Interacting with: Vera Mina
She didn't know much about the game, not that she were at all interested. It weren't like it were taking place on Castagne, or that even a Castan Team were participating. She were here under orders basically...a so called assignment.
"Sigh..." She stretched her legs as she stretched her torso against the chair. the sounds of the arena filling up and the side line distractions of what she could see were peep teams..cheerleaders. boring...
Karlie took to look up at the angled ceiling overhead and it's micro spotlights illuminating the VIP seats and lounge. Yes, she were at the very sense of the word, bored and didn't want to be here.
"Miss Destat..." a voice drew her attention from the ceiling.
"...would you care for some Moet de Vechio?..." A staff member, a man in white tux and gloves were semi leaning over her with a tray.
Karlie's eye glared over to him. Seriously? Did not this buffoon see she were-...uhm, busy thinking?
So Ok, she were really just starring up at the ceiling bored out of her mind being forced to sit through this game she had no interest in.
"Are you kidding me?" She unwound her legs off the railing and did all she could from getting up and letting him have more than a good portion of her mind. "Is this what's going to go on all night? Hound me for this or that? Haven't I not made myself clear with the other yahoos, that if I wanted anything I'd......I'd...- "
Er wait a minute, she stopped in mid scolding... the bottle looked like it were-
"Is...is that a bubbly?" her demeanor seemed to have done a complete flip, as she questioningly pointed to the bottle.
"Mam?" Of course the man were confused, as he had never heard of bubbly or whatever she were meaning or asking him for.
"Champagne. Is that champagne?" Oh how quickly she could change moods when it came to good bubbly.
"Why yes, Miss Destat, it is. It is one of our finest and complimentary of-" naturally she had little interest or time for a server to tell him his life's story or whatever he were babbling about. All she heard was that it was indeed champagne and she properly sat up and pointed for him to set the tray down in front of her on the railing's raised base/kick-wall in front of her.
"Come on...come on...give it here, it'll fit." She took to help him settle the tray on the thin base.
"Uhm, mam...how about if I just leave the Moet and glass on the rail? The tray... well, I wouldn't wish to see the tray fall over...mam." he nervously pointed out to the spectators below the VIP lounges.
That were the first time Karlie took to peeking as to what were below her.
"Heh..." Well what do you know, he had a point.
"...er..right. Yea." She could see his point. Damn him, she should have figured that.
"Well what are you still standing there for? You got your tray...now scoot!...Shoo..." She gestured him to leave.
"And don't come back till you see this bottle empty....hear?"
"Of course, mam..." And off he high tailed it, for no doubt he had been given implicit instruction to cater to this witch's every need.
Two flutes later...
Still bored....but feeling nice.
So Karlie topped herself a third and took to wonder as to what she were looking up at the ceiling before.
"Hmm..." she closed one eye, then quickly switched and looked at the micro lights with the other. The perspective changed between left eye, right eye, and she repeated it a few times, finding some amusement in it to occupy some of her time. Yes, she were getting a bit tipsy...maybe too tipsy as she weren't paying attention to the full flute in her hand.
"Yikes..." A bit of the cold bubbly spilled on her, prompting her to sit back upright. "...oh shoot..." She then went about trying to brush some of that sparkly white off her shirt.
Of course she still held that flute glass in her other hand while attempting to brush off what had originally spilled on her before she realized her movements were causing the bubbly to swirl and sway it's way way out of the glass and on to her other parts.
"Oh for Palpatine's sake..." she cussed and went on to down the third glass of bubbly. And yes, she best change seats before it would really make her look like she missed a trip to the refresher.
"Ohhh...tehee..." Karlie chuckled finding herself nearly tripping over her own feet as she changed to the next seat. Yes, the blonde were pretty tipsy by now, as the Moet were one of the finest bubbly she had in quite some time.
Of course she were careful enough to slide the bottle and glass over...she wasn't that far gone. Then again, there had been many funny holo-vids of drunk people that were recorded tripping, falling or otherwise flipping ass-drunk but somehow managing to save their drinks intact. Well, Karlie had not been one of those talented drunks, but had enough mishaps to somehow have trained her motor skills to not loose a glass. And this particular flute by which she had carefully slid over was now getting refilled.
Only that the glass was either bigger than she anticipated, or had it developed a leak of sort?
The few shouts from below tipped her as to why her flute wasn't filling. She peeped her head over the side to find some fist shaking fans directing their love for the blood sport at her.
"Oh...sorry..." She shouted back down, before she popped herself back down on her seat, laughing. Well, frak them, if they couldn't laugh with her.
"Oh damn... nooooo....." Her bubbly bottle was now empty.
Karlie turned herself around with the empty champagne bottle waving...
"Oh captain...captain my captain...te-hee..." She were calling for another.
"Yes, mam...?" The same man in the white tux came over, graciously relieving her of the empty bottle.
"More bubbly, pleeeese...te-hee..." yes, she were in a good mood.
"Er, yes mam....right away...." he replied before he went off.
"Sigh..." Karlie settled back down on her seat and looked over the arena.
First off, her eyes, relaxed as she were, were out of focus and all ahead and below her were pretty much a few hundred if not thousands of bouncing little colorful bobs.
"Shoot... really, now how's anyone gona be expected to see a ball game if they're out of focus like that?!..." She went on to ask herself, gesturing to what her fuzzy reasoning that it were a holo-vid.
Well maybe the game was out of focus, but the ceiling lights weren't.
Ok maybe they were. But they now looked like stars.."Hhmm...interesting..."
And in her fascination of the microlights on the ceiling, she once more stretched her legs over the railing and gazed at them like they were stars overhead. Twitching one eye, then the other and so on and so on...
Yes, one might construe that Karlie were bored out of her mind looking up at the ceiling during the start of a bloody ball game... and conveniently exposing her supple neck, leaning back like that, just starring at the ceiling...
"Huh?..." did the captain come back already with another bottle already?
Karlie looked over with an anticipating smile. Strange the blurry image of the man had an hourglass curve to him.
She blinked once...trice even, with both eyes this time before the figure took to look like-
"Vera?..." No, Karlie didn't quite get what Vera had said, just recognized the woman's voice. it had taken a second, maybe more for her to put voice to image, then focus on image to see Vera.
But lord and behold it was Vera. Vera, Vera, Vera....
"Oh my god...it is you!" Karlie were taken by surprise. She hadn't exspected to ever see vera. At least not if she could of helped it. It weren't that she disliked the woman, no. It were the entire ordeal that Karlie had gone through with Darth Metus minions interrogating her and such. Then Vera's employer, that psycho vampire... Brrrrrr... it still sent chills down Karlie's spine, thinking of what she had been through.
Vera Karlie had somehow really developed a liking for. The woman were older than she, but very sophisticated... very... very pretty.
Karlie didn't realize she were starring at the woman with her mouth agape, ogling the perfect form of what a woman-
No, what a goddess looked like. And Vera were still dressed- .... Karlie blinked again to be certain...
"Oh shoot..." She realized Vera was in her business like form fitting attire...her counselor outfit.
It were in the same style as most of Vera's wardrobe had been during Karlie's horrid ordeal and trial. Although they were of the same genre, each and every one of them had their own flair and uniqueness. Damn could Vera pull them off as both sexy and business attire.
Even now Karlie felt a grade or two below scoring what Vera was pulling off...even with Karlie's makeup and hair done just right. Well at least she had left Castagne all dolled up as far as her bubbly memory recalled.
"...am I in trouble again?" She reached over to Vera placing her hand on the woman's forearm. Her eyes looking like that of a helpless faun caught again in a hunter's snare. Was Vera here once again to save her?
Edited by Karlie Lynn Destat, 05 March 2019 - 07:08 PM.