The Outlander Club

Nik laughed, a deep musical laugh that many considered to be contagious. "Yes, after we fix this," he pointed at her hair, thick honey-coloured tresses tied back in a very business-like ponytail. "Allow me?" The Zeltron leaned closer and unfastened the band wrapped around her hair, pulling it out so that her hair fell loose around her face. "Shake it out," he suggested, pulling his hand away after only a second's pause, though it hadn't stopped him from noticing that it was very soft.

"Now you look like you can have fun," He ran his hands quickly through his hair, disheveling his own auburn hair as he smiled at her. He stood up, and held out his hands to assist her to her feet if she so desired.

He clasped her hand for just a second, then led her back out into the crowd, threading a way through the milling mass of people till they arrived on the dance floor proper. Then, raising their clasped hands, with his other hand he guided her into a twirl in front of him, then dropped her hand and began dancing. Weaving around the edges of the crowd he materialized at her side, shimmying to either direction in turn before his tossing his head and looking over at her across his shoulder with a wink.

Spinning away, a few second later he was close behind her, whispering in her ear, "Stop thinking, just feel...let the music tell you how to move--" crossing to the other side, "Terra Kiros."

He passingly danced a few beats with a random, scantily-clad Twi'Lek female, snapping his fingers as he did so before twisting away and sliding back towards Terra. She looked good, dancing like that, though the traditional Jedi outfit didn't exactly show off one's figure to advantage. He had a fleeting vision of doing something about that, but shrugged it off. Leaping lightly into the air and manipulating the Force around him, pivoted around an invisible pole and contorted himself in a slide down it, catching himself agilely on one foot and sliding a hand around Terra's slim waist, pulling her close for a second, "Enjoying, yourself?" He arched an eyebrow, "Anything you want to see?" Zeltrons had a definite reputation of being good dancers, and depending upon one's personal preferences were sometimes in even more demand than the famous Twi'Leks. And though he was a Jedi, Nik was fully experienced in other arenas as well. He did not think that being a Jedi demanded that one forgo all pleasure as if they were in a cloister of monks that found fulfillment in asceticism. As long as people were happy, life was good. Nik enjoyed making people happy, and he was generally considered good at so doing.

Nik smiled. Her choice didn't bother him any, though after a few more upbeat songs, he ducked through the crowd and spoke to the band leader for a moment. A few credit chips later, he was back in Terra's vicinity as the music changed into a slower song, 'Goodnight, but not Goodbye.' He frowned as a somewhat nefarious gambler appeared to be ogling Terra. The Zeltron wasn't sure if she'd notice, but regardless he was already moving. A glare combined with an expertly thrown out elbow was enough to deter the fellow, and he managed to make it look like an effortless dance move as he paused momentarily in front of Terra.

Hesitating only a second, he took her hands in his and placed them on his shoulders before gently, but firmly putting his hands on her waist and pulling her closer into an offset ballroom position. "Look at me, and you won't get dizzy," he quietly told her as he guided the two of them into a weaving, spinning dance that progressed counter-clockwise around the edge of the floor. "Rather, the room won't make you dizzy," his words accompanied by a sly wink as the Zeltron faintly leaned slightly closer, holding her so she wouldn't fall in her slightly intoxicated state.

"You're welcome to look. Terra Kiros." He replied quietly, guiding them around another couple. He could feel the muscles ripple along her spine as they turned together, and he pulled her just that much closer, dropping one hand to reach up and brush her hair back from her face. Green eyes gazed deeply into her own warm eyes for just two seconds. He was close enough to kiss her easily, and for just a moment he considered it. But, he didn't, aware that she probably couldn't help herself at the moment due to wine and his own biological advantages. More importantly though, that one look had told her that he could have done so. Perhaps that would change at some point in the future, but for now, he appreciated the moment and the way she felt in his arms.

Nik was beginning to wonder just how this dance might turn out when it was rudely interrupted. The level of intent shifted in this level of the Outlander as the human and Twi'Lek closed rapidly, "Don't worr---" was the only warning the Zeltron had a chance to call out before the human grabbed her and spun her against him. Nik's lip curled in disgust. He did not wish to fight with a lightsaber, or his blaster even, as that would attract attention and have future consequences that he did not particularly wish to get into.

He flexed his fingers, resisting the urge to curl them into fists and lash out. The Twi'Lek could be easily incapacitated although it was a move that was so...crass, that it was distasteful to contemplate. This left one option, there was a recognized, unspoken rule that pervaded almost all of the cantinas, nightclubs, and tapcafes across the universe: once a companion has been chosen and she/he has made their preference known, interference is the height of rudeness. The Zeltron thought perhaps Terra would not be too angry if he invoked the right of possession temporarily.

As she slapped him, the Zeltron spun between Josef and the girl with the lithe agility of a trained dancer, grasping her arm firmly he spun her into him, then hissed over at the two troublemakers, "Mine." At the surprised look he received, he mentally reached out toward Terra, apologizing in advance, even as he pulled her against him and kissed her, warmly, a bit more so than he had initially intended.

With a wink at her, he looked back up, steely fire flashing in his emerald eyes, "It would be in your best interests to find someone else...there are one or two things that even a Zeltron will fight for," something, perhaps the fact that even as he had his left arm wrapped around Terra, his right hovered just over the hilt of his blaster, was enough to show that if he was forced into a fight, he would fight, and he would not follow the rules.

Maybe he'd kissed her a bit too intently he reflected as he felt Terra slump against him. Not that he minded in the least, but if these two wanted a fight, it could be inconvenient. "I really wouldn't advise that, but if you are determined to make this an issue, we'd better go outside." He wasn't about to involve innocent people, neither was he going to allow the other fellow to taunt him into an unarmed fight. He could probably give a fair account of himself, but it was just a messy way to do things.

He was aware of the Twi'Lek, and seeing another potential way out of this, even though he didn't like it one bit, he reached out in the Force and settled a firm, invisible grasp upon the alien's extremely sensitive Lekku, "I don't want to take this further, but I will if I have to, you should probably ask your green-skinned friend over there how he's feeling," he informed the human male, even as he imperceptibly tightened his Force grip on the other. If it came right down to it, he could leave the Twi'Lek in agonies on the floor in less time than it would take him to tighten his finger on the trigger of his blaster.

Personally, he hoped this would sort itself out soon, because it was threatening to ruin his mood, and things had been going so well up to now. He didn't want Terra to think that getting jumped by a couple of buffoons was what Niklas Arreni considered an important part of a relaxing night out.

Nik arched an eyebrow sceptically. He didn't think so. But, he was growing annoyed at the interruption of his evening with Terra. Very annoyed. In the past few minutes he had been getting more annoyed, well, since he'd kissed Terra anyway. So, as far as he was concerned the sooner this was dealt with, the better.

When he glanced over at the fallen Twi'Lek feeling a sympathetic twinge, despite the fact that the alien had asked for it, Terra used the opportunity to make her presence known in a far more forceful manner than he had expected from her. "Very nice," he congratulated her, more drawn to her now than before. Stepping over to her he gently took her arm, and pulled her away. "Let's get out of here," right now they could melt into the crowd and make an unobtrusive get-away before discovering whether this oddly-matched pair had any burlier friends within call.

"A fight isn't on the agenda tonight," he smiled at her, quickly assessing her condition to see if she was injured. That would be a difficult one to explain to her Master in the morning. A quiet walk back down the street towards the bus they'd caught earlier would be a literal and metaphorical breath of fresh air.

"Sometimes Terra, a bit of trouble is worth it," he turned to look at her, placing his free hand over hers on his arm for a moment. They were walking in the general direction that would take them back towards the Temple, and as they rounded a corner the Temple itself was outlined against the night sky. It was a view that he never failed to enjoy, and he thought that perhaps Terra would like it. She seemed like the kind of person that would enjoy pursuits a bit more mild in nature overall, particularly as soon she'd be coming down off the alcohol and adrenaline-influenced high that she'd experienced in the Outlander.

He stopped near the facade of buildings bordering the street they were walking down. Streetlights cast an occasional pool of illumination, and one of them was making sparkles dance in Terra's blue eyes. Looking at her, he gently ran his fingers down the left side of her face to her chin, and gently tilted her lips up to meet his, tentatively at first, in case she decided she did not wish this.