No Regrets [Belle Epoque, Pre-game]

[Lord Bellious]

It was a recital night at the Belle Epoque, with retro repertoire being intermingled with more dynamic stage-warmers. Drinks both heavy and light, simple and sophisticated, were being served in stream, and the atmosphere was anything but hushed. Temperamental dancers had alreacy claimed the transparisteel floor, hugged from beneath by a giant menacing cephalopodic something knocking with its beak against the traces of rhythmically moving feet. It was full, without being crowded - patrons who liked personal space usually knew how to enforce it.



Lord Bellious was observing the main chamber from beyond a Venetian mirror from a room atop the bar. She was being assisted by her aide, Razzya. They were talking on something no-one else could hear. Though they might join the floor soon.

[Mahr]

There was a somewhat audible grunt coming from somewhere on the dance floor. The source was not hard to miss as it stood still amongst the crowd it towered upon.

Mahr the massassi was there, looking down intently at the sea-creature with his thumb passing absently on his vibro-ax.

[Jaheem Abasi]

Jaheem entered the place with a faint air of annoyance, he didn't actually like parties much. Crowded affairs, unsecure, but with his new undertaking he couldn't afford to be a recluse or seen as one. He arrives in a nicer set of clothes than normal his black robes trimmed in a brilliant gold his eyes burning that same color of reddish molten bronze they had since the day of his rise to lord. His aid not far from his side the girl was quiet but not meek.

Lord Abasi was one such person who commanded his own space in a venue like this. He wasnt actively aggressive but a sense of menace seemed to flow off of him. But he was a pleasant enough conversationalist when in one and he was not a man without his charms as he moved around the venue.

[Dapper Dog]

This dive was the perfect place to escape the world… owned by a nobody as far as she knew and that sat with her just fine. She wore a red gown, custom as usual and probably costing more than some families see a month, she was riding a high and sipping on hard liquor but still kept some of her grace as she observed the crowd… the massassi and at least one Sith Lord…

Well that was going to dim her mood.

[Lord Bellious]

The appearance of woman in red twisted Moyr's gut, the remembrance of pain energising her with a sudden adrenaline rush. She clenched her fist, and harnessed her fear, riding on the heightened awareness. Analysing the floor she asked Razzya to identify the new Sith Lord for her. Getting the name and some background, she decided to leave her assistant to further observing from the vantage point. And descended, in a gown of black. Not as sumptuous as Zash's, but not much less elegant. Picking a glass of double Corellian on rocks, she stepped out to meet the guests. If what was to ensue was a game of venomous decorum, she was resolved not to be the first to blink.

[Mahr]

The large massassi stirred as the sea-beast stopped trying to get through. Wary of such a shift in intent, he searched for the thing's eyes and locked gaze once done.

What he saw in them was fear, the purest primal fear that dwells in animals, the fear that forced a creature to fight or flee.

And flee it did

''Cowardly beast'' Mahr's mutter was easily drowned by the music. Unlike this primitive being, Mahr was not of such frail nature. He turned his attention towards the crowd, searching for what had changed.

He could only see two: a lady in red and a man with the molten eyes of a sith.

There was a low grunt as he observed them to see who was the threat.

[Dapper Dog]

The woman ordered a second drink and consumed it in one healthy drought. She ordered another and allowed a finger to delicately trace a design on the counter as she waited. If she was aware of being watched she gave no indication perhaps because she was used to such scrutiny for any number of reasons, least of which was the shifting of fabric about her lithe form as she slightly shifted from foot to foot with the rhythm of the music.

[Dino Brado]

Dino was never much at proper parties. There was rarely the occasion to smash someone into something expensive, and the repercussions for doing so tended to be heightened. Unlike in former years, he was "free" to mingle, though that typically left him standing, leaning against a wall by himself. The advantage this time was that he was allowed at the booze. Despite access to finer drinks, Dino contented himself with a drink that he was used to, a liquid that often doubled as a paint thinner. The unpleasantness of the taste contrasted with the slight buzz nicely.

His ridged brow drew as his employer, the master of the estate, stepped out onto the floor. It was curious to see her out of armor, and ready to tackle a different type of battlefield...one he typically had no place in.

[Jaheem Abasi]

Jaheem found a spot at the bar and glared at the people in the seats next to him until they left and his assistant sat next to him asking him questions and shuffling data around on a data pad. Jaheem ordered a drink and began to drink as he swung around and looked out into the party. A public appearance was just designed to be seen you didn't actually have to mingle unless it was an important event. He saw Darth Zash but refrained from approaching her for now. The massassi seemed a bit out of place but Jaheem shrugged it off. Then he saw Lord Bellious descend into the party and handed his drink to his attendant and began winding his way toward the woman.

[Mahr]

The Massassi's eyes narrowed at the sith's movement until he finally noticed the trandoshian in the room. Mahr beelined towards him and gave a nod to one of the few who could be called a warrior here.

''HOY''

[Dapper Dog]

She turned and looked at the Massassi as he approached someone and sipped her drink and observed the brute try and navigate the niceties of a bar… she expected blood.

Blood would be a good distraction.

[Dino Brado]

''HOY''

"Hoy." Dino wasn't sure if he liked the Massassi, but at least this one looked about as out of place as he was, and he rarely had to worry about getting to wordy and making a fool of himself.

[Mahr]

Mahr put his hand on the xeno's shoulder and lowered his head to whisper...or growl(?)...something in his ear

A most unpleasant situation to be sure

''TWO POSSIBLE DANGERS: THE LADY IN RED AND THE BALD DARK SKINNED SITH. THE SEA BEAST GOT AFRAID OF ONE OF THEM.''

Mahr took a step back

''EYES OPEN''

[Lord Bellious]

Seeing the other Sith approaching her, Moyr took course to the bar, drawing the man into the fray. She leaned against the counter at a distance of one seat of separation, rolling cubes in her glass to a muted staccato.

"Darth Zash, it is a surprise to see you here. I would think such venues and companies are beneath your interest. Being overdressed, you may have expected something less rowdy." Moyr mastered her voice to be very moderated, without betraying much. "At least the drink is somehow palatable, I hope?"

[Dapper Dog]

She took a large gulp and said, “I was hoping for someone to fight them… spill some blood, make this an actually interesting evening.”

“Here I thought I would have some anonymity here, maybe I should have dressed down.”

Zash turned back to the counter and said, “As long as the drinks keep coming I see no reason to go anywhere else.”

[Dino Brado]

Dino lets out a snort.

"Lord Bellious is swimming in a different river than my own. It is one I do not wish to head into. But I will gladly be there to pull her out if needed, and give what swims in there a thrashing."


To the last comment, Dino tapped the side of his face with a long claw. As they spoke, it seemed as if Lord Bellious had taken time to speak to the "Lady in Red" that Mahr had spoken of. Dino eyed the conversation from afar, curious to see of his employer would send any direction. Dino knew that she was quite capable herself, would even be furious if he attempted to swarm in on her behalf when it wasn't needed.

[Mahr]

''A WORLD OF EMPTY WORDS THIS PLANET IS'' the massassi grunted in...agreement?

He reached for a bottle of booze and opened it with his mouth, spiting the plug in the trash

''AT LEAST LIQUOR IS DECENT''

[Jaheem Abasi]

Jaheem approached the two sith locked in their own type of battle, though somewhat more reluctantly than he had been when he was approaching Bellious alone. He really had no desire to interact with Zash at this moment.

"Ladies, I hope I am not interrupting." He said with an easy smile the was somewhat at odds with the sense of menace that tended to radiate off of the Sith Lord as his eyes of molten bronze pupil against black sclera looked to both of them.

[Lord Bellious]

"Please drink to your heart's content." The Lethan remarked, taking a sip herself as she turned slightly to appraise the approaching Abasi. "Though if anonymity means also solitude, it may be a challenge. It might be that this aspiring gentleman is eager to take them all on him." The place between both women remained empty.

Moyr took note of Dino and Mahr being at the ready, just in case.

[Dino Brado]

Dino eyes the bottle that Mahr uncorked. If it works on him...

"Pour me some of that as well." He pushes out his glass, letting up a set of fumes that seems resplendent of kerosene and bantha piss.

The Trandoshan catches the eye of Lord Bellious, and he offers a nod of acknowledgement.