the ink and let's keep it that way. We can admire the Kiffar from here. Could always ink her face on your ass?"

Okay that was tattoo artist humor. He sat on his wheeled swivel chair and started to prepare the tattoo gun and needles. Everything was new and clean. Some of the most used ink colors were in prepared tubes. They'd get tossed after he was done with each customer, but there was nothing that didn't say he could not be prepared. He had a reputation to uphold, especially since this customer was here because of it.

"So what's the story? Why this tattoo? Every tattoo has a story..."

[member="Samael"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael chuckled as the man left the woman to return. When he began work on the prep, Samael answered the first question, "Just to answer the question from earlier, as said, artistic freedom: so we'll put it wherever you appreciate best." Once more reclining, he continued, "Black is good for the majority. But I have always felt that separate color contrasting the main allows for a more depth filled image." Watching the man work, he grinned, "The name is Samael. Samael Daemon."

Glancing again at the silent woman, he wondered about her for another moment. She must have a purpose in the visit, else she would not have come. Yet she said nothing other than her greeting. These sorts of things always made Samael think; his altered genetics had equipped him with a mind faster, more thorough, and rounded, than a normal being. If a question went unanswered it bothered him.

While he eyed the woman he explained the tattoo, "We Daemons are potentially one of the eldest families in existence. Reportedly we have been around as far back as twelve million years ago. Of course that could all be speculation. Except the validity is explained through word of mouth: being Anzati, we can live for eons. So the memories seem plausible.

"Either way, the mark began several millennia ago, when my ancestor Arok established himself as a Warlord on a planet somewhere near what Mandalorian space is today. When he perished, my Clan chose to live casually with their neighbors, up until the establishment of Mandalorian culture.

"We are effectively of the first Clans to exist." Samael ended his speech, bringing his attention wholly to the man once again, "I left a few years ago, well a few decades, and disowned my family name. But that couldn't last, I have a set of moral codes, and thus in the end returned to my father. His demands since have been to bring myself once again into the fold. To show my blood." He shrugged then gestured to the crest, "Hence marking myself."

Sitting a moment he chuckled, "I have a question for you: how old do you think I am?"

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

It wasn't like she did this sort of thing every business trip she took, if she did this sort of thing she would be cover from head to toe with tattoos. Far from it all she wasn't at all like one of those soft ladies that all see her as when she had to play dress up for the business on goings for her corporation. Far from it she had other things beside that. Like her hobbies that could include everything from hunting and tracking creatures of great value to maybe being hired to do some snipping for the right kind of credits after all she was all about what float her ship at the time.

What really brought her back was the fact that he had came back from what he had to do to prep for this other one that seem to peek her interest if anything more then just the way he was looking at her. There was the beauty of it all she would be in her street clothing he might have gotten a mouth full. That he might still just depends after all she wasn't one to be stared at not think there would be some kind of consequences that could be in store for him down the road. Even so she just smile at him as if she was in one of her business gathering. So this one did have more of a past what really got her interest was that he had brought up mandalian territory.

He would wait for This tat guy to answer before giving her own answer if he wanted her to guys.

"Oh I guess to see what you got, never really thought about getting a tat until now, for what really don't think I rightly know at this moment, after all I not a girl girl type, more of the adventure type that likes to booze it up, then fight leave my mark on the place." as she had a little sly grin to her.

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Samael"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

The story was interesting. The guy was here as a way to show loyalty to his dad, that was cool, he guessed. Quint didn't know his parents. His dad had been a random one night stand for his mother, and she abandoned him after he was born. The tattoo artist didn't really care either. No family meant he didn't have to feel loyal to the notion of what it meant to be a good son. It also meant he didn't know what love was, or the strength which came from a committed family. Quint was alone, and he likedmtbag way. Never getting too close meant he would never be abandoned again, but it also meant he'd never have the happiness he'd seen others have.

"Well must be a good man to have a son loyal to the family, though you don't sound so convinced. Oh, and let's turn you around. I think this looks great on the back of your neck," Quint said as he finished getting the gun ready.

His attention went back to the woman who was browsing his collection. He sighed at her answer slightly. Quint knew these types. They WERE the one night stand. Flitting from place to place on business, picking up who they could when they could. They were thrill seekers, but when on too much booze were all kinds of trouble. There was no way he wanted that kind of trouble. She was hot though, and he could think of fun places to tattoo her. Though, her and the current customer seemed to be eyeing each other. That was great, he could even help set them up for a night of fun.

"Just don't booze it up in here. Pheromenes run high, and drunks come in enough that I'm always repairing something after I lock up each night. Why don't you take the chair next this guy right here, oh and names from you both would be great. I'm Quint."

Quint didn't answer [member="Samael"]'s question, but age didn't matter for him when it came to tattoos. This was Zeltros, and there was no minimum age for tattoos. Based on the story he guessed the guy was old, but other than that, Quint didn't need to know. He was more focused on his work.

[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael shrugged as he rose from his seat, turning, then crossing the leg over the side as he lowered himself back down. Crossing arms over the back of his seat where he let his chin rest on his arms so his neck was bare. He wondered other than the base crest what the artist would perform.

Preference always pointed to extravagance for him. So he hoped bright and noticeable.

Mulling over the woman's words he smiled, "Ah. Was wondering what a polite looking woman would do in this kind of establishment. In all my centuries I haven't seen one like you in this kind of place." He said calmly.

Thinking of the words bout being a good son, Samael almost missed the call to introduce himself. He had never deemed himself as such...

"Samael. Samael Daemon." Sam said to the girl, offering his hand to shake, leaving the other dangling. "Anyway boss man, any ideas of alterations or additions you want to do to the design?" Samael said over his shoulder.

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Joza Perl]

As if on cue, three scantily clad pink figures entered the building. You know, just to remind everyone that they were on Zeltros.

The first two had vibrant skin and dark violet hair, trademarks of their race. One, clearly some sort of buzzed already—who pre-gamed for a tattoo parlor?—hung onto the other’s arm with girlish babbling and giggling. Her escort merely smiled gently, a hint of anxiety in her eyes. Upon seeing the tattooed young man, the inebriated Zeltron perked up and let go of her friend’s arm.

“QUINTTTTT!” She squealed, waving wildly at him with a large smile plastered onto her face. She tried to rush forward, but the other Zeltron quickly grabbed her arm.

“Tam, he’s with a customer…” The other woman tried to placate her overeager friend, giving her arm a tug.

“Nooooo!” She whined with a childish stamp of her foot. “I wanna see Quint now!” A pout formed on her face at being scolded.

“Geeze, Tammy. We’re here for Angie, remember? She’s getting her belly button pierced. You’ve already got one.”

A third voice rose up from behind the pair, both of them turning face a grumpy looking redheaded Zeltron. Crossing her arms over her chest, she would roll her eyes and tap her foot as if impatient. She gestured to the quieter piece of the trio, said woman flinching and suddenly looking a bit more nervous.

“Y…yeah…um, Tam got her’s done here, and she said it was a good place so…”

“The best one in town!” Tamara would turn back to Quint and flutter her dark lashes at him.

“Alright, that’s enough. You can pester him later.” The red head rolled her eyes again and made herself comfortable in one of the chairs at the front, quickly lighting up a cigarra retrieved from between her chest. She smoothed out the scant fabric of her skimpy dress and crossed her legs, eyes wandering over the patrons in the parlor. There was a young man with white hair getting a back piece done and a…strangely well-dressed woman. She was pretty alright, but what was she doing in a place like this? Making some sort of business deal, perhaps?

“Jo!” Tamara had snuck up on her friend while she had been spacing out, climbing across the chairs to get right near her ear. Joza flinched and sent a well-meaning glare at the young woman. “What?” She asked with the tone of a tired parent, flicking her cigarra as she removed it from her mouth.

“You should get a tattoo!”

“No.”

[member="Samael] [member="Quint Salis"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quint didn't even have to look up at the sound of the voices in the room. They'd all been in the parlor before, well two of them had. Hearing a third voice he didn't recognize, Quint looked up. Yeah, he would have remembered if he'd seen that redheaded Zeltron before, they called her Jo. He'd remember that.

"Tam, Angie, good to see you again. You keeping that new piercing of yours clean? You'd hate to see that infected..."

As Quint worked, he kept looking over at the redhead. The design he was working on needed a bit more color. The symbol stayed black, but because it was Mandalorian heritage thing, a Mithosaur skull needed to be added. The open circle in the middle was perfect for that, and so that's where it went. In total the work took about an hour and a half before Quint was satisfied. He grabbed a handheld mirror and pointed to a wall mirror.

"There you go, tell me what you think. I'm gonna get some others set up while you look."

The two girls kept begging Jo to get a tattoo, and Quint chuckled. He shook his head.

"Yeah Jo, you should get one. I'd love to put some ink on your skin!"

His attention went to the Kiffar.

"You got something or do I get to surprise you?

[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Samael"] | [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael relaxed, to the state of almost falling asleep during the work. It was a method of relaxation he had found, despite the 'pain' many claimed to feel. Once it was finished Samael examined his newest ink, then muttered a soft phrase, ulmost impossible to hear. In second the red flesh had lost the majority of its hue, to the point it appeared a two week old tattoo rather than fresh as it was obviously.

Lifting himself, he spun in place to sit back in the chair once again, this time facing the women. They all appeared Zeltros bred, with the annoying pheromonal excretions found in the genetics. He didn't smell any yet though. Either way, his mind worked far to quickly to be subdued by such.

With ease he outdid the process.

Yet they each were magnificent. Plus they mentioned tattoos and piercings, something he found utterly sexy on a woman.

Quietly he regarded them as he slid his arms into the sleeveless holes of his jacket. Reclining, he made sure to let the jacket clink from the plating inside it. As a means to show he still had business in the shop. Whether it was to do with the women was to be gathered.

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“Of course I am!” Tam insisted, rising from her nest of chairs and spinning on her heel to show off the month-old piercing. She needn’t remove any clothing, her bare midriff clearly on display for all to see. It was still a bit swollen and tender to the touch, but she had taken surprisingly good care of it. Or at least, someone had.

At his suggestion, the eager Zeltron turned to her redheaded friend and grasped at her arm giving in a quick tug. “C’mon Jo, he’s good! What are you, scared?” This only earned a scoff from the grumpy woman, who simply sat with her arms and legs crossed, smoke filtering out from the cigarra between her lips. She seemed supremely unamused. Irritated, Tamara placed her hands on her hips. “Why did you even come out with us tonight if you didn’t want to have a good time?”

She did have a point. Joza was being a little bit of a spoilsport.

“I’m here for Angie, not to babysit you.” Came the reply along with another flick of her cigarra. The quieter Zeltron smiled nervously, looking as if she wanted to intervene and stop the pair from starting a fight but chose to observe and see if it would die down on its own. No such luck.

“I know what will get you in the mood…” With a Cheshire grin, Tam pulled a small packet of giggledust from her top and waved it tantalizingly at Joza. The lighter Zeltron’s eyes flared for a moment and she hastily took the cig out from her mouth and growled at the other girl. “Put that away.” The last thing someone with an addictive personality needed was to fall back into her old habits. Then again, she probably shouldn’t be on Zeltros if she was trying to fly straight.

Giving up, Tamara rolled her eyes and stuffed the baggie of powder back into her clothes. Pursing her lips, she had to get one last lick in. “Your hair looks flat.”

“Your tits look flat.”

The biting reply caused Angie to hang her head in her hands as the offended Zeltron gasped. “What?! They don’t…do they?!” She demanded, cupping her chest with her hands as she stared down Angie before whirling around and addressing the rest of the parlor. “Hey, do you guys think my b—“

She was cut off as Angie hurriedly grasped her by her shoulders and pulled her down next to her. “Alright Tam, that’s enough. Joza…” Her gaze drifted to the standoffish redhead, leaving the rest of her sentence open ended. When no apology came, she simply shook her head. This wasn’t the first time they’d clashed.

Leaning back in her chair, Joza reached over to squeeze Angie’s hand in apology. Her eyes began to wander around the establishment, falling over the ink’d owner. At least the place looked clean and well kept. “Sorry ‘bout her.” She called over to Quint, leaning forward with her free hand resting on her legs. She gestured to Tam, who was quickly at work adjusting her assets. “She’s actually a law student while sober. Hard to believe.” A vague smirk began to curl her lips. “Anyway, we’re here for her.” She placed a hand on Angie’s shoulder. “Wants to get a piercing done.”

Angie offered him an anxious smile, clearly not comfortable with a needle piercing her skin. “Is it…can they like, hold my hand while it happens?” She asked tentatively, as if her decision would be riding on his answer.

[member="Samael"] [member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. This was quite amusing. Beautiful women doing spontaneous drunken things: what isn't to love? Reaching into his coat he drew out a thin metal wire, similar to a toothpick, which he put between his teeth. Watching the events led him to ponder offering his healing spell.

The girl could have her piercing and reduce the amount of time it was truly tender. But of course she would need to be down for a darksider to work magic on her. Not many boasted that want.

"I hear getting your button done is only slightly more painful then your tongue. I can tell you that one isn't painful." Sam offered, biting the bar in his tongue so he could show the piercing.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"She's not bothering me, no need to apologize for her. She's been crushing on me a whole lot longer than the past month since her piercing. I swear she got it done just so I would touch her."

Quint got up from where he had been sitting with the Kiffar. She seemed to not be answering, or still deciding, and Quint didn't do any work without all the forms signed, and authorization to do so. The last thing he needed was a lawsuit of some kind because someone woke up and suddenly wanted to claim they didn't know they agreed to the tattoo. His form included a line which handled the drunk issue, i.e. "I understand that even when signing this drunk, high, or intoxicated by any substance which may impair my judgement, I fully acknowledge my decision to get this tattoo." Quint had his butt covered.

He laughed at the way Tam was playing and adjusting her breasts. They were clearly anything but flat, and it was mean, but extremely funny what Joza had said. All the guys in the room were watching her plump her breasts. It was quite the show. Damn, it was fun to run a business on Zeltros.

"Your tits aren't flat Tam, and I'm sure [member="Samael"] would agree with me on that... Go ahead and ask him. I'm sure he'd be happy to inspect them for you."

There was Quint jumping in on the fun now. He looked to Joza and smirked. His goal was to get her to agree to a tattoo. While she seemed disinterested, she kept looking his way. She certainly had all the signs of someone who was interested in getting some time with the owner. Maybe once all the traffic was gone he'd get the truth out of her.

"Okay Angie, let's do this. You know the drill. You pick the stud you want, and then I'll have you sign the consent forms. From there it will be done pretty quick, little to know blood, and I'll have the solution you need to keep it from getting infected. Once it's done, maybe we can get Jo here talked into some ink," His eyes darted back to the red headed Zeltron, "I was serious when I said I'd love to get my hands on your skin."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Amidst the chaos the door once again slid open, a ominous feeling coming along with whomever came in. She wore mostly black, her attire being not of what the average women on a planet like this would be expected wear. Consisting of black leggings, a black tank-top, and a trench coat which was tied together at the waist and was nicely embellished, seeming to have been made to fit her specifically. As she walked in, the echani made sure to take it all in. She remembered the last time she was in a tattoo parlor, however she quickly dismissed this thought as she wasn't fond of who it brought to mind. Nevertheless the 26 year old was on this planet for a reason, despite the faint aroma of liqour and smoke, something she wasn't entirely put off by.

It didn't take long for Azula to notice the commotion of his shop, seemed like the man was making it big. Thinking of this, she had to talk to a Quint Sails. The man run this shop all alone? The dark jedi would need to be sure before she started asking questions. As well as, she would need to get him interested in her before anyone would start giving her answers.

With a aware gait, the woman walked deeper into the store. She noticed all the designs on the wall, recognizing most of them. However as she reached Salis she tried not to roll her eyes of annoyance from the other girls, most likely drunk. Azula first met [member="Samael"] eyes, his hair was so white. She wondered if her natural silver locks would rival his, though she had dyed hers long ago for reasons she need not worry anymore. Azula must have grown used to her dark hair, it has been her image for so long she dared not change it. She then met this so called Jo woman, she wasn't so bad on the eyes. And then she saw the others, not paying them much more than a glance.

When she stepped forward she noticed the kiffar, whom was also a looker. She gave her a nice smile and then waited, she assumed this [member="Quint Salis"] guy would pay her some attention eventually.

Azula was perhaps a bit inpatient. In her waiting she looked to the silver haired fellow, putting her hand out to him. "You must be a veteran at this kind of thing. What can you tell a new girl?" She said and bit her lip, playing her thick (Russian) accent up a bit. Azula, obviously was acting. Being a victim of her previous life, her life before the empire. This woman knew all too well what a sharp edge felt like. No, she was just looking for any extra information this man could give her. She tapped her foot on the floor while she waited for any kind of response, it was a habit of hers.

[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Joza Perl]

At Quint’s suggestion, Tamara brightened and bounced over to [member="Samael"]. The flushed Zeltron would press her plump breasts together, leaning over to give the man a generous look at her cleavage. “You don’t think they’re small or flat, right? Jo’s just being a betchhhhh.” Her dark violet hair would spill over her shoulder and frame the front of her chest quite nicely, her dark lashes fluttering.

Joza snorted and shook her head at Quint’s comment. “What a gentleman.” Before she and Angie could rise to peruse the piercing studs, the door opened again and a distinctly dark sided presence wafted in. Glancing over her shoulder, the Zeltron Jedi looked the newcomer up and down for a moment before arching a brow. There were tendrils of darkness present in her own signature, and she bothered not to hide it from other potential force users on Zeltros. The streets were so thick with pheromones that it didn’t matter. Everyone was here for the same thing, if you looked at it from an umbrella standpoint.

Following Angie over to the case of display piercings, she exhaled some smoke off to the side. Joza wasn’t going to start anything—hell, Tam was a bigger threat right now. Instead she sent casual glances toward the more unruly Zeltron, keeping watch over her behavior.

After selecting her piercing, Angie turned to Quint with a nervous but brave smile. “Okay! I’m ready…” Joza’s hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and for the first time a small smile came from the redheaded Zeltron.

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